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What color are your panties?
Posted November 22nd, 2006 by Mike Faerber
Quick right now, tell me. WITHOUT LOOKING. You don't really know, do you. Nobody does... except in TWO circumstances.
1- As you got out of the shower, you took a glance in the mirror, and gave yourself half a stiff (or bit your lip and shuddered, if female.) From this point until you drunkenly come to tears... I mean terms with your surrender at the wee hour of 4:30 am, you're entertaining the possibility of a consenting piece of ass falling into your lap. And this shift in outlook all begins with your decision to wear your sexy (read: silky, obnoxious, and most resembling of a pop-up book)* pair of undergarments.
2- You have a Gee-Eff or sig-other that is coming over so you put on "the frogs"** for him/her.
I came to this conclusion as I noticed today that I was wearing one-with-nature TEAL tighties rather than the athletic-doesn't-cuddle grey tighties that I distinctly remember putting on earlier. Pardon my mistake: the room was dark.
That pardon explain, however, how I crossed the apartment into someone else's room, and mentioned how I was wearing grey tighties without looking down.
And Yes, I wear tighties from time to time. I'm as surprised as you. When I converted to boxers when I was about oh... girl-liking age, I thought it would be final. But somehow those tighties, like a permanent hand around your package, lures you back in. First it was athletic jogging shorts, then boxer briefs, and now tighties.
Don't get me wrong, I still have guidelines:
- No Whities, all my undies are colored.
- Dance... it's what they're for.
- Boners... ever seen a ferocious tiger caught in a hunter's net? It's art.
- Know how gay you look. Now you're being ironic. Cool!
Until I do a full-featured expose on panty types and what they mean... (Hint: Girls who wear batman undies are in actuality 6 year old boys). I'll just keenly note that girls' undies are more exciting and suspenseful than boys'. This also applies for the respective genitalia. Proof: try to say the following sentence with a sense of wonderment and awe.
Dude, I think i'm going to get some penis, tonight.
*Again for the ladies: frilly, revealing, or spankable
** the frogs are cute, plus she got them for you, and you might as well give her a little surprise.
1- As you got out of the shower, you took a glance in the mirror, and gave yourself half a stiff (or bit your lip and shuddered, if female.) From this point until you drunkenly come to tears... I mean terms with your surrender at the wee hour of 4:30 am, you're entertaining the possibility of a consenting piece of ass falling into your lap. And this shift in outlook all begins with your decision to wear your sexy (read: silky, obnoxious, and most resembling of a pop-up book)* pair of undergarments.
2- You have a Gee-Eff or sig-other that is coming over so you put on "the frogs"** for him/her.
I came to this conclusion as I noticed today that I was wearing one-with-nature TEAL tighties rather than the athletic-doesn't-cuddle grey tighties that I distinctly remember putting on earlier. Pardon my mistake: the room was dark.
That pardon explain, however, how I crossed the apartment into someone else's room, and mentioned how I was wearing grey tighties without looking down.
And Yes, I wear tighties from time to time. I'm as surprised as you. When I converted to boxers when I was about oh... girl-liking age, I thought it would be final. But somehow those tighties, like a permanent hand around your package, lures you back in. First it was athletic jogging shorts, then boxer briefs, and now tighties.
Don't get me wrong, I still have guidelines:
- No Whities, all my undies are colored.
- Dance... it's what they're for.
- Boners... ever seen a ferocious tiger caught in a hunter's net? It's art.
- Know how gay you look. Now you're being ironic. Cool!
Until I do a full-featured expose on panty types and what they mean... (Hint: Girls who wear batman undies are in actuality 6 year old boys). I'll just keenly note that girls' undies are more exciting and suspenseful than boys'. This also applies for the respective genitalia. Proof: try to say the following sentence with a sense of wonderment and awe.
Dude, I think i'm going to get some penis, tonight.
*Again for the ladies: frilly, revealing, or spankable
** the frogs are cute, plus she got them for you, and you might as well give her a little surprise.
2 Comments
I always know what colour my panties (g-string) are (is)!
I like wearing nice underwear, cause even if - haha yes, if - no one sees it it's nice to know that should something happen to cause me to want to let someone see it I can, without embarassment. Plus, when I look better I feel better, and looking better starts with a nice g-string and bra, then working outwards, in my opinion! No point having the nice clothes on the outside if what's underneath is embarassing!
Mind you, I'm female, so that might have something to do with it.
ah yes, the smell of estrogen clearly is overpowering in that comment. really, if you want to fuck, you do no matter what. it's like saying "yo, my ferrari is nasty, but i only have it just in case dale earnhardt comes through"
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