The Sort Of Women

The sort of women this might appeal to, I suppose we could say, are women who aren’t very ‘modest’ – for instance, if you’re in your thirties now, you might have been into the ‘no-pants’ craze a decade ago.
 
(That is what my erotic fiction is about, actually. And I’ve written quite a few articles about it. Here are a few:)
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A tour of the country

One year several years ago (well, it was 2017 actually) I went on a bit of a tour of the country (lasting almost the whole year altogether), spending weeks in a Hotel at one place, before moving on to the next, etc. I must have stayed in over 15 places, for instance Torquay and Bristol in the South West, Bournemouth and Reading in the South, Nottingham in the Midlands, and even York in the North. And I was pleased to discover that the ‘no-pants’ craze was happening just about everywhere, especially in the nightclubs. For some reason the only place it didn’t seem to be happening was Bristol – the girls seemed to still be wearing knickers there.
 
I even spent a few weeks in Scotland, mainly near Fife. And I was very pleased to see that the girls there were into the ‘no-pants’ craze. Of course, some of the men were wearing kilts, and as we all know about them – the men wearing kilts have been into the ‘no-pants’ craze for centuries (I believe). So it was both the men, and now the women – without any underwear.
 
One experience I remember, which was a bit comical, was in Paignton. I was in a pub which opened late on Fridays and Saturdays, and it was quite busy. I had noticed there 6 or 7 young women at least who were knickerless – they were just the ones I noticed, there were probably more. And I had seen one of these girls ‘showing everything’ several times. She was a very attractive, tall girl, with very dark hair, and she was wearing a denim skirt. And towards the end of the evening I saw her dancing with some bloke (it wasn’t a nightclub, it was a pub – but there was some dancing).
 
And I was watching these two dance, and then he grabbed her, and he obviously was going to lift her in the air (probably turning her upside down or something like that). And I saw her remonstrating to him with her arms, and then she urgently said something to him – and then he put her down. And it was clear to me that she must have said to him – “Don’t do that – I’ve got no panties on.”
 
And I must admit I found that very comical.

About a current craze

Sometimes it seems as if most of the national papers are being run by Mary Whitehouse’s granddaughter, or something like that – because they seem to have such ‘Victorian’ or puritanical attitudes. For instance, they were so fed up about the success of ‘Fifty Shades Of Grey’ that virtually all the columnists ‘got together’ (so it seemed) and decided that the best way to attack it was to call it ‘Mummy’s porn’.
 
And now, regarding this ‘sans culottes’ craze which is running rampant: very little is mentioned about it at all (directly). But presumably thinking that to continually recommend ‘the reverse’ could have some effect, there are quite a few articles recommending ‘big knickers’ – with as much flesh covered up as possible. And it certainly seems to have caught on with Marks and Spencers’ bosses at any rate – when I visited some of their stores recently (during my many trips around my county and beyond), in each of them there were loads of posters advertising ‘big knickers’ in the Ladies department. [BUT (even more recently) M & S seem to have more or less given up on knickers altogether – in their lingerie department there were hardly any – though there were loads of bras.]
 
* Mary Whitehouse was a prominent anti-porn campaigner back in about the 1970’s.

A fairly typical night in Wetherspoons (recently)

Quite recently, I was in Wetherspoons (the town shall remain nameless), and there was a young woman near me who had her skirt literally up round her waist, and she had no panties on. So she was showing everything - depending on what angle you were to her. She was with a group of friends, some men and some women.
 
As it happened, I was not at the best angle to see all that much really, so I changed chairs to get a better view.
 
I enjoyed this better view for several minutes, but then a couple of men from the group (one of whom might have been her boyfriend), pulled their chairs up by me (sitting between me and the young woman, spoiling my view in the process), and they proceeded to lecture me – why what I did was wrong.
 
I said “Yeah, but you can’t blame me for having a bit of a look, can you? – I’m not gay, you know.” One of the men said “Yeah, but you shouldn’t actually change chairs to do so, should you?” And so it went on.

These are the days

(This article was written in about 2016 – in fact most of the non-fiction articles about the ‘no-pants’ craze were written in the last decade.)
 
