Getting into your panty drawer.
A new Facebook craze swept the social networking site, where woman give details of their bra color to help raise awareness for breast cancer. Status updates ranged from the ever boring “beige” to the sexier “hot pink” and “crimson red” to the provocative “sexy black and gold”. I reported in with “navy blue with white polka dots”.
This got me thinking about my panties. My lingerie drawer is a rainbow of colors and textures and of wonder and mystery.
I have just recently found a reason to become a thong girl. Is that the same thing as a G-string or a V-string as it is called at Victoria Secret? I’ve got pretty cotton thongs in ice cream colors for days when I want to feel sexy for myself, but I still want to feel comfortable and functional and a few pair of fancier thongs with ribbon and lace for those times when I have someone to impress. I’ve got hip-hugger panties which sit low for days when I wear low cut jeans and I’ve got boy shorts that I like to sleep in on hot summer nights when it’s too hot for anything but a tank top and panties. I’ve got panties in comfy cotton, silk and lace and panties in materials which form-fit to my ass and hips and aren’t supposed to show underneath clothing. A girl’s gotta have her secrets.
I’ve got bikini underpants that I think are now referred to as “granny panties” though I saw my grandma in her panties many many times and she was not sporting anything as sexy as my “granny panties”. I’ve got panties that I wear when I go running, and panties that I wear under sweats when I go to the grocery. I’ve got the “just in case” panties that are hiding at the back of the drawer hoping for one last dance – there they are with their saggy bottoms and stretched out elastic, but I keep them around “just in case”. There are panties that match bras and panties that don’t. There are panties that you wear with a garter belt but I don’t do that because I have not figured out how to do that. I have panties that were given to me as a gift, and panties that I spent way too much money on and that I am now afraid to wear. It only takes a few minutes before they are tossed on the floor. These are some of my favorites.
Sometimes when I am folding the laundry for the “boys” in the house I pause and sigh. Men’s underwear is boring. Dull. White, gray or black. Perhaps a primary color. Boxers or briefs. In our house we have the boxer brief. That’s it. Nothing to get excited about. Poor guys.
I love my panties.