Do you remember being twenty years old and in love? I do. It was a euphoric feeling. I was on cloud nine, but the most spectacular thing was my libido. It seemed to have a mind of its own. I was a rabbit. Just call me Roger. One thing that was sure to overheat my already revving engine was underwear. Actually, it was the lack thereof. Do you remember her leaning over to you, whispering close in your ear and telling you that she wasn’t wearing any panties? I know I do.
Oh man, was that something. I would sit there for hours, through dinner, through the movie, envisioning her little shaved twat sans silk and my cock would throb in my pants. It’s all I could think about. My hands would get all sweaty and my Adam’s apple would jump like crazy because I kept swallowing nervously. I knew, absolutely knew, that she had told me for a reason. She wanted me to know that she was without underwear. There was an ulterior motive to her comment. She had a master plan and the promise of sex was inherent in that very statement.
But, like all good things, even the lack of underwear can wear thin and become something perfectly routine and boring. Thusly, I present my wife. She was the eighteen-year-old nymph to my twenty-year-old rabbit. She’s older now. We’re both older of course but she’s still as sexy as she was in the beginning but she never wears underwear anymore. Wait, let me clarify.
She wears panties when she goes to work or to a wedding/funeral/bar mitzvah, whatever. The minute she gets in the house though she strips them off. I have become so accustomed to catching sight of her naked pudendum while she flits around the house that it no longer arouses me. I know that when she lays down next to me that she’s completely bare beneath her nightgown but it doesn’t do a thing for Mr. Happy.
It’s a little disappointing to realize that I’ve become inured to something that I once found so…hot. And yet, it’s opened up a whole new world of possibilities. So a panty-less Barbara does nothing for me but Barbara dressed up in lingerie kicks my sex drive into high gear. I happen to favor red lacy things with bows and garter belts are beautiful. There is even a variation on the lingerie thing too.
Crotch-less underwear. They should give the man who patented those a Nobel Prize! They are the next best thing since sliced bread. I mean, how lovely… Here I’ve built an immunity to a woman without underwear but sexy silky under things drive me nuts. Combine the two and a man’s got the best of both worlds. I can fuck her while she’s still wearing the panties! It blows my mind. Really. I feel like that twenty-year-old rabbit again.