I'm wearing underpants (yes Revolving Credit, I'm wearing doondies) that require I tie up the back with a ribbon. Boy-short lacey numbers, with a woven-in ribbon thingie at the back. They looked great on the hanger, and although they do look pretty darn fantastic on my own ass, the ribbon thing was secondary detritus when I paid for the item.
'Cept now, I walk around public places, where the fudging ribbon ends seem to explode from my pants, and drag around behind me. Much like a porn star who forgot to fasten her chastity belt after a steamy brothel session, or a Victorian retard that forgot to fasten her corset on dressing in the morning.
Sometimes things are great in theory.
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Ribbons are for pulling. Try your best to hide them, and when that time (or man) comes along...
BOOM!
So much fun.
Sounds like a pain in the posterior.
Congrats on remembering the under garments today, but:
Your doondies have a rip-cord?
Do they deploy when you pull this cord?
You're going to have to post a pic or sketch of this parachute underwear.
I assume it's there for quick release when someone wants to go ..umm..sky-diving ;)
I see it more as one of those cheese tabs, where you pull the tab and the whole red skin of the little round cheese unwinds.
(I can't believe I just equated the skins of cheese with underwear. I feel ill.)
do you have a photograph of this for the G-Spot collection? ;)
Nobody comes here anymore; it's too crowded ;)
Sounds like the perfect mix of 'tease' with 'restraint'. But Don is right, having ribbons hanging out your pants is like having a button saying "DO NOT PUSH"!
Thanks chap. I'll see if I can find a pic of my deploy cord to post up.
Nee, dit is af...
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