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Panties in Public!

A revealing look at the not-so-private appearances of lovely underwear

MOSSIMO MAKES MY MOUTH WATER!
Although you're sure to find photos of women in their underwear in just about any women's magazine, Marie Claire offers a monthly political column that often features some sort of National Geographic expose of downtrodden natives or some such shit. Which means, of course, that you might get a glimpse of said natives in their natural habitat, including nudity. For those of you who have fond memories of stealing your parents' National Geographics to ogle bare breasts, this may be an added incentive to pick up a copy of Marie Claire. Personally, I'm a subscriber, and for a few months now I've been taken with the Mossimo ads. They say they're for swimsuits, but I prefer to imagine that this crotch-level close-up is of a pair of delicately crocheted panties. Wouldn't you just love to get a grip on those little beads with your teeth, and yank them down ever-so-slowly? And even if they are really bikini bottoms, it would only mean that there would be the sensual smell of suntan lotion mingling with the gentle bouquet of muff! Which way to the Mossimo store?

LOVE'S TRIANGLE
Reformed bad girl Courtney Love may have overhauled her vixen image, but you know that deep down she's still a naughty little slut! Appearing in this provocative ad for Versace, lovingly captured by the Ÿberfamous fashion photograher Bruce Weber, Ms. Love may look pensive, but if you pop one of her CDs into your stereo, it's easy to imagine that she's actually teasing you. It's equally easy to imagine crawling in for a scratch-and-sniff snuffle of her elegantly covered crotch. Just look at this striking pose! Doesn't it somehow beg for the next photo in the sequence? Like she leans back, spreads her legs and asks, "Come closer. Can you tell me what flavor douche I used this morning?" I'm sure there was some heavy duty retouching that went on with this shot, since I'd bet my plentiful pubes that Courtney's thatch is pretty damn thick! This photo is a perfect example of a Panty Play cover: splayed thighs and the taunting tongue. Somebody get her manager on the phone!

VOYEUR'S VISION
Taschen publishes all sorts of pretty art books, and plenty of them are, you know, that kind of arty. All you connoisseurs of panty-clad crotches will be transported to your own personal version of the Louvre when you spot the latest addition to the Taschen line, a coffee table book of Roy Stuart's photographs. The cover features a ripe nymphette in a pleated Stuart plaid skirt and we've got an up-the-skirt perspective. She's sporting a pair of tantalizing cotton panties, covered by finely seamed nylons. The V of her undies disappears between her buttcheeks in the most mouth-watering of ways! And you can practically smell the scent of her feminine essence! The cover is just the appetizer to a mind-boggling smorgasbord of sexually fulfilling photographs. Mr. Stuart offers you a little taste of everything: foot worship, lesbian trysts, female domination, bushy Eurobabe pubic hair and enough sneaky panty shots to satisfy the hungriest of fanatics. Hurry down to your local bookstore and seek out this scrumptious publication! I can guarantee you hours of pud-pulling enjoyment! Roy Stuart, from Taschen, ISBN 3-8228-7872-3.

MAIL ORDER MASTURBATION
Not like I need to tell you, but Victoria's Secret catalogs are sexy! I receive about a dozen a month, and every one is tastier than the last! Their newest line of lovely underthings is English Lace, and the cover that introduced them is just about every panty fan's dream. Which shot makes you the horniest? Full frontal? Side shot with lotsa thigh? Spread legs or the shy, clenched thigh stance? Or my personal favorite, the butt flash. Posing a la the cast of Broadway's current smash hit, Chicago (which, by the way, has loads of scantily clad babes, just in case you're planning a trip to Manhattan), the sensuous supermodels are giving us their version of a vampy cabaret show. Don't ask me why, but there's something about their adorable bowler hats that really flips my lid! Imagine going out on a date with a woman wearing nothing but a dignified chapeau and this elegant English Lace lingerie! Yahoo! Anyway, my copies of these catalogs never have a chance to get dog-eared, since a new one arrives every time I've just about worn the last one out. It can be embarrassing, though, when guests inquire as to why I keep an underwear catalog in my bathroom. I did decide to archive this particular issue, due to it's exquisite cover. Perhaps I should just laminate it!