I have over 150 pair of panties. Every color, material, style and size you could imagine. About 30 of these are various shade of pink. Some are regular bikinis, many are thongs, some are low-riders, some with tanga backs, several crotch less, some are cotton, and all are exciting. They are exciting to buy, to wear, to show off and to fill the crotch with warm silky vanilla pudding. I have a few silk panties because they are beautiful and feel wonderful and sensual but I rarely wear silk because it is so impractical to clean AND because silk does not stretch. Virtually all of the panties I wear on a daily basis are either cotton (stretches and breathes and are exceptionally comfortable) or are a nylon blend with 15 to 20 % lycra spandex (comfortable, sensual and allows for adequate expansion). A silk thong for a pantyboy may be beautiful and sexy but, unfortunately, it is like a cheap hotel....no ballroom. I do not even own a pair of boxers or briefs and I wear panties everyday no matter whether I have on jeans or a pinstripe suit. I have spoken before audiences in excess of 1000 people all of whom, presumably, would have been stunned if they could have seen the pretty pink thong I had on underneath my suit. Even when I go in for my annual physical, I have on a pair of sexy panties (you may have to shop around for a broadminded doctor on this one.)
When I was younger, I used to steal panties and hide them under my pillow. It was exciting to touch them and rub them on my face and know where they had been and I always got a stiffy. As usually happens in these instances, I was found out by a "roomie" when she was changing the sheets on my bed. The next time she had her friends over, she woke me up and had me come into her bedroom. She told her friends what I had done and they all thought I should undress and put on a pair of her panties. They thought that I would be so embarrassed and humiliated that I would be cured of ever stealing or wearing panties again. Boy, were THEY wrong! The girls were all in various stages of life and modeling my "roomies" panties for them, produced in me a level of erotic excitement that I had never previously experienced. It wasn't just the physical sensation of the feel of the panties, although that was substantial; it was also the exhibitionistic component of being seen by cute giggling girls who WANTED to see me in panties. Their comments, expressions and laughing attitudes were not humiliating to me as they had supposed. They were stimulating and exciting to me and my stiffy grew in the crotch of my "roomie's" panties to the point that it became obvious which then became even more exciting. As I watched these cute girls watching me, covering their mouths like innocent Japanese girls, I thought to myself "I think I'm on to something here."
As my "roomie" and I became older, she acclimated to my interest/fetish for panties and even bought several pair for me. Initially, I hung back in the lingerie department and was not actually with her when she was picking out panties for me. That changed radically, after I got married but that is the subject of a future installment which you will soon see here at the "Pink Panty Cafe."
In the meantime, have a wonderful new year and, if you are interested in experimenting with a purchase of panties for yourself or your BF, let me recommend my two favorite sources: "Cacique" and the lingerie department at Nordstrom. Both have outstanding quality of product and both are exceptionally accommodating to pantyboys. If you go to Nordstrom, tell the sales girl you want to see her line called "Arianne". None better anywhere.
 

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