Look at yourself

Its after lunch,
I left a posting a few days ago about pantyhose. The need to wear pantyhose to have that finished look when going out. I did make that mistake recently but quickly corrected it by putting on pantyhose when I got where I was going. I wish I had stockings with me. Even in summer there are stockings/pantyhose made for the summer season. I know ladies are wearing skirts longer these days. I don't. As a matter of fact I purchased a denim skirt that needs to be hemmed so that it falls just at my knees. I cant imagine myself wearing anything longer. But back to the long skirts. Even if i had to wear a dress that was to the floor or mid calf, I would need to wear pantyhose or stockings. I wouldn't want to have a gust of wind blow up and have my skirt caught in the breeze to show that I wasn't wearing stockings or pantyhose but knee highs or bare legs! Knee highs are meant to be worn with slacks not skirts of any length. I would recommend purchasing stockings or pantyhose that are of a summer weight to give yourself that complete finish look.

I don't own flip flops, none. I do have sandals, a few pairs of them. It seems flip flops no matter the color or style have made a permanent mark on the dress of today. Rarely is there a dress code that is enforced by the employer but perhaps we shouldn't wait for a dress code but once again look at ourselves; ask what impression we want to give to others. Or what message is our dress saying about us. Who are the others, they can be a future partner, employer, colleague or just a person you meet.

I am a observer, I watch people. A style of dress which I had hoped had fazed out is the jeans that hang below the butt cheeks. I have seen boys try to run holding up the jeans, I have witnessed boys not being able to walk down the hall but waddle because their legs cant move with the crotch of the jeans so low and I once had a Principal hand out lengths of rope when boys at school refused to buy the appropriate size or wear a belt.

Make a good impression, look at yourself in the mirror or your reflection, what does it say about you?

Prevent Razor Burn

There’s nothing like a good clean shave to start your day off right. A well-shaved face leaves a good impression with potential clients and lady friends. Unfortunately, legions of men are walking around right now with a nasty side effect of improper shaving: razor burn. We’ve all had it at one time or another- that horrible itchy feeling that pops up a few hours after you shave. Razor burn not only ruins a good shave, it just looks bad. But with the proper attack plan, razor burn and razor bumps can be prevented. Here’s yours:

The Art of Manliness

Take a look at the site, There are headings for dressing, family and relationships, health and sports, manly skills, money and careers and finally a man's life.

Underpants Museum

I found this on the net. A museum dedicated to underwear. I wonder is there a famous guy who wears panties/lingerie.


Good Morning,
I am substituting today at Summer School, a teacher brought her class in to use the computers to create a DNA project. She is wearing white capri's. She was standing at the printer when I looked up and noticed she is wearing a dark colored thong. I had to take a second look to be certain. And she is.
I think it is another dressing tragedy when dark colors are worn under lighter colored clothing. Unless the person is intentionally wanting their lingerie to be noticed. This also occurs with teenagers when they wear a dark colored bra under a light colored blouse.

Maybe its me, but dark colored lingerie should be under dark colored blouses, unless as I stated before you want to be noticed!

Luray Caverns


Luray Caverns are in Luray, Virginia. I have been to Luray before but this time I drove down to share other parts of Virginia with my family. You can only do so much shopping! These caverns are near New Market, you might see civil war reenactments there as well. The other Caverns to visit are the Skyline Caverns near the entrance to the Shenandoah National Park. Neither caverns are the same each have unique findings.

Enjoy a staycation come visit Virginia.

