Back in 1938, this magical stuff, the body candy that we know as Nylon Tricot, came into the realm of public consumption. Aside from a Four-Year hiatus, during that big kerfuffle known as World War Two, it's been with us almost Seventy-Five Years, as of this writing. I have no idea what pre-war NT (Nylon Tricot) was like, but, post-war to the mid-1970's, clearly was the Golden Age of NT.
There may yet very well be soon, if not right now, some fashion industry arbiters, who want to--Heaven forbid--phase out NT, in favor of some newfangled family of fabrics, of unknown, untested quality. That could be cause for alarm, amongst our community. But, then again, 2038's still a little ways off, with at least a magnificent One-Hundred-Year run, for NT.
There already is a third generation of fabrics, considered "alternatives" to NT, used in all genders' undies, and some of the mavens are fools, for considering these superior in any way to NT--the same crowd who, if the sacral triangle of a thong exceeds a certain sq. cm. in fabric areal coverage, why then it's a "Grannie Panty"!!
With that in mind, some of you younger pantiephreaks may not have had the priveledged level and length of exposure to NT, as us older guys have had. And it makes for some very golden memories for us, with a few more years of golden memories yet to cum. We feel a bit sorry for you youngsters, and would like to educate you, about NT, any primo Tricots, for that matter, wherever we can. Our pantieboy sons and grandsons may never know of this nirvana, so sad.
And, so, with all of this being said, are you stockpiling your pantie caches, against an uncertain future; or are you at the least, feeling more of an urgency to do so?
Perhaps in the future, some whiz-kid will cum up with a fabric, that feels, looks, and acts every bit like the fine-deniered NT's of today, and the Golden Age, but with a difference. This will be a nano-technologically intelligent Tricot-inspired knit, that reads your mind. If you're horny, randy, whatever, the fabric begins responding, by compressing, rippleing, trembling, vibrating, and pressing hard, upon all your errogenous zones, and making faint, vaguely lusty sounds. And you look at yourself, and yourself in the mirror, and these are definitely alive. An unseen and non-existant wind, unseen "hands" are powering them along in a psychotic phantasmagoria of blurry ripples, and these nano-technology panties, slippie, or nightie, will not leave you alone, 'til you've cummed, cummed, and cummed again!! And you can remain perfectly still, while your live panties do all the "work" for you.
-- Edited by Breeziestroke on Saturday 27th of August 2011 02:37:59 AM
I've just finished skimming through the latest TIME magazine (28 November, 2011; page 70), with the theme being Inventions. A young German chemist, Anke Domaske has synthesized a fibre from the whey of sour milk! The claim attached to this, is that it's extremely supple and tensile, and that it has a hand about it that approaches that of silk.
If--and it's a big "if"--undies made of the stuff cum off successfully, in the liberal tailorings that much of here at PFM favor, why, it could give a new definition, to "creaming one's jeans"!
Judgeing from a lot of the [progressive] pie-in-the-sky pap 'n' pablum that TIME foists upon us, it may take about Five years before this stuff becomes widely available, at prices that most of us can afford.
As with us being fanatical fans of assorted fine and choice Tricots, and being skeptical about anything else, I may yet experiment with the stuff, provided it's served up as suitable lingerie and undie-wares.
It's being touted as a better alternative than others, for those who suffer allergies. Yet I wonder if those with Lactose Intolerance, may yet break out into rashes, wearing this stuff??
Then, too, this is going to cause consternation and confabulation, in the Green Meanie camp--one faction cheering about the reduction of crop agriculture, and the other camp pooh-poohing (Pun definitely intended!) the increase of cow farts, piss, and s-hit.
As an aside, if there is anyone out there, who's a Textile Professional, with Academic Bonafides, I'd like them to tell us this: I'd like to know, with the finer, longer-fibred superior grades of Cotton, whether or not it's feasible, possible, to specially fabricate, then knit those yarns into a serviceable Tricot, as with Rayon(Viscose), Acetate(Trilocel Celanese), and-or Nylon(Polyamide)?
Hmm, pasteurized and homogenized undies!!!!
-- Edited by Breeziestroke on Monday 28th of November 2011 01:38:10 AM
Back in 1938, this magical stuff, the body candy that we know as Nylon Tricot, came into the realm of public consumption. Aside from a Four-Year hiatus, during that big kerfuffle known as World War Two, it's been with us almost Seventy-Five Years, as of this writing. I have no idea what pre-war NT (Nylon Tricot) was like, but, post-war to the mid-1970's, clearly was the Golden Age of NT.
There may yet very well be soon, if not right now, some fashion industry arbiters, who want to--Heaven forbid--phase out NT, in favor of some newfangled family of fabrics, of unknown, untested quality. That could be cause for alarm, amongst our community. But, then again, 2038's still a little ways off, with at least a magnificent One-Hundred-Year run, for NT.
There already is a third generation of fabrics, considered "alternatives" to NT, used in all genders' undies, and some of the mavens are fools, for considering these superior in any way to NT--the same crowd who, if the sacral triangle of a thong exceeds a certain sq. cm. in fabric areal coverage, why then it's a "Grannie Panty"!!
With that in mind, some of you younger pantiephreaks may not have had the priveledged level and length of exposure to NT, as us older guys have had. And it makes for some very golden memories for us, with a few more years of golden memories yet to cum. We feel a bit sorry for you youngsters, and would like to educate you, about NT, any primo Tricots, for that matter, wherever we can. Our pantieboy sons and grandsons may never know of this nirvana, so sad.
And, so, with all of this being said, are you stockpiling your pantie caches, against an uncertain future; or are you at the least, feeling more of an urgency to do so?
Perhaps in the future, some whiz-kid will cum up with a fabric, that feels, looks, and acts every bit like the fine-deniered NT's of today, and the Golden Age, but with a difference. This will be a nano-technologically intelligent Tricot-inspired knit, that reads your mind. If you're horny, randy, whatever, the fabric begins responding, by compressing, rippleing, trembling, vibrating, and pressing hard, upon all your errogenous zones, and making faint, vaguely lusty sounds. And you look at yourself, and yourself in the mirror, and these are definitely alive. An unseen and non-existant wind, unseen "hands" are powering them along in a psychotic phantasmagoria of blurry ripples, and these nano-technology panties, slippie, or nightie, will not leave you alone, 'til you've cummed, cummed, and cummed again!! And you can remain perfectly still, while your live panties do all the "work" for you.
-- Edited by Breeziestroke on Saturday 27th of August 2011 02:37:59 AM
