Here's a thought: What about sharing our most intense panty shopping experiences? I have had some with my wife, when she is "in the mood" and willing to indulge me. I have a real thing for panty shopping. Just being in the lingerie department gets me excited. I have this thing about a combination of arousal and embarassment that triggers something from long ago; being a boy and shopping with my Mom while she browsed and bought clothes for herself including lingering in the Intimate Apparel section. Then, I guess this excitement was enhanced by my own "fantasy shopping" in the Sears and Penney's catalogs that would come to the house.
Here's my most intesne true panty shopping story: (I do feel guilty about this, but there was no sex involved.) I was going to be out of town for work for a week in a city far from where I live. I made contact with a ProDomme and we communicated back and forth by email about her taking me shopping for panties and making it obvious that they were for me. She agreed, I met her at a mall. She told me where to be standing waiting for her and had told me to be wearing a thong. I paid her for 3 hours time. We first sat and talked and she asked questions about what I wanted. She agreed to a plan that she would take me into various stores, say that I was her husband and she was tired of me putting on her panties and tearing them or stretching them out, so it was time for me to have my own. We went into several stores, from VS to department stores. She held panties up to me, made loud comments about "teaching me a lesson" and things of that sort. When salesladies approached, she would straightforwardly say that "her husband" needed some panties, or needed a panty girdle, or needed a bra, etc. She was a wonderful actress, and enjoyed some chuckles with salesladies who (most of them) seemed to enjoy finding things for me. If the saleslady engaged with her, she went into embarassing detail of why and what. If they seemed distant or uninterested, she backed off. I bought panties, a couple girdles, stockings, a couple bras, stopped by a cosmetics counter where she told the story to the beautiful girl at the counter as I stood nearby holding a VS bag, and then she picked a sample perfume and sprayed it on me.
All in all, this played out a fantasy I'd had for years; to be brought shopping and for it to be openly discussed amongst the women that I was being outfitted with women's underthings. Mid-way through the time together, she had me go to a men's room and change into a bra and panty set, and bring her the "old" panties I had been wearing in the barg to show her that I'd changed. She put her hand on my back and laughed as she felt the bra straps. That was the only physical contact we had.
At the end, we sat down for coffee, she discussed what we'd done, asked me if it met my fantasy, I thanked her, we shook hands and parted.
This was about 15 years ago. I do feel guilty about it. On the other hand, I treasure having had this experience. Wish it was with my wife. Would I do it again? Hmmm? Well, I haven't, but I've thought about it often. nancy