Not only do I love the sight of panties on women, but I also love the word through association.
I bring this up because I know so many people that for some reason hate the word “panties,” while I personally consider it to be one of my favorites. It can be used in ways that make it arousing or funny. Either way, it’s an awesome word.
I also like the word. It conjures up thoughts of removing them.
WTF?: There’s a dancer at an all-nude strip club I went to whose stage name is “Pan Tease”. The club even made up t-shirts with the dancers’s name on her shirt.
I love watching women put them on, I love watching women take them off.
I like to put my thumbs in the waistband of her panties when I hug her in the morning…
I like everything about panties…except when there’s about 20 of 'em hanging all over the bathroom drying from a fresh laundering…oh never mind, I think I like that too…
Yep, count me in on the "Boy do I love panties! " statement.
True, true . . . the contents of the panties is essential to whether or not I’ll like them. Extremely large pairs of panties that could be used to cover your car in winter are not desireable, nor are panties worn by men . . . but hey, call me old-fashioned . . .
Here in America, “Knickers” describes those funny short pants you wear with knee socks and suspenders that you see on “old guys” at the golf links. That’s why knickers doesn’t get it for us here. ;^)