I was thinking about you not owning a pair
of white knickers and was quick to imagine you not wearing any at all, which took
me to a beautiful place. But then you followed it up with the fact that you
were more of a coloured undies girl. This too is a nice place to be. I have always loved a lady's underwear and as
you know, I have worn a little of it for you. But that’s another story. Back to you and your pants. I’ve always found a lady’s underwear thrilling. It probably stems from an early age when I
used to sneak a peek at the panties in catalogues and marvel at the ladies with
their lustrous, permed hair. They were actually showing you their knickers. And
their bras. As far as I was concerned, that was as good as it got.
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| "Hey. Take that finger out my ass" |
For me and my generation of blossoming
pervs, the underwear catalogue marked the entry point into the female form. These
undergarments were the gateway to hidden treasures. Pornographic magazines
followed, usually from an older brother or they were found hidden in bushes in parks.
I once actually found a wank mag in a dry stone-wall! It was called
interestingly enough, Silk.
Kids have got it so easy nowadays with
Google haven’t they?
But the excitement of a Freeman’s catalogue
still holds for me. I can look at naked
women at the drop of a return button. But a lady’s undergarments in the back of
a catalogue (Long Johns included btw) still feels wonderfully verboten.
As does the thought of you Nicimos
in your coloured ones - going about your day.
This little ditty sums up everything
I’m going on about. It’s by Jonny Trunk and Duncan Wisbey. At just 36 seconds
long, it is the shortest ever song to make it into the UK singles chart.
Short. And sweet. Enjoy xxx