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Leaving a little something to the imagination is always good.Is it just me or are ladies more Sexy in lingerie than out... Maybe it's the teasing of what is underneath
Is it just me or are ladies more Sexy in lingerie than out... Maybe it's the teasing of what is underneath
Is it just me or are ladies more Sexy in lingerie than out... Maybe it's the teasing of what is underneath
I love lingerie. It makes me feel very sexy and is a lot of fun.
There’s something magical about lingerie. When I had my condo on Kauai, I had a friend named Jenny who used to come over from the mainland and shack with me for a while. This athletic-bodied forty-something MILF wore the skimpiest swimwear you could imagine. She was within an angel’s breath of naked. Jenny was a bit lazy about getting fully dressed in the warm Hawaiian weather unless she absolutely had to, so sometimes my friends would come over to discuss a fishing trip or catamaran run early in the morning when Jenny was still just in her panties and bra. Being the lusty wench type that she was, this didn’t bother her. But one thing I noticed: Her swimsuits showed LOTS more flesh than her panties and bra, but the guys looked at her with more lustful and erotic glances when she was in her lingerie than they did when she was in her much more revealing swimsuits. Yes, there is something magical about lingerie.
I think that with a lingerie, there's never any ambiguity that the intention is all sexual. With a bikini, no matter how sexy and skimpy, no matter how much the wearer enjoys the attention, sometimes she's just there to enjoy the sun, get a tan, etc. etc.
I don't know why I find this other thing sexier than lingerie: a woman naked with only one of my t-shirts or button down shirts on.
My wife looks great in my tee shirts
Its like unwrapping a beautiful present when a woman wears lingerie
There’s something magical about lingerie. When I had my condo on Kauai, I had a friend named Jenny who used to come over from the mainland and shack with me for a while. This athletic-bodied forty-something MILF wore the skimpiest swimwear you could imagine. She was within an angel’s breath of naked. Jenny was a bit lazy about getting fully dressed in the warm Hawaiian weather unless she absolutely had to, so sometimes my friends would come over to discuss a fishing trip or catamaran run early in the morning when Jenny was still just in her panties and bra. Being the lusty wench type that she was, this didn’t bother her. But one thing I noticed: Her swimsuits showed LOTS more flesh than her panties and bra, but the guys looked at her with more lustful and erotic glances when she was in her lingerie than they did when she was in her much more revealing swimsuits. Yes, there is something magical about lingerie.
I wrote:
pg13 writes:
I think we need to hear more about Jenny the lusty wench
Okay.Thanks for asking. Jenny is a very dear friend. She definitely understands the power of “ladies in lingerie.”
She grew up in an Irish working class family in the American Midwest. She had four brothers whose horny high school friends were always hanging around the house and trying to lift her skirt. By the time she was 18 she understood that girls who wear panty-revealing mini-skirts don’t have to pay to get their oil changed; you just wait for guys with tools to show up. She later learned that the same thing applied to electrical repairs, plumbing, and buying drinks at bars.
Jenny was married for a few years just out of college, but has been single and into “the lifestyle” since she was in her late twenties. Once, when I was dating her and she was wearing an extremely short skirt, I mentioned that a lot of women feel terribly vulnerable when they’re afraid they might get upskirted. Jenny laughed and said:
“It makes me feel totally powerful when I know that I can turn a strong, successful man into a puddle of weak jell-o just by crossing and uncrossing my legs.”
Yes, Jenny understands the magic of lingerie.
I have a story about another lingerie exhibitionist friend of mine named Emily. This seemingly prudish schoolteacher had a passion for classic lingerie, but eventually realized that it isn’t much fun to wear it unless someone can see it. This brought her into public disgrace and humiliation, and eventually back to a sense of her true self. A lovely tale of “ladies in lingerie.” If anyone feels it’s relevant.