Underwear

I've been reading stories on here for a long time and wanted to write this as an observation of my own and other peoples view of underwear and sexuality.  Firstly, let me acknowledge that this has been inspired by various stories and comments posted by Wetgirl2 on the subject of panties. She got me thinking how my own love of sexy lingerie came about and has influenced my sexuality and playtimes.

Since I was a little girl, I loved pretty clothes.  I still do.  I make no apologies for being a classic "Lipstick Lesbian".  I remember mum buying me typical school plain cotton pants and me complaining because I wanted ones with bows and ribbons on. As soon as I was allowed to buy my own clothes, I started buying lacy, silky knickers and bras to go under them.  I just loved the different feelings against my skin and by the time I was 15/16 when my long overdue puberty kicked in, I knew there was a sexual element to my choices. I also knew that I liked the women who modelled in the lingerie catalogues I used to collect for my private masturbation times.  (Yes boys, you are not the only ones who grew up rubbing off at underwear catalogues lol).

I only wish I had been as confident as Wetgirl2 at that age and formed my own panty flashing club!  Sadly, being the shy social wallflower, I never had the courage to share that area of interest with other girls.  One thing I did soon learn was that it was fun to masturbate with knickers on sometimes just to vary the sensations.  Lace or silk make for a somewhat different sensation when clit rubbing and a girl can never have too many options for fun!

Then there is the whole mystique of arousal with underwear.  I have no idea why, but I am highly aroused by a woman with a prominent mound , enclosed in tight panties, outlining her slit and proud lips.  Since we are young enough to understand, we are told to cover up our nether regions as its rude to show our private bits.  Then suddenly, we get to puberty and the whole process is reversed.  It becomes a challenge and a race to see who can get to see which bits first. I may be shy, but I’ve always known how to tease, and my love of lingerie catalogues had taught me all the seductive poses and ways to be suggestive without really exposing anything until I wanted to.  Then, when I was 23, I started a relationship with a woman 12 years older than me.  She was the first women to give me a lot more confidence in myself and our relationship, while still being my usual sub/dom preference sexually, was more stable and I trusted her.  She understood me and was the first person to help me understand my underwear obsession was a way of expressing my individuality. She encouraged me to be more of a tease.  When we went out, my underwear became more visible under sheer or see through blouses and split skirts. I started experimenting with stockings and hold ups to expose a little thigh.  My nipples became visible under flimsy camisole tops.  Nothing outrageous. Just subtle exhibitionism in discreet places and circumstances. She enjoyed the looks I got from men and women and her excitement was infectious.  I began to take my own initiatives and buying my own sexier and more revealing garments and it continued after that relationship ended, once I realised I had the confidence to carry it off on my own in clubs, parties and places where I felt safe in the company of other women.

So finally, I couldn’t possibly finish this piece without mentioning the other, and probably most popular aspect of underwear on this site. The scent of a woman and her arousal.  I mentioned in my previous story that when my puberty finally hit me at 15, it was like a train.  I went from considering myself asexual with no obvious signs of arousal, to a hormonal sex crazed teenager in a matter of weeks. The most obvious physical manifestation of that change was an almost constant feeling of wetness between my legs.  I was changing knickers at least twice a day and I finally understood what my friends had been telling me for a couple of years. I was masturbating daily and fantasising about girls I fancied. I know now that it is quite usual for women to taste and smell themselves when masturbating but back then it felt utterly depraved and filthy as a 16 year old girl and I loved it. I couldn’t wait to go down on another woman and taste her.  The idea of peeling off her wet panties and inhaling and sucking on them before devouring her became an obsession I couldn’t wait to fulfil. Over the years since it has been a pleasure I have enjoyed many times and it never ceases to amaze me how different pussies taste. My lover mentioned above also introduced me to panty gagging.  There is nothing so arousing as being gagged by your own or another woman’s panties stuffed into your mouth.

Pants, panties, knickers, shorts.  Whatever we call them they are sexy as hell and should be flaunted on every possible occasion!