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When I was about 15 I discovered my mother's underwear drawer, or rather discovered the hidden thrills of her underwear drawer. My mother and sister were out riding and my father was working so I knew I had the morning to myself. I had taken a shower and cut through my parents bedroom instead of going around the landing. I felt a bit randy as one sometimes does at that age, and as I passed the dresser I noticed a drawer about a third open. It was obviously full of silky things and I went over to take a closer...

Kristie Talbot threw her school books to the floor, draped her jacket over the stand, and then dropped herself onto her bed. School had been tiring, and she felt especially worn as she had slept badly the night before. She kicked off her shoes, and then sitting up against her pillows, she drew her long legs underneath her, and then smoothed her knee length, grey school skirt over her hips. At the end of her bed was a pile of washing her mother had folded and placed there to be put away, and so with a sigh, she slid to...

When I was at school in the early 1960s, I always passed my Great Aunt Vera’s place on the way home. She had a small shop and, whenever I called in, she would always have cakes and sweets that were past there sell-by date but good enough to eat anyway. But I had another reason for stopping by. I’d discovered that she would often do her ironing wearing just her underwear. I used to try to arrive on wash day, when she had all her panties and slips hanging on the line to dry. I would brush up against them...

I once was on an inventory crew assigned to a large department store. A supervisor approached me and said to follow her to the “IA” department. I soon found out that “IA” stands for “Intimate Apparel.” “I want you to inventory our panties,” said the supervisor. She handed me a scanner, instructing me how to remove the panties, scan the bar code on the tags and replace the panties back on the display. The main wall, which I dubbed “The Great Wall of Panties,” had a cluster of 50, foot and a half long pegs, ten across and five down....

I was one of four children in our house. My two older sisters were very close to me in age, and my younger sister was born just after I turned three. When my baby sister was still a baby, I remember how sweet she looked in her frilly dresses and rhumba panty covered botttom. Sometimes when my mother was changing my baby sister, she would ask me to help her by putting the dirty clothes in the hamper. This was when I first began to feel the ruffles of the panty covers. I really did not think much about this...