to go commando whilst wearing jeans

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Had some low cut jeans on yesterday.

SIL said 'how do you wear those without your knickers showing over the top'

Me: 'don't wear knickers'

SIL: HOW can you go commando.

She was seriously shocked that I didn't wear knickers. I said how the bloody hell can you - skinny jeans so a VPL would show, if you wore a g string it would peek out over the top and look horrible.

She made me feel a complete bohemian.

I used to go commando in the 70s when skin tight shiney trousers were in fashion - usually in a horrid shade of barbie pink Like Olivia Newton John in last bit of Grease.

These days... I cannot take the chaffing.

While I'm here I might as well say.... No to taking on bath/swimming pool water, but I'm a dreadful gusset bleacher

And I was wondering where some people's hairy bits grow if it affects their 'secretions'

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ooh no take one sapre on a JIC basis- ds3 wee'd on me within 2 hours of starting last trip, eek!

otherwise GOML wouldn't bother me and I happily would go commando - don;t get the problem, me.

I kind of assumed the reference to gardening was referring to how and where the secretions flowed...

I try to avoid quad-cheeks at all costs (you know, when it goes beyond just a vpl and into the four-cheek territory) but it feels wierd without underwear... Then again, I thought jeans were generally thick enough to hide the knicker lines?

What chaffing? As a Sergeant Major in the commando depo I must say this something I have never experienced.....

'so I look like something out of the Chilli Peppers in the mid 90's

ah yes I had forgotten that trend....

lol - Tyler's post was the correct one - no need for mirror

Post bath woosh
Post sex seepage

Just out of interest it has always surprised me that there isn't more talk about the latter, I mean I do the girl talk with most people but I've only ever had one, maybe two references to it. My old office said something about later that day or day after and you let out a little cough and oh there it is!

And I had to clarify with a friend of mine the other day that it was completely normal and most likely I hadn't actually lost my mucus plug! She said she too gets it up to 24 hours later.

See I always found the post bath whoosh more surprising than the post sex seepage.

Stands to reason if you put a load of liquid directly up there it's got to seep out, and always heard plenty of references to sleeping in the wet patch so was aware this was fairly normal.

The delayed post bath/swim whoosh is something I have never heard mentioned anywhere

< holds mirror up >

Are we talking wet patch after sex, or walking to work the next day and it dribbles?

I get the wet patch, but not the dribbles....what's it doing up there hiding until your out of the house? Very odd.

Lady maintenance issue....not sure what you mean really, unless a full bush impedes said dribbles.
Mines like Phil mitchells head so can't comment on absorbency factor

'Let down Fellatio' sounds like something a particularly talented mother might pull off while breastfeeding at the same time. Clever trick if you can do it, but will no-one think of the baybee?

I got the post-swim whoosh the other day while waiting for the pool-side showers. Thought my waters had gone.

likePhil Mitchell's head ?

all sweaty with vodka oozing out of the pores ?

that doesn't sound very nice

Precisely AF

Sorky - if I went knickerless the only thing I'd be pursued by would be dogs.

I have just spat tea on my iPad FN

Now that's a trick - never knew a fanjo was capable of emitting a high pitched whistle heard only by dogs?

Sorry, I meant 'pestered relentlessly'. Messed up my own joke there. Serves me right for having downed a large vodka and it's not even Friday.

i get could if Terry goes commando

cold even

Bleaching??

omg this thread is so funny. Although i will never ever see Sorky in the same light again.. Phil Mitchell indeed...

FN at least it isn't cats that would be pestering you!!!!

The bleaching thing has been a revelation - I thank you, ladies, for clearing up one of those "what the fuck" mysteries that has bothered me all my pant-bleaching adult life.

Actually - it's not quite cleared it up. Why does it happen? DH's sperm must be made of stern stuff having made the journey several times up a river of domestos