ExiledTyrant
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Joined: 12/9/2013 From: Exiled Status: offline
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I know, double entendre... But we're doing it my way, cuz I say so. I was talking to a hottie on the other side and told her my panty rule. This kind of bewildered her, so I thought I'd toss it out here, and see if I'm an island in the panty rule. I grew up in a house full of women. There would be three-four in the house at any given time, and it wasn't unusual to have a dozen sitting in the gossip circle. So, I was well schooled in the fem perspective of sex and relationships... Probably quite a skewed perspective, because embellishing the bad was a contest between them. Nevertheless, as a teen I adopted the panty rule. I would take everything off of her, but the panties. Once she peeled those off, it was on and consensual. I kept the panty rule my entire life, and as with most things it began to take on its own significance, tradition, and custom. Now, as it has been for many years, I will not take her panties off of her until we hold the panty ritual ( go ahead, laugh). The panty ritual consists of a lovely pair of white lace panties, on her of course, soppy is best ;) these she will take off, present them to me and say, "these are yours, and everything that was in them is yours." From that moment on, no panties are safe. I'll peel them off, rip them off, chew them off, wot ever my mood dictates. I should point out, that I'm relationship orientated, so this isn't a hit and run thing. It's only with someone I've been dating, cuz my casual button is absent. So, no matter how long we've been seeing each other, nilla or not, until I get my ritual, you can writhe in those soppy satins until you peel them off. Exiled
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Gnothi Seauton To lead, first follow: Aurelius, Epictetus, Descartes, Sun Tzu, to name a few. Semper fidelis (which sometimes feels like a burden)
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