With an ass like this...

... who needs panties? But I *like* the panties. The panties are fabulous! Thanks very much to Johnie for sending them my way.

XXX,
Alison

panties, stockings, garter belts and shoes

hi there alison:

i saw your blog "panty parade" and i knew i had to send you several panty pixs, you choose which one.

awhile back, i figured out that my boyfriend was rummaging around first in the laundry hamper, and then in my panty drawer. when i confronted him about it, at first he tried to deny it, but finally he 'fessed up. i told him to go upstairs into my bathroom, and to put on what i had laid out for him. i was waiting in the bedroom when he appeared in a bright pink pair of satin panties. he was deeply embarrassed, but also incredibly excited, if you know what i mean. so for awhile now, i let him wear my panties under his clothes or when he comes over to hang out. finally, after a couple of months, i got him to agree to let me take photographs of him in my panties and lingerie. naturally, he was reluctant at first, but once he started to see the pixs, he got into the spirit of things. now he wants me to start buying panties, stockings, garter belts and shoes for him. i told him that i'd take him panty shopping with me, but that i had to photograph the shopping spree. i'll keep you posted.

wendy writes



Oh, please do! We'll be waiting...

XXX,
Alison

Holy Cow!

Tessa says: I felt like sending a contribution to the lovely Alison Tyler Panty Parade before I put them on and turn into A Super Cow Hero.

These are definitely among my favorite pairs. A set of panties to match different kinds of moods is my motto and helps keep my mojo high.

Cheers,

Tessa

Love these! But I'd want to wear them on the outside. I mean, how could you hide knickers as fabulous as these beneath your clothes?

XXX,
Alison

Joodie's Candy

Joodie says:

Decided to join in the panty parade with my choice for favorite...My favorite panties resemble a lollipop. And that's why they're my favorite! Plus they're comfy, but still totally cute.

(Love the site!)

-- Sincerely,
Joodie

Sweat Shop Sissy Stops By

Hi Alison;

I wanted to add my favourite pair of white panties to the Panty Parade, but couldn't decide which ones to show off.

Cheers,

sss

Paul Klee's Panties

I wanted to find something inspiring. I know taste is something totally personal. So here I contribute to the revival of your parade with one of my favorite pairs, part of a set which is Paul Klee inspired. A modernist touch then.

P.S.: This is the butt side.

tiny red panties

I don't know if this is the kind of pany pict you'll want for your panty parade, but a girlfriend and I were at Build-a-Bear and I couldn't resist these tiny red panties for my new stuffed kitty. The next step is finding the right material for a kitty sized dom suit =^.^=

xo,
tygre

Mayhem's Panties

Hey Alison -

I discovered your blogs recently and immediately felt the need to contribute to the panty parade. Therefore, I give you my favorite panties that are comfortable enough for work teaching yoga, but flirty enough to always make me feel sexy.

Peace,
Mayhem

Panties in the Mail

Oooh, look what I woke up to:

Hi Alison!

I just wanted to say happy Valentine's Day, as I recall that you, like myself, are a fan of the holiday.

Also, this thong is what I will be wearing tomorrow -- I thought of you when I bought it the other day. :)

Best,
Emerald

People are thinking of me when they buy panties! I can't imagine anything sexier than that. Well, maybe if people were thinking of me when they take their panties off...

If you want to be part of my Panty Parade, just send a pic of your favorite knickers to msalisontyler at yahoo dot com!

(I just wrote "dot come." What does that say about me?)

Happy Valentine's Day!
XXX,
Alison

From Bad Ass Kona

We have one hell of a sexy trio...
Front:

Back:

And, um, center:


Thanks, BAK!

XXX,
Alison

Tighty Whitey

I didn't buy this.
Yet.

XXX,
Alison

P.S. Thanks to EllaRegina for sending me the link!

Snow White's Underpants

Only EllaRegina could take something as pure as 100% cotton Snow White knickers and make them seem so fucking dirty:


Dear Alison,

Here are the 100% cotton Snow White underpants -- (c) Disney, Made in Bangladesh -- that served as inspiration for my NORMAL story and make a cameo appearance therein. As you can see I took some artistic license when describing them. I was working from memory and too lazy to check my underwear drawer for primary sources.

