It's the feel, I think, more than the appearance. Yes I'm interested in how they look, but I am more interested in the touch. Sure, the cut, the style, how much is covered and how much is revealed are important, but nowhere near as much as the sensations I receive. I get so aroused by simply holding the garment in my hands that sometimes it's nearly impossible for me to put it down. The feel of the material on my fingertips does so much to me that often I have to masturbate to relieve the sexual tension sufficiently for me to get dressed.
Yes sexy lingerie is my thing, my interest and my fetish. I am a silk and lace addict, a lingerie junky, a knicker chick.
I spend hours in lingerie, or as I have noted they're called in the US intimate apparel, departments. I buy loads, far more than I could ever wear to go out, but then I don't need to go out for I have my own fashion shows. A marvellous evening for me is a bottle of dry white wine, a full length mirror in front and behind me and a pile of new undies to try on. That can make me masturbate several times in that evening.
I have a huge collection. Whilst I do have some pastel and dark coloured stuff, most is black or white, the basic colours, the colours that lingerie should be I think. I adore both. I can handle the occasional pale yellow, oyster or pink, now and then dark blue and perhaps burgundy, but not browns and greens, light blue, orange or red. Colour is important. I have a fairly pale skin, but as I have several sun holidays a year I usually have a tan and then the freckles on my chest, shoulders, back and boobs are very obvious. Black and white sets them and my tan off wonderfully.
Firstly bras. They are not as significant a fetish to me as panties, which are the pinnacle of a knicker chick's fascination.
I don't have big boobs and frankly I could easily dispense with wearing a bra, but they are sexy. I like them to be see-through, white or black of course and made of thin material similar to the nylon of stockings. The feel as I ease my boobs into the cups of such a bra is wonderful. The sensation as the material moulds itself to each mound excites me and the pressure on each boob as I do the clip up is delightful.
I tend to choose bras that dissect each breast quite acutely and, just about, cover each of my coral pink, not very large areola. I also like, but find uncomfortable, front fastening bras, although to stand in front of a lover and unclip the bra between my tits is a major turn on for both of us.
Dressing, I will sometimes put my bra on first. Naked apart from the black or white, see through bra that gives a modicum of support, but hides nothing I look at myself in the mirror. Naturally my nipples will have hardened and equally naturally they will make indentations in the gossamer thin cups. They will look good, appealing, attractive and inviting so that generally I'll touch them, maybe even pinch them, that is such a fabulous feeling.
To help you paint a picture I guess I should describe myself.
I'm now coming up for twenty five, where the hell have the years gone since I left uni half way through my second year? I am often told I look young for my age and a couple of times I have been called a Lolita! I'm five feet four and a little bit and I'm a (natural) blonde, blue eyed babe. I am told I'm pretty. I have a neat figure that's curvy in the right places, 'tits and ass' and flat where it should be, tummy and hips. I weigh around one hundred and twenty two pounds, about eight and a half stone in UK currency. My boobs are smallish, B cup usually and are pert and firm, they and my pink nipples are hugely sensitive.
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"I think we'll keep these on" DD, as I called David Deakins my English lecturer at university, said, referring to the white, French knickers I was wearing specially for him. Well for me as well of course; even back then when I was twenty I was becoming a knicker chick.
We'd been to the university ball, not together of course, that was frowned upon. But lecturers and students could dance together and we had managed just enough to get us through the evening until I could meet him at his flat and he could fuck me. We'd been doing that for a couple of months now, fucking that is, not dancing, mainly during the afternoons.
The ball finished at one and he opened the door of his flat to me at twenty past. I was wearing a high fronted, low backed, yellow dress and no bra. He was naked. We were both slightly and pleasantly drunk. We went straight to the bedroom with DD removing my dress by pulling it up and over my head on the way. I was only wearing the French knickers under the dress, no bra or tights or stockings. During the evening, I had enjoyed his body against mine and the way that his eyes had been drawn to my wobbling, bare tits under the thin material of the dress.