Fact or Fiction

I might need to clarify my postings. Well maybe not. For those who know me and venture to www.pantiesetc.com, then you know I have written some stories. All the stories are fiction with some truth to them. Not necessarily because of personal experiences. There are some postings here that are fact, my experiences or findings. Please don't confuse fiction from non fiction. I do have a email friend that loves to get 'down and dirty' with emails. I hadn't posted his emails here just my responses to them. His emails are sexually explicit more so then mine. Because of that I couldn't and wouldn't post them here. He loves my responses for personal sexual reasons, he gets off by them. He wears panties and other items but please know he is 100% masculine, tough and rugged. His wearing of panties and lingerie his a side of him primarily left at home. I had a conversation with him the other day, I asked when was the last time he wore panties and bra to work, I laughed because he had to think when was the last time. So hopefully when I get an email this week he will be wearing panties to work. I know when the office meetings begin and less field work, he will be to wearing panties. I might need to nudge him more often for him to wear lingerie to the office meetings, jackets and ties tend to hide bra straps and lace!


I had to get the oil changed in my car today, when the light comes on I get the oil changed. As I was waiting for my car, they said it would take about 45 minutes, I decided to browse the different stores nearby. I have been looking for new colors and styles of bras and panties. There really was nothing new on the market but this one store I happen to walk through had pink and purple panties. When I see purple panties or bras I purchase them, that color doesn't usually stay around long. And I could always use more pink panties. I touch and feel everything, including panties. They felt soft so I purchased them, one of each color.

The bra I bought was not the usual lace and embroidered bra, or the frills of a sexy bra. This bra has the preformed cups, slightly padded (which I really don't need) and multicolored. All shades of pinks and purples in heart shapes. It is a silly bra but I think we all need at least one silly crazy bra.

Panties and more

I posted 2 emails that were written back and forth to a friend. He wears panties weekly. He won't wear them every day, I have asked but the nature of his work, in his mind he can't afford to be 'caught' wearing panties. That's okay with me. When you are the boss of several crews you don't want to lose the respect of those people. The statement might be hypocritical to make but we all know our society has a terrible time accepting guys in panties. I know he doesn't want to lose the respect of his crews or chaos might occur. LOL

I am not certain why I like guys in panties. Maybe because it is taboo, for women only which is possible. If you haven't felt the smoothness of panties on a guys ass, or seen him get harder then a rock in them then you are missing out on some great play time. I realize over time panties became as natural to some guys as they do for me. It becomes an item of clothing that you wear daily. The excitement and arousal of panties wanes. When that occurs with me then I begin the search for new panties, different colors, styles, or sensual and sexy. Yes sensual and sexy. We all should have panties that are for arousing and playing but also panties for those hot sticky days of summer, the ordinary cotton unexciting panties/lingerie.

Playtime 2

Well, I hope your happy......
I just came all over those panties again........

the p---y owner cums wet warm
with me sucking c--k
she gets under and licks up my wetness
hungrily eating sucking on my lips
rubbing her face into my p---y
nibbling on my clit
f--k me is what is heard
the pussy owner gets the dildo
gently slips in to my pussy
in and out, i want it hard and fast
with a strap on she gives it to me hard fast
as i grab her breasts playing with her nipples licking her nipples
pu--y to p--sy
breasts to breasts
i give her the double headed dildo
she slips it in and slides down
wrapping legs together
lets f--k and suck c--k


i push my head back read to suck c--k and lick balls
moving over to lick lips
pulling the lips apart
moving back to a semi erect c--k
licking up and down taking the c--k into my mouth tasting the beginnings of pleasure
i enjoy both p---y and c--k which do i want more when both are at my pleasure and disposal
listening to the moans of the p---y owner i pull the lips apart and insert a dildo
licking and sucking a c--k is my pleasure
caressing balls
slipping fingers into pleasure areas
taking the dildo and riding the pussy in and out
the scent of a warm
pulling lips apart again rubbing her clit to hardness
licking and nibbling on her clit
f--king her pu--y with rubber dildo
f--king her p--sy with my tongue
taking her taste to sucking c--k licking balls pulling balls into my mouth



She looks up at me, her eyes excited and seductive. With a lascivious grin, she purses her lips and lowers them against the head of my cock. Slowly,
her pressured lips slide down his shaft, her tongue rhythmically flicking his underside in butterfly strokes, until he touches the back of her throat. She sucks; applying a vacuum, then presses her tongue hard into him, slowly pulling back until only his head remains.

