Okay, so Daniel said there was a new option for some reader group he knows about, some kind of poll thing, and he wanted to test it. What kind of test? I wanted to know. Panties, he said. So he had me posing in five different pairs of my panties. First, though, I shaved, though not completely muffless—I just left a bit of a tuft.

Option A

These are pretty basic, and if I wear panties at all, which often I don’t, I usually go with these, unless it’s a special occasion. I was a little nervous, so Daniel suggested I have a companion. For my companion I picked Kittykins. I love the fill of him. Oops, a typo. I mean “feel” of him. But fill of him works, too. A Freudian slip? Anyway, Kittykins is very comforting and he can be very exciting, too. When you twist his neck he purrs. The sound is soothing, at least up to a point, the point being the tip of Kittykins’ tail. Ooowhee. But for the poll test picture we kept thing under control. No neck twisting.

Option B

I’d never actually worn these before, so getting them on was a bit of a chore, and I sort of messed up. Daniel said it didn’t matter—it was the spirit of the panties that counted. I don’t usually think of panties as having a spirit. For my prop for Option B I picked an amaryllis. I didn’t actually pick it as in picking it out of the earth. We had a few left over from Easter which we hadn’t planted, and I thought at least one of them deserved a showing. Isn’t it a beauty? The little stamens waver when you blow on them. They can be ticklish. I’ll let you imagine where. And the petals, Daniel says, are much the same color as my pussy lips at certain times. He says they feel similar to my pussy lips, too, at certain times. After taking this picture, it became one of those certain times.