...when you started wearing the sexy stuff that we dirty old men like to take off your bodies with our teeth?
Did you get it yourself or did someone pick it out for you to wear? Do you remember the color or how you wore it (like whethered you actually used the bar cups or displayed the puppys? Did you get any part of the clothing off before committing the deed? 'rock'That's interesting. I need to try it.
Possibly dangerous too, depending on what you are unleashing when that bra lets go.
.... the soap on the rope?
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The only reference I got is if someone soap the rope when they try to hang themselves. I know, this is not funny, but only what I know about it.
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In my lifetime I've noticed that we usually young women attempt to do the things for their men. Young girls (I assume) wear the classics usually known as 'laundry day grannies panties' today. In high school and collage, they get 'cuter' stuff like hip huggers in colors, cartoons, and expressions (hot b-tch and the like). The college girlfriend had these also but within a week, had lace panties and a bra that could NOT have provided any support. Some of my post college lady friends started insisting that I start making the selections.
With one exception. every provided I've seen had some lacy underwear. The sole exception had panties that said "Eat me HERE' on them.
So what I'm askin' is when did you start wearing the sexy stuff all the time.
Did you get it yourself or did someone pick it out for you to wear? Do you remember the color or how you wore it (like whethered you actually used the bar cups or displayed the puppys?
Did you get any part of the clothing off before committing the deed?
'rock'
something sexy to wear underneath was when I was thinking about losing my virginity (at 19). I remember well- they were a light blue satin Dior granny panties and matching bra set with ivory lace. I wasn't wearing them when I lost my virginity. I can't remember what I was wearing.
The next time I even thought about what I was wearing underneath was when I was 21 and started getting interested in band boys. I was wearing tight jeans and realized that they looked better when I was naked underneath than with granny panties- which always left lines. This was well before you could just buy a thong at any store. I remember the night very well, and the band I was going to see. And the jeans were white. I remember feeling unusually sexual that night, knowing I had nothing on underneath, and looking at my ass in the mirror over and over again. I looked hot. I got lucky.
I never bought bras because I was a very, very tiny AA back then. Shortly after my white jeans night, I became a stripper, and thongs and bras became my nightly uniform. I even made a lot of my own stuff. But still, bras were ever only bought (or made) for decoration. Even once I invested in my state of the art bust, because of the way I had them enhanced (sub-muscular C-cups) I never needed a bra, so never wore one unless I was at work. I look back on pics of me in those days, and think- wow- I really should have worn a bra as you can see the outline of my nipples clearly through most of my clothing. Funny how I just never had any sense of that then.
A few boyfriends bought me lingerie here and there, but nothing too exciting. Once I began this endeavor, however, I've had many gents buy me lingerie! Love!!
ETA- I do remember as a young girl being fascinated by and attracted to the drawing of a lady that always appeared in the Playboy jokes section (my dad subscribed and I used to sneak peeks). As a stripper, this was often a look I loved- black thigh-high boots and opera-length gloves, and nothing else. I'd come on stage to a particular song and throw off my robe and be completely naked except for the boots and gloves. Those were always good sets.
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The next time I even thought about what I was wearing underneath was when I was 21 and started getting interested in band boys. I was wearing tight jeans and realized that they looked better when I was naked underneath than with granny panties- which always left lines. This was well before you could just buy a thong at any store. I remember the night very well, and the band I was going to see. And the jeans were white. I remember feeling unusually sexual that night, knowing I had nothing on underneath, and looking at my ass in the mirror over and over again. I looked hot. I got lucky.
I never bought bras because I was a very, very tiny AA back then. Shortly after my white jeans night, I became a stripper, and thongs and bras became my nightly uniform. I even made a lot of my own stuff. But still, bras were ever only bought (or made) for decoration. Even once I invested in my state of the art bust, because of the way I had them enhanced (sub-muscular C-cups) I never needed a bra, so never wore one unless I was at work. I look back on pics of me in those days, and think- wow- I really should have worn a bra as you can see the outline of my nipples clearly through most of my clothing. Funny how I just never had any sense of that then.
A few boyfriends bought me lingerie here and there, but nothing too exciting. Once I began this endeavor, however, I've had many gents buy me lingerie! Love!!
ETA- I do remember as a young girl being fascinated by and attracted to the drawing of a lady that always appeared in the Playboy jokes section (my dad subscribed and I used to sneak peeks). As a stripper, this was often a look I loved- black thigh-high boots and opera-length gloves, and nothing else. I'd come on stage to a particular song and throw off my robe and be completely naked except for the boots and gloves. Those were always good sets.
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So Ms Sarah, when did you go from an enhanced C, to the now reported DD's? I find that interesting.
The next time I even thought about what I was wearing underneath was when I was 21 and started getting interested in band boys. I was wearing tight jeans and realized that they looked better when I was naked underneath than with granny panties- which always left lines. This was well before you could just buy a thong at any store. I remember the night very well, and the band I was going to see. And the jeans were white. I remember feeling unusually sexual that night, knowing I had nothing on underneath, and looking at my ass in the mirror over and over again. I looked hot. I got lucky.
I never bought bras because I was a very, very tiny AA back then. Shortly after my white jeans night, I became a stripper, and thongs and bras became my nightly uniform. I even made a lot of my own stuff. But still, bras were ever only bought (or made) for decoration. Even once I invested in my state of the art bust, because of the way I had them enhanced (sub-muscular C-cups) I never needed a bra, so never wore one unless I was at work. I look back on pics of me in those days, and think- wow- I really should have worn a bra as you can see the outline of my nipples clearly through most of my clothing. Funny how I just never had any sense of that then.
A few boyfriends bought me lingerie here and there, but nothing too exciting. Once I began this endeavor, however, I've had many gents buy me lingerie! Love!!
ETA- I do remember as a young girl being fascinated by and attracted to the drawing of a lady that always appeared in the Playboy jokes section (my dad subscribed and I used to sneak peeks). As a stripper, this was often a look I loved- black thigh-high boots and opera-length gloves, and nothing else. I'd come on stage to a particular song and throw off my robe and be completely naked except for the boots and gloves. Those were always good sets.
-- Modified on 6/25/2015 12:19:20 AM