Back when I first started allowing J to take my pics, we were absolute sex maniacs (talking close to 5 times a day...). We would even sneak away from work to meet at one of our places, or on weekends, we'd never leave the bedroom except to eat. It was SOOOOOO hot.
I especially like the ones in my granny panties. J LOVED them. It might be part of the reason I don't often wear thongs, but I still think comfort reigns... Those, by the way, are not what I wear anymore. Now that we can afford it...Only Hearts French Cut Briefs, On-Gossamer Cotton and Mesh Cabanas...and a few others. When you're in you're early 20s and barely surviving, buying luxury panties is a little lower priority than paying rent and eating (But, I still see women wearing cheepo five pack panties in the locker room at the gym - won't name names...shhhhh).
Never much for being brief in my comments...
A few throwbacks to spark some action - J is READY
I have drifted away from tight fitting undergarments in favor keeping things a little more airy and drafty down there.
We actually got our IPL to fix some of J’s stretch marks…he was a “gifted” weightlifter and bodybuilder in years past and has had to contend with severe stretch marks on his thighs. IPL has helped with the stretch marks, but he still has many skin tags that we’re looking to have removed.
I could wear them in the bedroom. I could wear them around my other roommates (I was a lesbian, 2 other were men), I could wear them on the beach. I could wear them at the nudist resort. I could wear them while running. I could wear them running a quick errand to the local convenience store. i could wear them while getting down with my man
Littally, I could think of no occasions, no places, no events, no circumstances, these bloomers would not have been appropriate. I can think of no more functional garment, other than maybe, maybe the sweatpants - which are a bit steamy in the summer.
Soap bubbles would have given you more trouble...
Love the story too!