Panty Party
What about people who are able to wear more than one bra size? If I were participating in a panty party along with my friends, they would have to look for either a 34D or 36C for me (which are both about the same cup volume anyway).
Panty Party
One of my sorority sisters is getting married in a few weeks (much love to my old dear Alpha Phi, and the warmest of congrats to Darcy and Peter!), which means we're sending her off in style this weekend with a raging bachelorette party. And guess what the theme is?
It's a panty party! I know, I know...the word "panties" is kind of creepy. But for the sake of alliteration (and, if I know my friend Lauren, who's throwing the party, for the sake of making everyone squirm!), this little shindig has been labeled a "panty party," where we'll all shower Darcy with fabulous lacy underthings she can wear on her Honeymoon and for years to come.
Have any of you girls ever been to a panty party? Did you have one for your own wedding shower or bachelorette party? And do you have any suggestions on what kind of undies I should bring the bride-to-be? Share!
The greatest thing about Panty Party is how crazy and insane it is. Because of its craziness, it makes for a great party game. When you are having a games night with some friends and enjoying a few beverages, it is a great addition to your party. The idea of playing as a pair of panties and destroying other evil panties is absolutely hilarious. If you are looking for a serious game to play, then I would say to steer clear of Panty Party. If you want to play something that is extremely silly and that makes no sense, then this will be the game for you.
Panty party ReviewPanty Party is an action shooter game that is filled with talking panties. The game is definitely as crazy as it sounds. It is very funny, and it is great as a party game, but it definitely has some issues. The issues mainly lie with the English subtitles being a complete mess. It is not a game to be taken too seriously, and it does have some good qualities, but I cannot ignore that it just makes no sense whatsoever.
Most bachelorette party games don't require much supplies, some slips of paper and writing utensils are all you need. If more formal games are your thing, party supply stores, Amazon, or anywhere that sells boardgames will have an adequate selection. Etsy is also a great source for personalized games to make the experience extra special."}},"@type": "Question","name": "What are some prizes for bachelorette party games?","acceptedAnswer": "@type": "Answer","text": "If you know the group well, you can easily tailor the bachelorette party prizes to their tastes. Some of our favorite options include a free drink at the bar, silly favors, or small self-care gift sets like candles. Bragging rights are also a timeless choice that never goes out of style."]}]}] 88 years of expert advice and inspiration, for every couple.
Most bachelorette party games don't require much supplies, some slips of paper and writing utensils are all you need. If more formal games are your thing, party supply stores, Amazon, or anywhere that sells boardgames will have an adequate selection. Etsy is also a great source for personalized games to make the experience extra special.
If you know the group well, you can easily tailor the bachelorette party prizes to their tastes. Some of our favorite options include a free drink at the bar, silly favors, or small self-care gift sets like candles. Bragging rights are also a timeless choice that never goes out of style.
?The Event: Members of your bride tribe will create custom panties in a fun, party environment. Add this unique experience to your Bachelorette weekend. Create matching panties for the big day or unique designs for yourself & friends.
"Let me show you." Carla replied, opening her laptop and clicking on a tab marked 'What Katie Did'. Turns out the website is dedicated to vintage inspired fashion and lingerie. They sell everything in a retro style from 1940s and 50s - dresses, sarongs, wraparounds, bustiers, skirts and corset tops to the kind of lingerie familiar to those appreciative of 1950s horror movies will be more than familiar with: waspie waist cinchers, bullet and retro bras, corsets and girdles, panty girdles and girdlettes, high waisted knickers and seamed stockings.
"Ooh, I like the sound of that," Carla said, in a voice that sounded both humorous and serious. I wondered if she'd been having fantasies about one or perhaps more than one of her hunky colleagues shagging her in her office. Couldn't blame her if she has, I thought. I know I have hardly been satisfying her recently. And I knew, having met most of them, that they were all better looking than me (and, surely, given my tiny four and a half inch cock, much more well endowed). Take Simon, for example, Carla's closest colleague...he's ridiculously good looking, married, but with a coterie of nurses desperate to bed him. Except he hasn't, because for ages he's had the hots for Carla. How do I know? Because I watched them dance a sultry tango at the last Christmas party (the spouses are always invited to these soirees, but few attend - apart from me and Quentin - a gorgeous looking 40 year old male nurse "I like to keep an eye on William" - his partner - he told me once). Anyway, back to the dance, Carla - clearly having had too much red wine - was gyrating her magnificent derriere into Simon's crotch. I was furious, but felt unable to say anything because my wife loves to dance and she knows I hate it. So what is she to do? Can't just sit and entertain me all night now, can she? I did nearly get up and separate them though when Simon started nibbling at Carla's neck and using his manly hands to fondle Carla's breasts in her low cut black cocktail dress. But everyone else was applauding and wolf whistling which only made Carla and Simon more lascivious. Their salacious contortions were on the brink of getting out of hand and I was determined to put a stop to it, especially when Simon started grabbing Carla's sexy ass, but fortunately the music stopped. Though that only caused a temporary halt in proceedings. Noticing the mistletoe, on an archway that led back to the bar, Simon saw this as an opportune moment to kiss my wife. I wouldn't have minded if it had been a peck on the cheek, but it was a full on snog with tongues and everything. I expected to fight him off, but she was just as lewd and actually spanked Simon's tushy on the way back to the table. Then lover boy, no shame or embarrassment on his face whatsoever - in fact he looked like the cat that got the cream - walked right over to me, shook my hand, patted me on the back, wished me a "Merry Christmas" and then had the audacity to say: "That's one hot wife you've got there, Dan." I nodded trying to look grateful, though I was simmering inside. But it got worse. Simon bent down and whispered to me: "Anytime you want to give her permission to let me fuck her, just give me a call. Remember, it's only sex mate, it's not love, it's pure unadulterated lust." And with that he strolled back to his chair without a care in the world. I was gobsmacked and too shocked to remonstrate with him. He must have balls of steel, I thought. And then, I surprised myself by thinking, maybe that's why Carla likes him so much.
But that was before Carla's Whitby idea. And looking at her in that delectable retro lingerie was making me recall that Christmas party and Simon's outrageous invitation. And that got me thinking about her other equally sexy colleagues - James, Richard, Joe and Scott. Scott's is so good looking he could have been a male model. And I know Carla fancies the pants off him and Simon and all her other male colleagues. If they could see her now, I thought.
I wasn't expecting this, but, obviously, given how sexy Carla looked in the retro lingerie, I was more than happy to play along...until, that is, I remembered a dream that I'd had about six months earlier. It was shortly after the Christmas party - so perhaps, subconsciously, that was still playing on my mind. It was a dream that had disturbed me, but also really, really, turned me on. So much so that every time I had a shower it washed over me again like a tsunami. And Carla noticed that I was in a quandary about whether to share the obscenity of what had happened in that dream.
"I went to work - it was a training day - and I was wearing a very short black leather skirt, yellow knickers and black stockings. I felt really horny. I was sat in a chair at the back of the conference hall applying some lip gloss and generally just checking my make up, when I felt two hands on my legs - one on my right, another on my left. It was James and Simon. You remember them, don't you, Dan, from the Christmas party?"
"How could I forget Simon and James? Sexy fucking hunks that wanted to get into your panties at the party. You danced the most erotic dance I've ever witnessed with Simon and kissed him under the mistletoe as passionately as you kiss me, and you kissed James in the same way just as we were leaving."
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