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I have never been asked by a woman to wear her panties. If asked, I suppose I would do so, provide I could wedge myself into them. But my wife doesn't seem to be the sort who would find that anything but hilarious.
That said, the first girl I ever lived with, long term, was only a size or two smaller than I was (I myself was substantially smaller then than I am now), so occasionally, if I was about to run to work and had run out of underwear, I would snag a pair of her panties and wear those. It was never a big sexual thing with us, although she found it amusing, and vaguely erotic, and sometimes, if they were silky, I found it a little fun in a "have some naughty moments" kind of way.
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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