Helping Men In Lingerie: Your Comments Count

A great deal of the men who read these articles are quite comfortable with the fact that they like to wear women's lingerie, and a great deal of those men make comments and share tips and secrets, and that's really great. I'm betting that most men who wear lingerie who leave comments here with their experiences with wearing women's lingerie, good or bad, don't really stop to think about what those comments do.

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Men Wearing Panties: Is It REALLY about the sensation?

A number of things have lead me towards this post, there have been some great comments on the articles, and I've also been looking at some of the products out there designed for the male lingerie market, such as the 'Manties' mentioned below.

In a recent poll, many men claimed that it was the feeling of lingerie that they enjoyed, the silky smoothness, the satiny caress. Fair enough, and well and good, but if that were the whole case, then why not just wear satin boxers? There are plenty of traditionally masculine styled underwear products out there for men if they want the feeling of lingerie without the appearance of femininity, but still, the gross proportion of men who wear lingerie, prefer to wear lingerie either made for women, or lingerie that has a very feminine appearance.

So chaps, is it really about the sensation? Or is there also a thrill in the femininity of lingerie. Does it feel naughty to be a little girly from time to time? Of course at the end of the day, these are your naughty little secrets to keep.

Beating The Sales - How He Got His Lingerie, And How You Can Get Yours

By Mr Stocking X

I got new lingerie this Christmas, well, actually this New Year. Perhaps I'm a little on the cheap side, but it's a great time for sales, as my wife keeps on telling me. She dragged me along to half a dozen of the things of course, like she does every year. I'm the chief bag holder, parcel carrier, and chair waiter. I don't know why women feel the urge to rush into every store they see and browse through each and every item on display with the enthusiasm of an archaeologist uncovering some dead Egyptian's tomb, but it's pretty evident that there is some charm there for them that I'm missing.

This year, I made the trip a little more interesting for myself by nipping off whilst she was in the changing room, and exploring the lingerie section. I'd been tempted to do this for ages, after all, it's like some cruel torture being forced to sit and wait and comment on twenty dresses that look much the same whilst just a few yards away lie fields of lacy bras, shiny panties, and dreamy stockings. It's just not fair on a man.


So this year, after several hours of shopping, inane questions, and the purchasing of several items I am quite sure will only end up gracing the upper reaches of the closet for a year or two before she digs them out and donates them to charity, I snuck over into heaven and had a lovely time looking at all the lingerie.

It's a perfect ruse you see, you're carrying the wife's handbag, half a dozen parcels, and you have the haggard look of a husband that has already seen more shopping than he wants to see in a lifetime. Nobody batted an eye, in fact, the salesgirl thought I was being romantic as I picked out the hottest red and black lace bra and panty set, and hastily paid for it before my wife's cries for me to assess her latest outfit became too shrill.


Over the course of the rest of the day I also picked up several pairs of stockings, an incredible red lace garter belt and thong, and some crotchless panties!

For the first time in years I left the annual shop-a-thon with a smile on my face, and a few things for me tucked away amongst the mountains of rubbish we are compelled to cart home each year.