It’s not an accident that when I rummage through my underwear drawer on laundry day, the only pair I can find is a lacy red thong or a silky black G-string. I wear my favorite intimates first, and am then left with the rest as a last resort. But in my case, the last resort is what other people would call “sexy lingerie.”
Yes, I’m a lover of granny panties.
Back in high school, I joined in with the rest of my friends were trying on tiny undies and thong shopping. This is the only reason I own “sexy underwear” to begin with — they’re left over from my experimental days. As I grew up, I came to two conclusions. One, granny panties are fucking comfortable, and two, the only person I should worry about impressing is myself. Keep reading »
