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by John Devore for
Mind of Man on the Frisky: It was a total misunderstanding that one time I bought a woman I was dating sexy lingerie, the slinky, lacy kind that looked like it was made out of the doilies that decorated my grandmothers beloved sofa. She thought I was disingenuously buying her a gift that was really a gift for me. I protested, of course, because it was never my idea to veer into Victoria Secrets during one of our weekend shopping excursions that were theoretically about her training me to be, if not fashion forward, then at least fashion neutral. A happy compromise, considering I, apparently, was clinging to late-90s fashion like a koala bear to the last eucalyptus tree on Earth. But, in fact, these sprees were about her dragging me by the throat to store after store. Which was fine: she enjoyed it. I enjoyed her enjoyment. After all, she sat through horror movies and dutifully feigned interest in my, ahem, graphic novels. But Victorias Secret was a different labor unto itself. Next time youre at a Victorias Secret, note that there are two types of men there. Those who pace around at the front of the store, playing with their phones, counting ceiling tiles, retreating to safe, internal worlds where Mack trucks fight hydras, each waiting patiently, happily even. And then there are those who follow their girlfriends or wives like ducklings, grim, waddling ducklings, making sure not to stare at other women, or the mannequins, nodding their heads approvingly at whatever is showcased, and I mean whatever. The misunderstanding was simple. I thought she liked to wear expensive lingerie, because she sure as hell liked to browse, model, and buy it. She liked to wear it too, vamping out from the bathroom slowly, lighting a vanilla votive candle, a choir of cherubs humming Super Freak, crawling over to me. (Question: what is the deal with women and candles that smell like food?) I am not partial, nor do I demand, or even, frankly, fantasize, about women in garters, frilly underwear, or a bustier with as much architectural thought put into it as a Gothic church. Lingerie makes a woman feel sexy, and we respond accordingly. If a floral, polyester muumuu made you feel sexy, wed respond accordingly to that. Keep wearing your lingerie of course. Just know that your naked body is all we want. The first time I ever saw a woman in lingerie was a brief-ish fling I had when I had first moved to New York City to become a writer, or a drunk, or somewhere in between (success!). She was older, experienced, urbane, and, for some reason, seduced a boy who, a year or so prior, had been in Texas, eating cheese doodles and watching Fight Club on a continuous loop. She taught me a lot, like how to swirl my wine before sipping it, because it stirred up the tannins or flavor crystals or whatever. She introduced me to sushi, to New York magazine, and the reverse cowgirl. One night, before we made love, or to those of you who are romantically challenged, sauced the love taco, she revealed a perfect body sheathed in a purple lattice-work of silk. I was stunned. Her astoundingly beautiful badonkadonk was swaddled in gloriousness. It was like cake on top of cake. Christmas ass! Once I was able to very carefully peel off the lingerie, she used me like the plaything I had no idea I was. But like Christmas, lingerie is only really necessary once a year. What really drove me nuts was when shed walk out of the shower after a long day, wearing a t-shirt, a pair of panties peaking out from underneath as shed crawl into bed. But the lingerie seemed to give her permission to go all sultry sex goddess jungle cat, so I never mentioned a preference. It made her feel sexy. Also, I think women, deep down, love making things pretty, especially packages. The older woman and I exchanged gifts once, I think the occasion was pure treacle, a three month anniversary or something. My gift looked like a Frankensteins monster of scotch tape and poorly cut out, uneven lengths of birthday and Valentines Day wrapping paper. Hers was impeccable, seamless, as if it had been born that way. Dudes will back me up on this, I am sure. Wed prefer you in a t-shirt and a pair of cute little panties over the latest Victorias Secret erotic sweatshop skivvies. I am a straight-up sucker for panties. Crumpled on the floor, peaking up from jeans, even panty lines. Sex with panties on, sex with panties on my head. That women seem to hate the word panties, only compels me to whisper the word. Its naughty, perhaps condescending, but I cant help it. What are we supposed to call them? Undergarments? Thats so
Amish. Ultimately, whatever makes you feel the way we think about you every minute of the day is fine by us dudes. But cheap, plain, white cotton panties do the trick, too. Little hearts on them dont hurt. __________________ Shop safe at Tabutoys.com Read our Sex Blog!
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I quite like the word "panties" and I think it's rather sexy to hear a guy say it, too
He writes that women hate that word, and I would like to know too: What word would they rather hear? Undies? Too silly. __________________ Shop safe at Tabutoys.com Read our Sex Blog!
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I hate the word 'panties'. It's just a strange word. I call them underoos. LOL
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I like panties...and I like the word 'panties'. One of my wives called them 'underpants'...nothing more. What the hell are underpants? Pants you wear under your other pants?
I agree with Mr. Devore. Any way panties are on works for me (well...except maybe the one about wearing them on my head). Underoos are what plumbers use to try to hide their butt crack while under the sink trying to fix the leaky faucet. I could never get used to the animal prints... __________________ Lovin My Wife...Lovin Life http://bluelizardbar.blogspot.com/?zx=17474cbdabf4a835
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I thought "underoos" where what little children wore (usually boys) when they were potty training. *shrug*
I just call them "Panties" and it doesn't bother me. . When the Man and I were much younger, he once said to me, "Oh, cute, black shorts." I was confused because I had on a skirt. Oh, he meant my panties. He'd never heard the word panties before (or so he claimed) the kids in his family being all boys. He thought it was very amusing. I made it clear to him "Women do not wear "shorts" under their clothes. That's male underwear." As for Vickie's stuff, my Man probably is close to what the author wrote, despite the fact that I could spend his entire paycheck in there, if we didn't need food, shelter, stuff for the kids, etc. He likes the stockings and garter belts and sexy nighties etc, but I think for the most part I am wearing them more for myself than him. The first time I wore them "for him" (now remember were were YOUNG, I was in my teens and he in his 20s) he said, "Aren't you gonna take off your panty hose first?" I said, "No, they aren't 'Panty hose" they're stockings, you're supposed to want me to keep them on." He went along, and I guess learned to like them. I think he gets more of a kick when I wear stockings and a garter belt under clothes and we are out in public (I don't even own regular panty hose, not comfortable, IMO.) I guess it's like an entire day or evening of thinking about it. __________________ I can be tolerant of almost anything....except Intolerance........and Dairy Products
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Hahhaa.. I also think panties is more sexiest word or term... I m laughing at the quotes said for the word underpants... This is really heard cheap to me also... "UNDERPANTS".