They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but I say the way to a woman's pussy is through her underpants. Through or around or (in the case of crotchless) between. Hells, it's giving me a woody thinking about the wonders of ladies and their underduds.
James Bond (of course) is the man best at undressing ladies, mostly because they don't have much on to start with. (Miss Moneypenny is the exception.) Funny that being a licenced-to-kill spy also entitles one to a cotery of easily-bedded hotties in evening gowns or bikinis.
Anyway, it was Sean Connery who I noted once de-frocked a lover by slicing through the spaghetti straps of her LBD, letting the thing fall to the floor.
:cut to shots of rampant elephant trunks and earthquakes:
Where was I? Right, the road to heaven lies beyond the boy-shorts.
There is an art in removing a lady's panties. Possible choices include demurely running them down the legs, if she's standing. If she's on her back, shimmy those things over her arse, create a tangle at the feet, then let her kick them off. And then there's ripping the damn things off so you can get to the action ASAP.
Nothing says God I want you NOW! like using brute strength to tear that shit off, and hopping into it with animal abandon.
:cue shots of elephant trunks rampant and earthquakes:
Yesterday I discovered how women feel about the wanton destruction of their sexy smalls at the hands of a neanderthal lover:
They Love It.
And the attraction? The sound of ripping lace.
I think they call this 'Win-Win'.
Thanks to Snaf for the lingerie-wearer's perspective. [link]
Loverly ladies photo from here [link]
Edited for incorrect panty-removal technique. Someone would have picked up the error.
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