Was in some store the other day, happy to see that the warm weather has encouraged shorts upon the majority of the lovely ladies in my town. Some long-legged goddess bent over to drop something in her cart, and her tight shorts immediately betrayed her panty-line, the whole lovely silhouette.
How I love a panty-line! A decade or so ago, some ad campaign came out for a brand of undies that supposedly concealed it. I despised that effort. In our dull days of errands and corporate meetings, what is wrong with a little unexpected reminder of better things? A panty-line is like a passerby's perfume or an unexpected smile -- it captures your mind and carries it away.
The luckiest little ounce or so of substance in the world is that which is made into a woman's panties. Imagine being the first thing to be slipped upon her body in the morning, fresh from the shower. Imagine being blessed to spend your day cradling her soft bottom and kissing her precious vagina!
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