i have a drawerful of expensive, sexy underwear. i get it from the guys who come to my house for sex. they may have gotten it out of nostalgia for a time when the international male catalogue was the only porn available.
in my sunlight existence i will give conde' nast his due. silk boxers caressing the cockhead, taint and outer anus can give the day a wonderful, secretly sensuous air. also cuts down on the need for frequent drycleaning.
but at night when i am truly alive, seeking out fucker or fuckee, i render unto priapus. for that, immediate, unimpeded access to the pleasures in my pants is not only appropriate, it's necessary.