She suckles as her long, delicate fingers circle his shaft with gentle presence, stroking him with pointed nails. She dislodges his head with a popping sound. Big, gorgeous eyes under dark lashes warm me, as a smile turns the corner of her lip.

She holds him in her left hand. Her right hand tickles my ball sac as she licks his underside like a lollipop. Her long hair spreads out around her, caressing my
bare legs. Her full lips, free of lipstick, are the color of her nipples, a glowing pink with blood engorged purple hue. She watches my face, smiling, flirting.

"Do you wish me to hurry?"
"No. Slowly."

She kisses him, circling his head with her tongue, pecking his blind eye as if trying to burrow there. Wide mouthed, she inhales, cooling his head with a
tantalizing breeze. Teeth under closed lips, taking him until again he strokes her back. She closes her eyes and moves, adjusting the angle of her throat.
She swallows. I feel the tightness of her throat around his head. Fluttering like the gills of a fish, her throat massages him, then pops him free, her tongue hard on his underside.

A sweat breaks on my upper lip; I leisurely lick the hot salt. I cannot focus, creating an angelic glow of softness around her own integral beauty as she watches me with liquid and erotic eyes. She smiles around him as I feel her nail points skim across my perineum and oscillate at my sensitive anal opening. Electrical shocks fly through me and tiny spasms move me sensually. Returning the way they came, the nail points scratch the rear of the ball sac. Her mouth is suckling him as she gently pulls and releases the sac sending a wave of heat through my core.

I love seeing a woman with my cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollow, and lips pursed. I love her nestled between my legs, slurping. I can feel her heat rising, watch
her face and body's subtle, sexual movements, the bloated look of her face as she cheeks the head allowing her to lick the sides with her hot, furry tongue.
Little sweat will break out first above her lip demonstrating her effort at pleasing me, her desire to bring me ecstasy. My own orgasm approaches.

"Slow it down," I moan.

She sits back, releasing me. She chews on a piece of ice, chilling her mouth and lips. She takes him again and bites the crown with her teeth, simultaneously
squeezing the ball sac. I whimper as he deflates slightly before she sucks him in again. Her mouth is cold, the ice against him so cold it is hot. I squirm from the
chills flashing through me. She holds him softly in her mouth until the ice dissolves, her hands meandering aimlessly on my groin. He responds. Again and again,
she caresses and massages with tongue and lips and hand, tenderly, lovingly, as tension builds.

I hold her head in both hands, telling her of my need and desire to release. Her hair is damp against her head. I feel the tautness of her neck and jaw muscles.
She increases her suction and speed to accelerate me. Her face is slippery with sweat under my hands and the wetness conducts the electricity flowing from her
to my brain. Her left hand circles him, providing a break stop to control the depth I enter. I feel her move her head, letting my prick bounce against the roof of her mouth. My sweat drips on her damp hair. Her eyes watch me, alive and liquid, proud and passionate. Her hips move erotically, signaling her own lust. I emit a low moan and, suddenly, she multiplies the vacuum as I explode in her. My ass and legs are spasming, my pubis thrusting of its own accord as ropes of my white, salty liquid fill her mouth. I feel her swallow as my male hardness ejaculates against her palate. Her eyes close, utter pleasure radiating from her expression as her throat drains her mouth of her reward.

My hands fall from her head. She decelerates us both, slowing, continuing to suck gently, pulling all the cum from me. Momentarily, she lets my softening prick
fall from her mouth. She stretches her jaw as her tongue licks her chaffed lips, wetting them and capturing a droplet of my juice which has oozed out. She suckles the softening cock.

I become erect again. Invigorated rather than depleted, I lead her to bed. She crawls to the middle on hands and knees, undulating the seat of my desire, teasing me. Alive, her heat and smell quaffs in waves as she writhes, naked, legs splayed, pelvis tilting in pleading invitation. Tauntingly, her legs snap shut as my knee touches the bed. I pry them apart and bury my nose in her bush. I love her stimulation of my senses. Each area, breasts, inner thighs, stomach, pussy, has its own feel and sight, unique texture and taste.