Miss White is not, in fact, framed by the Seven Dwarves. Instead, three yellow birds (canaries?), two kinds of flowers, and what may or may not be a fried egg surround her. There is a troubled expression on her face, at least there was during the scanning process. Maybe she is feeling better now. I have no way of knowing.

These underpants are not only too large for me to begin with, but they are completely stretched out, probably the result of frequent doctors' examinations, and if I did put them on they would fall directly to my ankles, like in the story, but due to gravitational forces, not hand involvement. I suppose I could go to the tailor and have them taken in but I wouldn't want to give the poor man a heart attack, or get him excited while he was sticking straight pins in the seams.

I shall wear them until they fly away, like the little birdies.

Someday my prince will
come,

Love,
ER

XXX,
Alison

P.S. DON'T FORGET TO VOTE!

Show Him You Love Him

With a mug of coffee the size that a long-distance trucker might appreciate, and an attitude fortified by several days of doing nothing, I have attacked my overflowing inbox. Thank goodness for the treats hidden amongst the trash. Like this one from Suzanne:

Hi Alison,

I am sending a contribution to the panty parade, as well as a picture of my flamingo and his new best friend, my original pink rubber duck.

The panties are my two favorite pairs of thongs. The pair on the left are cotton, and very comfortable. I love the little black bows on the back and the saucy pin up girl on the front. It says "Show him you love him" on the front. The pair on the right is the dark red lace pair I mentioned in one of the first comments I made on your blog. I feel very very sexy and very aware of my ass when I wear them.


Hope you enjoy the pics!

Merry Part and Blessed Be,

Suzanne

Love those panties!
XXX,
Alison

Long Live the Panty Parade

Three cheers for The Panty Parade! These pretty pics fell into my inbox this week.

Lovely Ms. Alison Tyler,
The panty parade seems to be slowing, so I send you my humble offerings. These are the panties I wear to another favorite parade of mine, The San Fransisco Gay Pride Parade. These were a gift from my gay best friend. I love how the rainbow jewels are heart-shaped. Another accessory often worn to Gay Pride are the rainbow suspenders in the second picture. While I have yet to clip my suspenders onto my panties while wearing them, they have definitely been unclipped to reveal that lovely g-string.
Hope to see the parade continue!
Cynner

Oh, I hope to see that, too. If you have pics of your panty drawer, or your panties on you, please send them to msalisontyler at yahoo dot com, and I will make you a star! (I mean, I will post them on my blogs.)

XXX,
Alison

Shame on Me!

I woke up to these panty pictures. Makes me want to wear a garter belt today! But which one?

This is to say I miss your parade. And here I bring two of my collections. Lingerie. This is a new set. (Darling! Mind you I always buy two pairs of panties and I just couldn't find where I dropped the second pair which was still wrapped and I was planning to use to the picture. Well, I was wearing the first pair. So I had to ( shame on me!) take them off to take the picture. Shhhhhh!)

The second collection is art work gathered along the the years. That piece is from an auction the Guggenheim NY once carried to promote independent artists.


XXX,
Alison

Panties in the News

While I wait for more readers to send me pics of their panties (Saskia Walker promised she would when I met her last night), I thought I'd post a piece about panties in the news. Honestly, I'm not awake enough to figure out this link. But here is a football player wearing pretty pink panties.

Well, why the hell not?
XXX,
Alison

Shy & Anonymous in Her Knickers

Every so often, a note or a photo falls into my e-mailbox that makes me smile for days. This is one of them.

My rumba rumblings: I was inspired by the beautiful and bold Emerald. These are even the same type of rumba tanga shorts (the palest of lavender ruffles in horizontal rows over sheer black nylon) though they could also pass, here anyway, as a tutu made of feathers, something Josephine Baker might have worn in a Parisian nightclub.

It's difficult to tell exactly what's going on in this photograph; the shot is a study in perspective distortion. The garment seems, as does my ass, much larger than its actual size. This is more or less a 3/4 view from behind my right buttock. The vertical shadow along my right side is that of my arm; my right hand holds the camera capturing my pose. It appears that I am shaking my booty. I am not. I simply lack a tripod. Not that I wouldn't have done a little wiggle. Putting these on was very exciting. I hope for the neighbors beyond my curtainless window, as well. I'm usually not an exhibitionist but sometimes one must go above and beyond in the name of duty.

xoxo

Shy and Anonymous Knicker-Wearer

Back shortly with a winner for yesterday's contest and a brand-new book to giveaway.

