13. Edible panties or No Panties

Oh dear, I may be no fun at all but this is a no-brainer to answer. I actually saw a pair of edible panties at a "bachelor" party a long time ago and can you say "fruit leather?" In other words not even boring!

No panties, on the other hand, are just bogglingly nice! Not so much in the classic/cliché sense of "nothing up my sleeve skirt" effect, although that's nice. What I'm thinking more about is more like no panties in bed when we're half asleep and spooning together. I know the middle of July isn't the best time to think about it in the Northern hemisphere, but those of you at the antipodes might appreciate that I can warm up more than my side of the bed and covers. No panties under, say, yoga pants is also a nice, especially when it's *not* a surprise because we got dressed together and we're only dressed and downstairs at all because that's where the kitchen is and we both know that as soon as coffee's ready we'll quickly drift back up stairs, a trail of clothes and maybe morning newspaper sections on the stairs behind us.

Actually the one nice thing about edible undies, I suppose, is that they're easy to tear off Last-Tango-In-Paris style. Though to be honest there's a trick to tearing off regular panties, assuming they're soft and old enough to be that kind of expendable. Although there have to be 10,000 other perfectly enjoyable ways to take real panties off.

And then there's the question of what *you'd* rather find under a nice pair of jeans. There's also the lexical quandary of describing how exactly it could be delightful rather than a disappointment to find nothing under my jeans. :-)