I admit it, I love my panties, just love them. Wearing them is the one break I get away from my manly duties each day. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my manly duties, especially the ones in the bedroom, but sometimes it's nice to be able to feel a little softness, a slipping sensation of silk against my thighs as I lead my lovely lady into our chamber of love.
That's what she calls it anyway, I tend to be a little more crude about things, which she pretends to be offended by, but there's a special light in her eye that she only gets when I pin her down and say some of the dirtiest things you'll ever hear to her.
Is there any doubt as to who is the man in that bedroom? Hell no. We might both be wearing panties, but I'll tell you now, she responds the same way as if I were wearing a loin cloth and carrying a vine as a whip.
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The life and stories of a man who likes to wear women's lingerie, mostly panties. Here I share various anecdotes of notable times in my lingerie wearing life.