XXX,
Alison

Emerald in Her Ruffled Panties

Yes, I know I'm asking you for spanking stories, but every so often I can focus on two things at once. Although now that I've spent a few minutes staring at Emerald and her luscious panties, I'm not so sure about that. What was I saying? Oh, yes.

Emerald said: You mentioned at the end of a post a few days ago that you were still looking for them...I know I already sent you one of my panties, so I didn't want to be presumptuous and send another from me, but again, since I'm already emailing you, I thought I would just throw it in there! Especially since it's in the rumba tanga shorts. :)

Thank you for the concern, but I don't think anyone would think a pic this hot was presumptuous at all! Am I right?

XXX,
Alison

Kiss My Feminist Ass

Okay, it's not my feminist ass. It's the divine Rachel Kramer Bussel's feminist ass in her real-live panties. And this fantastic, feminist ass was also immortalized on a post-it note. (Insert mental thread here: I'm so fucking jealous I could die. Where is my ass on a post-it note? Where?)



XXX,
Alison

Angell's Panties

Angell says: Alright, I finally got up the guts to do it. I'm sending you my favourite pairs.

These are my 'empowering' panties, because I do feel like Supergirl when I put them on. They are the first g-strings I've ever owned, and I'll always remember the day I bought them as the day I found out that big is beautiful, and sexy too.

See, there is a power in panties. I first wrote about my lucky lingerie back in college. The teacher read my essay to the class, while I slid down in my chair. The paper was on collections in general, and I think I kicked my piece off with panties. I have to say, I got an A.

XXX,
Alison

The Knickers of Barga

Thanks ever so to Isabel Kerr for forwarding the link to the wonderful Mutande (Knickers) of Barga. Isabel says: Here's a very sweet take on the Panty Parade by one of my favorite artists, Keane.

On the link, click the words Mutande of Barga below the trio of knickers to see a beautiful panty parade! Frank Viviano, long-time international correspondent for the SF Chronicle, said: "What you notice, before anything else, is that the subject of Keane's brush have an unlikely beauty. They are banners aflutter in the shifting Garfagnana winds, their allegiances announced in the language of high art: colour, fore, composition, kinetic tension."

I couldn't agree more. I wish we'd studied art like this when I was an Art History Major at UCLA.

XXX,
Alison

C's Purple Panties

C says: Well, Ms. Alison Tyler, you sent out a call for panties, so I decided to comply. Here are my favorite pair of purple panties. I look forward to seeing all the posts!

The full photo is gorgeous, but I had to crop slightly.
Any more panty pics?

XXX,
Alison

Man Panties!

Edward says: I submit my panties photo. Man panties, in fact. Thanks,
Edward

Any more "man panties"?

XXX,
Alison

P.S. Kristina Wright sent me a link to a panty lawsuit. Those thongs can be dangerous!

Heidi's Panties

So this is a first. This isn't a picture of a lingerie drawer, or a snapshot of a pair of favorite panties from a female's POV. This is a pair that was left behind. Michael Hemmingson says:

Found these...there are a couple others around here, dunno where, thought they were all together, will have to keep looking. Heidi used to live upstairs from me. Not anymore.

Heidi, wherever you are, you have great taste in lingerie!

XXX,
Alison

panties are such a happy thing

KM says: Getting braver, but I'm still worried about my carpets. So I took my panties into the woods....or maybe they really do grow on trees.

Love the new Panty Parade blog. In a sometimes cruel and dark world, panties are such a happy thing.

--Kirsten M.



I love this. Sommer Marsden has made my readers fear that their carpets aren't spotless enough to share. But their undies? No problem at all.

KM's subject line was "into the woods," which reminds me of Kristina Lloyd's fantastically sexy story called Fruits of the Forest in Love at First Sting. No fancy segue, or anything. Just a little free word association to start the day.

XXX,
Alison

Watching the Panty Parade

Lynn says: I've been watching the panty parade unfold and finally decided to participate. I couldn't resist anymore.