I have a big nose. I use it as another hand, a hand uniquely able to savor the spices of this holy land, a hand whose bridge nuzzles her clitoris while drawing in her unique perfumes. Like a snake, my tongue flicks the swollen and tender lips and slides into the warm passion flower, savoring the essence of her gender. My tongue is prehensile, wrapping around the burning button emerging from its coverlet to announce her unquenched and growing needs. I bury my senses in her feminine soul, juice on my lips and cheeks, the flow of energy like river rapids through me.

She moans and twists, hands in my hair, grinding my face against pulsing loins. I hold her arms tightly, restraining her, creating an anchor during her primordial cyclone. She pulls and strains, increasing her pleasure. She locks her thighs around my head, squeezing and pressurizing her own central core.

"Oh, god, please . . . so good . . . so good," she mews.

I love the sounds of love, the groans, moans, slurps and whimpers. I love the talk, the pleading and needy encouragements of us in passion, leading and rewarding each the other. Her legs release, planting heels firmly, pushing, thrusting, jamming, her pussy into my mouth, demanding, begging as she soars in a storm, violent winds lifting her upward. I lavish in the sweet, thick cream which flows from her.

"Yes . . . oh, my god . . . yes . . . !" she screams as she spasms,
shaking in shock waves of passion.

I hear her spew and sputter, incoherently demanding, as I alternatively suck and tongue her clitoris, sending orgasm after orgasm through her, draining her, emptying her desire into my hungry mouth as I consume her into me. Panting, sweat covered, her thighs slick with her own juices spread by my willing mouth, she inertly lays, involuntary movements from the aftershocks traversing her.

I release her arms. My left arm behind her knees, I lift her ass in the air and swat her, my right-hand flat, stinging only slightly to reawaken her, letting her adrenaline flow again. She hardly notices the first swat, or the second. On the third, eyes blink rapidly and body shakes as if awakening from death, the little death. Seeing me above her, like a tigress she springs, pulling me down on her.

She demands, "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

I grab her ankles, forcing legs wide, thrusting her pelvis up. She sensuously laughs and guides him, stroking his head on her nether lips, busy fingers spreading them
wide to receive him. I ram hard, my whole weight powering the lunge into her. Her arms around me, claws cutting me, digging in to hold me against her. She spasms, squeezes him urgently, arching her back, pulsating in ecstasy. She screeches like an owl, a high, thin sound, all her tight vocal cords will release.

I bring her legs in, trapping them, doubled between my shoulders and her breasts. I rise until my rigid cock supports my whole weight as he burrows in her. Time is
compressed, each nuance of our actions magnified in obsessing clarity. My cock, acting on its own like some missile powered by his need to fill her with seed, blasts towards its desired explosion. I feel the incredible tightness in my sac and ass snaps taut into the rigidity of the end. She is frozen below me, eyes bugged out, mouth wide, lips full, face contorted, her own continuing explosions causing us both to reel and buck by the muscle spasms in her ass and thighs. He is milked as if by the pressure of a dozen hands as I burn in her lava-filled vent, our juices the magma coating and flowing over us, ears filled with the explosions of ecstasy.

I lay in her, unable to determine where she ends and I began as if the heat melded us together. Consumed and inert, we drift to other dimensions on the power we

The End

Headlights or...


I don't purposely look at myself in the mirror when I get dressed. I don't own a full length mirror to really look at myself after I am dressed. I check myself in the bathroom mirror or with the mirror that is over the dresser, which is waist high. That's it. I don't really check myself out in my reflection either. I guess it is a confidence or self concept issue. Either way I don't look at my reflection.