In the towns that I visit (I visit most of the towns in my county – and a bit beyond), on a sunny day in the summer, there are such a lot of ‘sights to behold’, whilst this ‘no-pants’ craze carries on.
 
For instance, sitting outside a café or coffee shop for the morning or afternoon, when the town centre is busy (like on a Saturday) you can almost guarantee to see at least a dozen bare bums of attractive young women (and sometimes the other side too), who are following the fashion of going pantieless, and perhaps wearing light, summer frocks. Just like when I used to go sailing, it is best if there is a bit of a breeze.
 
(I have rarely missed a Saturday in the summer months doing this, for the past 8 years – since roughly when the ‘no-pants’ craze started, except when it’s pouring with rain.)

Playfully lifting up a skirt

It is true that if I had the choice of sitting near a group of men, or a group of attractive young women (in a pub), I would choose to sit near the women – and ‘see what gives’, and sometimes, quite often actually, something did.
 
It was frequently the case that just a few, or even maybe only one, out of a group of young women would be knickerless. And often the girls would be joking about this. If I was near enough, I could even hear their banter (about it). And quite frequently one of the girls would playfully lift up the skirt of the knickerless one (as a bit of a joke), so that for a few seconds there was, shall we say, a great view. Of course, I enjoyed this tremendously. It was far better than watching TV (indoors).

How things have changed

When I was young I worked for an engineering company and therefore there were far more men than women working there. We used to have parties to go to about twice a month on a Saturday, but there were always about 5 times as many men as there were women. But in the pubs there were lots of women, and these pubs were busy every night.
 
These days (in my home town anyway) in the pubs things have deteriorated so much. They are only busy on Friday and Saturday nights now, and then often only after 10. Nearly everyone stays indoors till then. And though, for a couple of hours anyway, they are very busy, they are just like those parties when I worked for the engineering company – about 5 times as many men as there are women. Goodness knows what all the young women do these days.
 
But my mother, who is in her eighties, has a care worker a couple of times a day, and a lot of them are young women. And they talk to my Mum about their relationships, and – what I was amazed to hear – it seems that nearly all of them meet their boyfriends online these days. So maybe that explains a lot.
 
One thing has changed for the better, though. These days quite a lot of young women go out on a Friday or Saturday night without any knickers on. You don’t even have to be particularly observant to notice it. 3 or 4 times a night (typically) it will happen - girl in a short skirt will cross or uncross her legs 4 or 5 feet in front of you, and there she all is. She probably knows you have just seen what she’s made of, but doesn’t bat an eyelid.
 
That never ever happened to me when I was in my twenties.

It’s so easy

I really don’t know if young women know what they’re doing. It’s so easy, and so common, to see an ‘ordinary’ young woman’s fanny, it’s really unbelievable. It happened yesterday, for instance. I noticed a young woman in quite a short dress sitting in a café with her legs a bit apart. (She was with her boyfriend actually.) I bought myself a drink and sat at the empty table near them. They sat there for about 20 minutes, drinking their tea, but actually I didn’t quite get to see her fanny – almost, but not quite. But sure enough, as they got up to leave, she opened her legs out and I got to see her fanny – she had no knickers on.
And it really is as easy as that these days. Even though the ‘no-pants’ craze is technically ‘over’ (it’s now 2026), I would say at least half of women who wear a skirt or dress don’t bother with knickers, especially if the weather is quite good. And they nearly all don’t seem to be very careful with their legs, as they get out of their seat if they have been sitting down.
It’s so, so different from when I was a young man. Then, unless you had a girlfriend, you just didn’t get to see fanny at all. (I’m not complaining, mind you – I far prefer it as it is now. I’m just a bit surprised, that’s all.)

PS Did you enjoy those few ‘no-pants’ articles? I have written some erotic fiction, which is largely about the ‘no-pants’ craze of the 2010s. Look up ‘Chris Burnell’ on Amazon / Books. In fact I’ll do better than that. Have your first book on it FREE. No need to pay the (usual) £9. Simply email: gcburnell20@gmail.com (quoting ‘Free LL book’) and we’ll send you it (it’s over 200 pages, by the way). [We’ll need your address, of course. UK only.]