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March 2002

Advice for Boys Who Need it BadDear Jane,
I really enjoy your web site. I am 45 and a very conservative professional man. I did not have pre-marital sex, so I was surprised to discover that my wife did not wear panties under her pantyhose. This was quite shocking as most of her pantyhose are very sheer and some skirts are short. She’s told me that it is very common and actually uncomfortable to wear both panties and pantyhose.

I find myself obsessed with the subject and am now preoccupied with what is under women’s skirts. Whenever I see a woman in a dress or skirt, I am fascinated by the pantyhose she is probably wearing. I have even tried wearing them myself and love the feeling.

Where can I get more information on this subject?

Richard

Hello, Dear Richard,
It is the “professional man” I hear in your staid, businesslike query, “Where can I get more information on this subject.” But it is the precocious, curious little boy who wants to look up women’s skirts who truly wants a response.

You have discovered the vast, intoxicatingly sensual world of nylon with a bit of spandex thrown in. It’s not just a woman’s pussy scent on the tiny cotton gusset set inside silky, shiny, sexy pantyhose that sends you; it’s the notion of a woman being tightly enveloped in a sensuous fabric that is a teasing barrier to the feminine form you see beneath it. Garterbelt-and-stocking lovers lamented while an entirely new fetish was born with the debut of pantyhose in the sixties.

Pantyhose are so named because they combine the “panty” and the “hose.” It is rare for women to wear panties beneath their pantyhose. I do so occasionally, if I want to create additional barriers in a game of hard-to-get with my lover. But for everyday wear, women simply wear the pantyhose commando-style. So what you’re imagining when you ponder the delights up the skirt of women is exactly what’s there: satiny pantyhose doing its job, capturing within its sheer prison a delicate feminine scent and a delectably round behind showcased by slick, touchable nylon-spandex.

A site called www.sheerfinesse.com, out of the UK, offers great photos of women wearing a huge variety of hard-to-find pantyhose that you may purchase, photos of everyday women in pantyhose, chat, and more. The labor-of-love reflected on this site also features an extensive set of links to other pantyhose sites, including some that portray men in pantyhose.

In the meantime, Mr. Businessman who says he’s conservative but who’s a sexy wildman at heart, treasure your love of pantyhose. And next time you are wearing yours and your wife is wearing hers and you slide yourself up over her silky body, be thankful that you have found your heaven.

Dear Jane,
I find myself in an embarrassing situation and need the kind of advice that only you can offer. While doing my laundry one Saturday morning, a very good (not to mention very pretty) friend of mine named Susan, with whom I share a condo complex, asked if I could “do a small white load of clothes for her.” I know she’d do it for me, so I said sure.

Well, the white clothes she brought me were very nearly all panties, waist-highs, bikinis, made of satin and cotton. I became intoxicated with the thrill of my task. The scent of her light perfume mixed with her personal signature was too much. I lifted a pair for my keepsake and pleasured myself repeatedly that weekend.

Days later, without my knowledge, Susan decided to return the favor and emptied my hamper and did all of my laundry. I was mortified to find my boxer underwear folded neatly with her own, now-clean, panties right on top!

She has made no mention of my theft, or my filthy inclination. Certainly she must know that the panties are hers. I don’t know what I should do, if anything.

Blushing in Boston

“Blushing in Boston,” you really should have signed your letter “Busted in Boston.” Caught nearly red- and sticky-handed. Such a dilemma, panty-lover. I’m certain you left plenty of creamy evidence for her to know immediately that it was no accident that a pair of her panties was in your hamper. If they were my panties you pilfered, I’d make you come over to my place and, in a private showing, show me precisely what you did to soil my panties. Perhaps I’d make you model each and every pair I have in my silky, sumptuously extensive panty collection. You’d be made to parade and prance and pose for me in each delicate little pair, promising with each that you’ll keep your hands to yourself the next time you did my laundry . . . which would be very often indeed.

But, alas for you, Susan is not me, poor baby. However, she may be of similar inclination. A woman discovering the dirty deed having been done with her intimates—and wanting nothing to do with it—would have squired the panties away with nary a mention instead of leaving them prominently on top of your washed laundry. She knows what you did that fateful weekend and is, perchance, stimulated by the notion. She could be laying down the panty gauntlet for you to pick up. If you think this is the case, purchase her a beautiful pair of panties from Victoria’s Secret (in her size, not yours, bad boy). Leave the pink, bow-tied panty gift in her hamper with a short note saying you are sorry for having misappropriated a pair of her panties. She’ll take it (and, we hope, you) from there. If, on the other hand, you have been getting standoffish vibes from Susan since the incident, then do nothing . . . other than be exceedingly kind—indeed, subserviently kind—to her. For, even though you still have a pair of her panties in your possession, it is she who has the goods on you.


Jane is the owner of X-traordinary Talk! and can be found on the Internet at www.xtratalk.com. Ask for Jane’s advice on any aspect of fetish sexuality by e-mailing her at jane@xtratalk.com. “Advice to Boys Who Need It Bad” is a registered trademark of X-traordinary Talk! Please note that Jane’s advice is from the viewpoint of a caring, softly dominant woman; it is not intended to replace professional therapy. All questions are “real,” although may be edited for length.

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