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Introduction
You’ve been traveling through the woods so long you’ve begun wondering if the trees have been amassing armies in the north for some malevolent, woody purpose. The forest finally gives way to a small city comprised of buildings that look like they were leftover from other metropolises thrown together in a hodge podge in lands beyond the middle of nowhere. Who the devil lives out here? Right. Minty. Minty and the militant tree revolutionaries (six hours in a forest does things to your brain if you’re not ready for it).
The drive through downtown is so short you might’ve missed if you blinked. You still manage to pass no fewer than three coffee shops, two microbreweries and a nightclub, go figure. Crossing over a river on a big blue bridge and a few more minutes of travel brings you to a large wooden cabin nestled in the trees. Warm golden lights spills from the windows out into the night and smoke rises from the chimney. There is no landscaping to speak of, the property has been given over to the trees to care for. Though there are signs there may have once been a lawn, it has been converted to forest floor.
Opening the door brings you straight into the cabin. The ground level is an open floor plan with the kitchen, dining, and living rooms spilling into each other. The entire room is made of warm, honey colored wood that looks like it was attacked by a mad carver. What little wall space there is not being taken up by decorative woodwork is crowded with bookshelves overflowing with volumes and artwork ranging from oil paintings of swans (The Swan of Tuonela by Joyce Koskenmaki) to charcoal sketches of n***s (Andee's Meditation by Greg Green).
There’s a fire going in a hearth just off from the center of the room surrounded by couches and chairs. Baskets, trays and plates are everywhere piled with confections and baked goods. The smell of cookies, cedar and hot chocolate mingle in the air. You’d almost believed you’d stumbled into the realm of the god of grandmothers if not for the young blonde woman in the kitchen stirring a vat of cocoa in her underwear.
“Hi! I’m so glad you could make it! You can just put your coat anywhere. Help yourself to anything you like! I started a fire in the sauna out back a few minutes ago if you’re so inclined, there’s a fresh stack of towels by the door. The bedrooms are all upstairs, I don’t have enough beds for everyone, but I didn’t think people would mind sharing.” Minty says with a smile and a wink, “Welcome to the lingerie party and my home.”
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Dress Code
Dress Code
Pants off people! I wanna see you in your skivvies. Can’t afford underwear? Well, I’m your Fairy Godmother of Panties, just quote me and fill this out:
Quote:
Username: (Your username)
Preferred Underwear: (Slip, boxers, bra, panties, briefs, boxer briefs, whitie tighties, etc)
Color: (Color of Knickers you’d like)
Preferred Underwear: (Slip, boxers, bra, panties, briefs, boxer briefs, whitie tighties, etc)
Color: (Color of Knickers you’d like)
You can also just say “Minty’s Choice” and I’ll send you whatever I think is sexy at the moment (this will probably be either the best or worst idea you’ll ever have).
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Door Prizes
Door Prizes
Everyone who posts in Minty’s Marvelous Lingerie Party will be entered to win one of three door prizes:
1st Pick: Angelic Lace
2nd Pick: Sexy Present
3rd Pick: Grace of Aphrodite
2nd Pick: Sexy Present
3rd Pick: Grace of Aphrodite
Drawing will take place Sunday November 11th, you don't not need to be present to win.