Standing by the bed we kissed. He caressed me. He gripped the cheeks of my bum through the silk of my knickers.
"Oh that feels lovely," he whispered into my ear as he pressed his full erection against my silk covered tummy. I didn't know whether he meant on his hands or cock, but I didn't ask or care come to that for it felt lovely to me too.
He laid me on his bed, the one he shares with his bitch of a wife who lived in London, but came down most weekends. He sucked my nipples and I stroked his cock. We were getting ready to fuck. We kissed hard, deeply and long as we stroked and rubbed each other.
"Come on DD" I groaned as the need for satisfying the strong want became almost unbearable.
"What baby, what do you want?" He asked his hand inside my knickers at the back his finger fiddling inside the crease of my bum.
DD had introduced me to anal sex. Until him I had mainly been with boys, well they seemed like boys, not like him who was very much a man. A forty two year old married man, an experienced man, a man who had cheated on his wife since they were married, yes a man who was very sexually experienced.
His was the first finger that had penetrated my tight little bumhole. His was the first tongue that had licked me there and the first that had pushed the tip slightly inside me. And his was the first cock that had slid inside me. Yes he was the first man to fuck me up my arse.
"I need it DD, I want you" I replied as he pressed his finger right against the puckered, brownish skin surrounding my anal opening.
"This?"
"No, no that, not now."
"What then."
"Fuck me, I need to be fucked."
"You dirty little bitch" he whispered as he slid down a little so that the tip of his cock pressed against the gusset of my white, French knickers.
I got hold of the waist band and went to take them off.
"No" he said a little sharply grabbing my wrist. "I'm going to fuck you with your panties on."
I felt him fiddling with the leg holes of the baggy silk knickers.
"What are you doing?"
"This" he replied sliding his cock inside my knickers so that it pressed into my stomach and the silk ran over the top of his cock. "Fuck that feels marvellous" he groaned."
"It does" I said smiling. "The silk feels fantastic with or without a cock in it."
He laughed and squirmed himself in the silk before again sliding downward, this time with the gusset of the panties now holding his balls. The head of his cock pressed against my lips. I opened my legs and raised my knees. He surged into me making me grunt, his stomach now pressed against mine with just the slither of silk between us. And then, with me still wearing my white, silk French knickers he fucked me.
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I must have well over a hundred pairs of panties. Again most are black or white, but some are other colours although they don't get worn that often, usually only when I have my personal model shows with just me, the mirrors and my underwear.
I have every style. Bikini, boy shorts, thongs, high-waisted, French, boxers, Y-fronts and cycling shorts. I have silk, satin, cotton, lace, rubber, PVC and net.
I adore lacy, silk panties and thongs, but it is a close run race with lacy shorts. Probably, though, thongs are currently what I wear most particularly with tight jeans, trousers or skirts for they do not create VPLs, which today's fashion has declared unacceptable. I'm happy with that for I have, or so I'm told, a pretty good bum. It's nicely rounded, but tight and pert and wobbles and wiggles suggestively under skirts and thin trousers.
I love detail on my panties. Edgings of lace, scalloped legs on French knickers, a combination of materials; satin, cotton and silk and lace and patches of see through net, usually over the pubic area. I can get excited at the briefness of a thong or the fullness of a pair of high-waisted panties, particularly when made from silk or satin, which means that more of my skin is stimulated by the lustrous material.
Thongs arouse me; just looking at them and feeling them, but particularly when wearing them I can be like a bitch on heat. The narrow gusset means that sometimes it slips between my lips leaving them exposed with the material stretched across my clit so that as I move I stimulate myself. The small patch at the front and the slithers of silk and elastic rearing up my tummy, round my waist with both sides meeting at the back to then plunge down to vanish between the orbs of my bum all sexually intrigue me. Just thinking of that gets me going and looking over my shoulder into a mirror makes me need to masturbate.
