Lovable

I’ve never been one of those women who choose to go without panties. For a start, panties keep my pussy juices from getting on my clothes. You know those skirts and pants that say ‘Dryclean Only’? I don’t want to have to send them off to the cleaners every time I wear them, just because I’ve got them creamy.

Even more so if I’ve just had sex! I won’t even be able to make it halfway through the day before I can smell the rich scent of sex wafting up from between my thighs and telling everyone my secrets.

A pair of panties keeps at least one extra layer of privacy between me and the rest of the world. Without them, I’ll be sitting on the bus and wondering if that cute guy sitting next to me can smell the scent of my puss. Or if my boss knows what I got up to this morning, just before heading out the door (on the kitchen bench, and no time to go for a quick rinse because I was already running late).

More than just privacy, it’s also a matter of stimulation. It’s hard enough to focus on work all day without the constant rubbing of foreign fabric to distract me. Sneaking craftily into the cleft between my buttocks, sliding and rubbing over my most sensitive skin with every step I take. I have to pause halfway across the room to lean (trying to look casual) against the photocopier and catch my breath.

As for going without panties in jeans, forget it! There’s a bulge in the fabric where the four seams meet at the crotch. That’s perfectly placed to nudge me right in the crotch. Since my clit is a bit of an outie, I can rub myself to orgasm sitting in a chair, pants and panties on and hips rotating in little movements. Remove the panties and I can’t walk anywhere without feeling I’m about to fall over, knees turned to jelly and eyes rolling back in my head.