And because I was feeling especially brave—or whatever it was I was feeling—here's another. Thanks for the fun.
xoxo

Who's that girl in the thong?

Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in. Or take off their clothes and send me pictures. Or something. I couldn't resist. This gorgeous photo arrived in my box this morning, and I had to post. So am I kicking off a new contest, or re-starting the panty parade? No idea. Just, you know, feast your eyes on this dish and tell me who she is.

What does the winner get? A copy of Naked Erotica. How appropriate is that?

Here's a hint. It's not Jeremy.

XXX,
Alison

P.S. I will post all comments/guesses at the end of the day, so that the earlier answers won't influence those who stop by late.

Debra Hyde's Panty Drawer

Recently, Debra Hyde wrote to tell me about her debut novel, Inequities. I wrote back to say that I'd love to post about the book, and asked if she might send me a pic of her panties to include on my blog. (I'm such a snoop that I do just adore the sensation of peeking into someone else's drawers.) To my great delight, she agreed.

Debra explains that her new book presents the softer side of female dominance. “Dominant women don’t come in a one-size-fits-all,” she says. “Their temperaments and approaches to kinky sex are as varied as the next person’s.”

Debra comes to erotic romance after a decade of writing short erotic fiction for print anthologies. She counts such varied publishers as Carroll and Graf, Melcher Media, Berkley Heat, Thunder Mountain Press, Cleis Press, Blue Moon Books, Alyson Books, and the Venus Book Club in her credentials. She plans to continue writing thematic short stories and full-length contemporary and fantasy erotic novels.

I was worried I might have offended Debra with my request to see her knickers, but she assured me that I hadn't, saying, "I'm hard to offend, I love zany ideas, and, If you want a peek into my cluttered closet sometime, just ask."

Oh, dear god. Closets. I never thought of closets!

XXX,
Alison

Eliza's Panties

I begged. I pleaded. And Eliza sent me her panties. A picture of her all-time favorite ones. Eliza says:

On the hand sewn labels:

#1
Dwalyne
Hand-Made
Reg US Patent Off

#2
Made of Bur-Mil® Rayon Fabric
- - - - - - - - -
Circa 1940 possibly earlier.
- - - - - - - - -
They feel like silk. They slide and swish.
The French seams guarded fraying over the years.
The three pearl buttons make putting them on and taking them off a careful ritual.

The soft lace and inset applique whisper feminine.

Oh, god, aren't they beautiful?

XXX,
Alison

Cute Panties from Brazil

I'm fighting off:
a) headcold
b) deadline
Am fighting with caffeine and lots of licorice. No, I'm not. I swear. I'm taking good care of myself and only working half as hard as usual. But I wanted to post the candy pics that Tessa sent from Brazil.

And check out the candy post that Isabel did, too! Am I crazy for loving these gummi letters so much? (No wait. Don't answer that.)

Oh, and Stephen Elliott said: your post totally cracked me up. But he didn't give me the release to show him in his knickers. I feel a bit as if I've fallen into that scene in Peter Pan. You know? Where the audience has to clap to keep Tinkerbell alive? What if we all clapped loud enough? Do you think he'd show us his underwear? (God, I hope I'm remembering Peter Pan correctly. I didn't just make that up. Did I? And maybe we wouldn't be clapping. Maybe we'd be slipping dollar bills into his... oh, nevermind.)

All right. Back to the sofa for the moment. Please keep sending me your purple panty pictures. They're making me feel much better.

XXX,
Alison

My Purple Panties

Someone said I should remind people why I've been posting pics of panties in the first place. Well, Zane was generous enough to send multiple contributor copies of the succulent new collection Purple Panties, which features my brand-new, never-been-published story "Underneath."

I'm giving away two copies of the book. So keep sending me pics—either all jumbled up in your panty drawer, or on you if you *do* wear panties.

XXX,
Alison

Other People's Panties

Oh, I hope I haven't posted this one before. But I have a feeling that Tessa is going to hit me up for a panty-themed story before too long. The piece appeared in my collection Exposed and seems perfectly appropriate for the panty parade!

