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I loveee panties and I love having hot phone sex, let me tell u why… My favorite lingerie store is Fredericks of Hollywood, where the variety of undergarments range from sweet and romantic to downright sleazy. Their basic underwear is imaginative and serviceable and their  ‘specialty’ garments are fun and spicy. I browse thru the racks of wispy fabrics and ribbons, slowly caressing the silks and satins with my palms, occasionally selecting a particularly fetching panty or bra from the rack and touching it with both hands. I choose my panties and bras with as much consideration as some people choose their mates. They are both intimate partners, are they not? I consider how they will make me feel. Will they be confining, like a jealous lover trying to hold me too close? Will the  undergarment appear attractive on the rack but pinch or scratch when close to my body? Each item is selected and escorted to the back of the store to be sampled, modeled and either placed carefully onto the seat or unceremoniously draped back over the hanger, forlorn and forgotten. I prefer panties that are somewhat unique. Perhaps they have a particularly charming t-strap at the back or the fabric is embroidered with a pretty design or the legs have a sweet little skirt fluttering around the opening. I adore the bright, rich colors of the satin bras, love the way the cool fabric cradles my breasts and accentuate my shoulders.

I like the way I look when I step from my dressing room to the mirror, clad in a lace bra and matching thong, a pair of garters gently pinching the tops of stockings. I think I look better with these sexy underpinings on than do with nothing at all. The bra gives me cleavage and my large round breasts suddenly looks like a porn stars dream. The panty accentuates my behind, framing it with lace. My skin, in contrast to the jewel tones of the fabric, looks  supple and milky white. Clad in softly colored hose my legs appear long and shapely, sleek and smooth. I dress from the skin out, matching the colors, fabrics and textures of my bra and panties to the dress or skirt I have chosen for the day. I like knowing that I am color coordinated from head to toe. Reluctantly, I finish dressing, layering public clothes over my very private ones.

I walk, sit, stand and move through the day and with every twist of my body I feel a subtle tug from the garter which reminds me that under my lil skirt I am wearing a garment that most men and women alike would consider incredibly alluring. It is my secret, and it makes me feel  powerful. Occasionally, if my skirt hem is above the knee, I will cross my legs while seated. If you look just right, you may see the tops of the stocking creep down below the edge of the skirt. I know it is there, and yet I do nothing to hide it. I do not blush and tug my dress down to cover the exposed skin, I do not offer an apology. I pretend I do not know that I have just revealed to you something intimate about myself. I know I am sexy, and I feel that much more erotic for having given you an inkling to the surprises which lie just beneath the surface. I see the look on your face, the slight raise of the eyebrow, the stare that lingers a little too long. It is the same look whether from a man or a woman. Perhaps the meaning is different, but the awareness registers in your eyes for just a moment.

Did I mention I feel sexy when I wear pretty panties? hehehehe

Enjoy guys….Love Heather xoxox

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