I wear bras that are lace and embroidered very few of my bras are fill fabric. Even my bras that don't have seams in the cups don't hide hard nipples. The other day I happen to glance at my reflection in a window and saw my nipples. I couldn't believe what I saw. I didn't feel cold or have a chill after being in AC for a few minutes but yes my nipples were showing. I was wearing a blouse, the blouse coordinated with the skirt I wore the other day (pantyhose). I don't personally have a problem with my nipples showing through my blouse and bra but then again I don't try to make it obvious either, it just happens. This day my nipples were showing through the blouse, I didn't have a sweater or jacket to put on to warm up myself. I shrugged my shoulders and dealt with the hard nipples. Perhaps it was a good show for some guys.

No Pantyhose!!

Good Morning,

Would you believe I left home without stockings! I put on a skirt and blouse to go out, thinking it was summer no stockings because of the high temperatures. I did tuck pantyhose into my pocketbook for a just in case. Well I no sooner got out to the car when I knew that when I got to where I was going, pantyhose will be on my legs. I just don't know what I was thinking when I got dressed this morning.

Stockings and pantyhose are the finishing touches when wearing a skirt or dress. Unless you have very good looking legs. I just don't know what I was thinking. Silly, crazy me!

Washington, DC

Today was a good day to sight see or play tourist in Washington D C. I have done this before, couple times by myself and recently with my family. Today was a sightseeing tour of the monuments/memorials you know the ones; Washington, Lincoln, WWII, Korean, Vietnam Wall, and the memorial to the Armed Forces. The 2 I wanted to visit but didn't know how to get to them from the Mall area by foot were the Jefferson and FDR memorials. That will be another trip to D C. After the visiting the memorials; a quick look into the National Museum of American History. The exhibits I wanted to visit I couldn't because the lines were too long to stand on after spending a good part of the day visiting the memorials. Back to the museum on another day trip into Washington DC.

The reason for this posting is an observation I made throughout the day. It began when I was walking to the metro station in Vienna and continued throughout the day and even when I got back on the metro to get back to Vienna. Do you have any idea what I observed throughout the day???

What I saw were guys holding or carrying their gfs or wives pocketbooks/ purses. The pocketbooks or purses weren't the oversized bags filled with the stuff that was needed for a day of sightseeing but little dainty ones or lovely ones telling everyone they were out on a date! I think it was so cool, not certain but none of the guys and gentleman I saw holding or carrying their wives or gfs pocketbook looked like they were worried about their masculinity.

Danica Patrick

I happen to see this commerical for the Boost Motorola
phone several times and want to add it here.
Always love a guy who knows how to be a guy, even in a skirt!

Guy stuff

Which to Use?

I am staying with my sons for a few days while I am in NY. I usually bring along my own shampoo and shower gel, travel sizes, but this time i forgot to pack them. I went to take a shower and realized all that was in the bathroom was guy scented shampoo and conditioner combined! and Axe shower gel. Nothing for the ladies in their lives!!! I do know they have sleep overs!

I went ahead and used the shampoo and conditioner mixed my hair felt so unsoft and tangled why??? Don't you guys like having soft and manageable hair. (I am getting my hair cut today!) My hair feels the same now but in the shower it felt so different.

Now for the Axe shower gel. I have to admit the scent wasn't tooooo bad. But it had these granules in the gel. I liked it, it felt different had a menthol scent. I even feel a bit cleaner now like a layer of skin was removed. You know squeaky clean.

So, yes ladies, probably have tried using your shower stuff, but as i did we mask the scent with our lovely scented perfumes, I sprayed on Clinque Happy!!!!


I happen to catch the last second or two when I was driving into school this morning. It was something about the Obama Administration not fighting a $500,000. judgement for a Library of Congress hiree. I don't understand how any guy thinks he can be a female, when he never lived the life of a girl through all the stages of maturity. Just as a female wanting to be male when she hadn't ever lived the life of a guy. Adolescence is tough on both sexes. Here is the article in case you missed it.
Beware of the Obama/Democratic regime!