Other People’s Panties

Other people’s panties turn me on. They always have. Ever since way back when... In college, whenever my pretty, mid-west roommate was in class, I would dig through her lingerie drawer, fingering the seductive items she saved to wear for when her long-distance boyfriend was in town. Sometimes, I’d dress myself up in her favorite pieces: the matching leopard-print set she thought was particularly racy; or the black lace boy-cut shorts with a tank-style top. Other times, I’d just hold them to my naked body, caressing myself with the fine fabrics. I’d take my time to really smell the material before slipping on the garment, winning a whiff of laundry detergent, or perfume, lavender soap, or even the shadowy remaining scent of real skin.

So I guess that’s when it started. My fetish, I mean. Because at some point, wearing Lisa’s clothing wasn’t quite as important to me as sprawling on my tiny twin bed with the items in hand, stroking myself with the various intricate creations, coming while surrounded by panties and bras and camisoles that weren’t mine. That was the key to my pleasure—the panties were someone else’s, not purchased by me. Not meant for me. And the owner had no idea of my obsession with her naughty underthings. No idea at all.

By the end of the year, I had a set routine. Each day, I’d cradle the bikini bottoms she carelessly discarded on the floor by her bed. I’d place them on my face and breathe in while I touched myself, reveling in the ghostly embrace of her, even though I didn’t want her. I just wanted her knickers.

When the school year ended, my fetish remained. But I learned that I wasn’t attached solely to Lisa’s lingerie—any pretty woman’s underthings would work. This is why I’ve never lived on my own, always have had a female roommate. I’ve worked to keep my desires hidden through years of flatmates, rifling undetected through laundry baskets, or top dresser drawers, or in the tangle of sheets at the bottom of a bed. My fantasies have deepened as I fingering the sweet-smelling satin hipsters, cotton bikinis, lace thongs. I have succeeded in getting my fill from my female roommates’ collections, and I have never once told anyone about my fetish.

Not anyone.

Not even Jamie, my lover who swore on her heart that she’d love me through thick and thin, through sickness and health. I didn’t tell her because our commitment ceremony included no line about loving through fetishes, through panty raids, through constant caressing with secreted sexy items. Although I planned to come clean at some point, I found that I couldn’t confess. I told myself this was because I didn’t know what she would say, didn’t know how she might react to my treasured little secret. I pretended I simply couldn’t bare to see disgust on her face.

Truthfully?

That wasn’t it at all. I just didn’t want to stop playing with her panties.

Jamie has perfect lingerie for my needs. She indulges herself in the finest fabrics, the prettiest panties in rainbows of colors. And although I can afford to buy myself the exact same sorts of items, I know from experience that they wouldn’t give me as great a pleasure as wearing Jamie’s. Don’t know why that is, but I can’t change the fact. It’s “other people’s panties” that gets to me.

If I’m in a pinch, I use a G-string or a thong snagged from the laundry basket, and I go for a quickie while she thinks I’m taking a shower. But when my girlfriend is out for the evening, that’s when I truly indulge. I make a whole night out of fucking myself with Jamie’s underthings. First, I go through her dresser drawer, or our hamper, and pick out my pieces for the night. Sometimes, I get off on a pair of her silky blue hipsters. I breathe in at the crotch. I run my tongue over the seam and taste her there. Or I use her creme-colored lace-edged tap panties, which I love to watch her wear, but love even more to peel down her long, lean thighs. Occasionally, I dress myself up entirely in her naughty knickers, down to garters and stockings—but usually, it’s enough to simply surround myself with an outfit or two, turning the mattress into a display of fit for an underwear catalog, writhing around in all of her lingerie, basking in the sea of her scent and her seductive taste.

This is all I’ve done, all I’ve ever needed, that is until last night.

Jamie had plans to be out for the evening. As soon as I heard the front door close, I headed down to the bathroom. But this time, I found a surprise when I opened the hamper. Instead of her various clothing items strewn willy-nilly in the basket, they were neatly folded, with a red satin ribbon wrapping them up. I heard a noise behind me, and when I turned around, there was Jamie, waiting, a smile on her face. I didn’t know what to say...

“I think they’re your favorites,” she grinned.

My hand fluttered over the blue satin, the soft pink lace, the black see-through thong.

“Yeah,” I nodded. She was right.

“So take them out. Let me watch. I want to see what you do with them.”

“How—” I started.

“Just do it, baby. I want to see.”

