Often not a topic talked about in the earshot of anywhere public, underwear seems to play a big role in almost every part of our day to day lives. Believe it or not, I’m telling you the absolute truth.
Take for instance, a girl (of any age). Ever noticed how there are just those days that she might just stroll into her office early/classroom/where ever one morning, a grin plastered on her face, a swing in her hips (that’s NOT natural) and a secret dancing in her eyes? No need to scratch your head anymore, it’s her underwear giving her that extra boost. So under whatever she seems to be wearing, her bum is probably snuggly laced in a silky French panty or let loose in a hot thong.
This goes for guys (of any age) too. It just never goes without notice the day your boss/teacher/boyfriend swaggers into meet you. The mistakably wide stance taken, extra bounce in his step and puffed out chest definitely mean that somebody’s got enough space around there for the package. And it gets worse, almost all the time they always feel invincible.
As for married couples (including the old ones) the mere choice of underwear can determine whether or not there will be a bout of hot passionate sex or warm cocoa and a good book later on. Might I add, this goes for both sexes. Much to my dismay, I’ve come across very many guys who think the sexy nice clean underwear is a determining factor only for their female partners…they never think about the things that run through our minds huh? While they enjoy the thought of peeling off a lacy whatever we are wearing, we too enjoy a fancy little wrapper on our packages too. It makes all the difference trust me.
This whole underwear issue even goes as far back as those icky toddler days we all conveniently forget once we get to the age of 10. Let me refresh your memory a bit. From nappies you were put into diapers. It was then your aim for the next couple of years to get out of those baggy heavy looking things in a Big Boy/Girl pair of panties so you could prove to the world that you had what it took to were grown up. I’m telling you, that is when the whole underwear thing truly started. Think about it.
Take for instance, a girl (of any age). Ever noticed how there are just those days that she might just stroll into her office early/classroom/where ever one morning, a grin plastered on her face, a swing in her hips (that’s NOT natural) and a secret dancing in her eyes? No need to scratch your head anymore, it’s her underwear giving her that extra boost. So under whatever she seems to be wearing, her bum is probably snuggly laced in a silky French panty or let loose in a hot thong.
This goes for guys (of any age) too. It just never goes without notice the day your boss/teacher/boyfriend swaggers into meet you. The mistakably wide stance taken, extra bounce in his step and puffed out chest definitely mean that somebody’s got enough space around there for the package. And it gets worse, almost all the time they always feel invincible.
As for married couples (including the old ones) the mere choice of underwear can determine whether or not there will be a bout of hot passionate sex or warm cocoa and a good book later on. Might I add, this goes for both sexes. Much to my dismay, I’ve come across very many guys who think the sexy nice clean underwear is a determining factor only for their female partners…they never think about the things that run through our minds huh? While they enjoy the thought of peeling off a lacy whatever we are wearing, we too enjoy a fancy little wrapper on our packages too. It makes all the difference trust me.
This whole underwear issue even goes as far back as those icky toddler days we all conveniently forget once we get to the age of 10. Let me refresh your memory a bit. From nappies you were put into diapers. It was then your aim for the next couple of years to get out of those baggy heavy looking things in a Big Boy/Girl pair of panties so you could prove to the world that you had what it took to were grown up. I’m telling you, that is when the whole underwear thing truly started. Think about it.
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