I love seeing a woman in her underwear. There is something so sexy about it. It is hard to say why, but I suppose it is the fact that you don’t really see a woman in her underwear, unless she is your lover (or a drunk girl on Girls Gone Wild or something like that). Also, the bra and panties are not the final stage of erotic pleasures and delights; rather, they hint at what might come next, and still leave a lot to your imagination. Nor is it the same as seeing a girl on a beach in a bikini. That is a public situation, she is showing her bikini to the whole world, which is fine and hot, but it lacks that secretive, forbidden quality of seeing a girl in her bra and panties. Perhaps when I see her she might be lying on my bed, or perhaps she might be undressing in front of me, or perhaps, even better, I might be undressing her. One of my little fetishes is to wonder, whenever I see an attractive girl walking down the street, what she is wearing under her clothes. Getting a slight idea of what she is wearing, whether through a gentle hint of panty lines, or a slight view of the lace on her bra, is always a special treat. Again, it is the forbidden, secret nature of it all. Plus, what a girl wears is often reflective of her personality. I never really much got into the thong look; I prefer to see more traditional looking bra and panties on a girl, something that says, yes, I am good girl in public, but I have a bad girl side in private, and a bad side I only show to a select few. The photo above seems to suggest that. I especially love white on a girl…or black, red, blue or purple.  Hell, any color will do, so long as I can see it.

A beautiful woman in pretty underwear is like a work of art…