Trembling, I brought the bound package of my treasured items to the bedroom. Then I stripped and started. Jamie stood across the room, watching. At first, I was extremely aware of her staring at me, and I felt a prickle run through my body at the thought of being on display. But then, I started to lose myself in the pleasure that always works through my body. I tuned everything out by the feel of the fabrics and the secret smell of Jamie’s own scent embedded into the fine lingerie. I didn’t even notice when she came closer and sat on the bed. Didn’t tune into her until she finally moved right next to me, and she took the pieces from me and slowly rubbed them over my body. Everywhere I wanted her to.

And when I came, I whispered, “I didn’t know you knew.”

I looked at Jamie, into her lavender-blue eyes, at her flushed pink cheeks, and I saw how close she was to coming herself. This was as exciting for her as it was for me—I realized that in a heartbeat—the she purred back at me, “Turned me on,” she said, “when I figured out what you were doing. It made me wet to know that my panties made you wet....”

I guess sometimes you really don’t know how another person feels...until you walk a mile—or fuck awhile—in their panties.

XXX,
Alison

P.S. Don't forget: Get 10% off any order at Yandy Lingerie. The coupon code is: alisontyler. At the moment, there is no expiration date!

Wish List Item #1

No, not the legs—the stockings. Crushed velvet thigh-high stockings. I am in lust. I know we're talking about panties, but I have to say, these are #1 on my list!

To see my #2 and #3 items, just click here and here. What's sexier than Ruffle Rhumba Hot Pants? In a word—not that much.

XXX,
Alison

Alison's Underwear

Donna's "story research" panty drawer made me want to take pictures of mine. I only wish I were a little more organized. You can see my blue wig, and corset, and pajamas... But how am I going to find space for all of the new panties I want to buy from Yandy?

I'm going to post my Yandy wish list in a little while.
XXX,
Alison

Donna's Panties

Donna George Storey says: Thank you for an interesting morning! A quick photo session and I have two different pics for you. The first needs no explanation, the second is my "story research" panty drawer.


The corset was used for research in "Fezziwig's Balls" (Naughty or Nice). The black Hello Kitty thong appears in "Just Words" (Best Women's Erotica 2007). The "Antique Blue Movies" video was an inspiration for such historical stories as "To Dance at the Fair" (Dirty Girls). The thigh-hi's appear in too many stories to name, but isn't it indicative of my orderly mind to have them arranged so neatly?

*****
If you want to see Donna in much more than her panties, help celebrate the release of her Neon novel, Amorous Woman, in the US. Donna will be reading at Booksmith in San Francisco (1644 Haight Street) on June 17 at 7pm where she will be joined by Liza Dalby, who was the only American to work as a geisha in Kyoto.

XXX,
Alison

P.S. How many other interesting mornings should I take credit for?

Raven has a stripper pole

Lady Raven says: So I'm being coy...sending only a small snippet of my stash of skivvies.

And while these aren't technically panties, I wondered if a pict of my stripper shorts and pole would suffice.



I've just been singing this all afternoon: "Raven has a stripper pole. Raven has a stripper pole." I'm a little disappointed, of course, that the photo is of the cute shorts minus what I'm quite sure is a cute Lady Raven, but I'll learn to live with my dismay. I'll simply drown my sorrows at Yandy!

XXX,
Alison

Naked Chicks on Alison's Site

Look! Isabel Kerr has been immortalized on Naked Chicks on Post-It Notes!


XXX,
Alison

P.S. Don't forget: Get 10% off any order at Yandy Lingerie. The coupon code is: alisontyler. At the moment, there is no expiration date!

Take Off Your Panties

...and buy some new ones!

I'm still watching the Panty Parade unfold—so please please please keep sending me more pictures of your awesome undies. But I wanted to share this lovely bit of news. On a whim, I wrote to Yandy Lingerie (one of my favorite sites), and told them how interested in knickers you all are. And they have deliciously agreed to give a coupon to my readers! This code will give visitors 10% off any order at Yandy Lingerie. The coupon code is: alisontyler. At the moment, there is no expiration date!

Go look at their Panties, Thongs, Lingerie, and G-Strings.

XXX,
Alison

P.S. This is not an advertisement—and I am not an affiliate. I do not get a kick-back from any sales, but (you know me) I would like to see which panties you buy!