Sniff My Panties!!: Naughty Girls Do

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Sure, you may get a few to admit it over the anonymous cover of the internet. But are you really going to go up to your buddy and say: “Man, I was sniffing some awesome panties last night. It was great!” Now before you start thinking I’m some pervert who likes the smell of panties, let me explain that I do not get any type of perverse pleasure out of this; that it is, in fact, rather gross; and I am not an equal opportunity panty sniffer. I do not sniff my husband’s boxer briefs or my momderwear, because there are visual signs delineating clean or dirty. I’ll just leave it at that. I don’t smell my son’s underwear either because he’s pretty good at keeping the laundry separated from the clean pile. I told him to stay there and finish whatever he wanted just to clean up after himself, to place the pads in the can, and then to put the panties in the hamper. Then I left. But what about all of you out there! How many of you have the courage to confess your membership in this club? What other embarrassing things have you done in front of family and friends that left you horrified? Come on – out with it! I walked over to her bed, ignoring the other piles of clothing, and stopped in front of the panties. Something was stirring in me that I had never felt before. I had never been excited about a woman's undergarments before, giving them about as much attention as I give my own. But the thought of touching and smelling something that touches my own sister's cunt became very exciting to me suddenly.

After graduating from high school with a mediocre GPA, I embarked on a mediocre college career. Six years and countless "incompletes" later, a college graduate was born. Not only that, but a high school French teacher was born. My interest in learning the French language came about after I found out Gerard Depardieu was a "sex symbol" in France. I figured if he could be desirable to women, why not me? I just needed to have some knowledge of the language so I could say sexy French words to sexy French women. How I ended up with a teaching degree, I am still not sure. Recently a friend of my eldest daughter (14) came to stay with us for a week and perhaps because of my perversion i suggested they have their own washing hamper for the duration of the visit. I made sure he did not have the remote nearby, so he had no choice but to place his hand somewhere on me. He chose my knee. After the first two weeks of my new life, something happened to me that hadn't happened to me since I was fourteen. I had a wet dream; and I awoke immediately. Having been nearly ten years since I experienced that specific sensation previously, I, of course, thought that I had pissed myself. My first thoughts centered on the possibility of a life spent in diapers. I thought it was the beginning of incontinence dominating my lifestyle. Then, my hand braved the long journey to my underwear to survey the extent of the damage. As I touched my underwear, I knew immediately what had really happened and thanked God I wasn't going to be in diapers quite yet. A very sexy and confident woman is one that knows this and is happy to use here vagina scent to be the temptress that all women are capable of being.In 2008, I had to take a job as a janitor. I never knew about the benefits of this job. Not long into the job, I found one of these benefits. I hugged him too, when he did something for me, when I’d done something that made him proud or just because. Well, once you became a teenager, you made it quite clear to me that you didn’t like hugs and kisses anymore.” My dad explained. “Though if you’re naughty enough, I might still spank you.” He teased. I remember sitting on your lap all the time when I was little. I wanted to see if I could still fit.” I explained. Step #2 to selling used underwear online: connect with potential buyers. Begin to connect with your potential clients. Identify the kind of clients whom you may share similarities in terms of tastes in color, design, material, etc. of the underwear. Initiate chat-based communication with them. That way you get to know willing buyers. Chat can be done through the online chat platform or by private messaging.

Pa-Pa sent someone over alright. When I returned home later that day, I noticed I had a message on my answering machine. It was Tim, my Pesky Brother-in-Law. "Hi, Ree, " the message said. "Pa-Pa called to tell me your toilet was broken, so I swung by and took a look at it while you were gone. It’s fine—the chain had just fallen off and I fixed it; just wanted you to know." This is what I decided to change. I kissed my father again, just like I used to when I was little. I kissed him before I went to bed, when I was about to leave or when he said something nice about me. In fact, I’m betting some of you are panty sniffers and don’t even realize it; it’s one of those ingrained mother habits like cleaning your child’s face with your spit, or using your shirt to wipe a boogery nose. And while smelling underwear is a good way to determine cleanliness, I wouldn’t recommend doing it at a dinner party or in mixed company if the host should happen to return a pair of underwear to you. Assume the underwear is clean and do the sniffing at home. And then there’s that. Sniffing the panty crotch implied I was concerned she was returning dirty underwear. Did I assume she didn’t wash them? What kind of friend did I think she was?Sitting on the toilet, I smothered Holly's panties into my face with my left hand as I ferociously jerked myself off with my right hand. I again breathed in her smell. I felt like an animal. Nothing had ever turned me on so much before. I started panting, tiring from the excitement. After a few minutes, I came. Cum splattered on the wall five feet away from where I was seated on the toilet. Oh no what about pee. Well most women are very particular about wiping with a tissue so it good hygiene. I’m fortunate to live on a street where I have many close friends. We barbeque, share recipes, go walking on early weekend mornings, and have play dates. I like to think of living on this street as my own version of Wisteria Lane without the dysfunction, destruction and death! The company did work at a health clinic and an office among other buildings. In the women's bathrooms, they have these receptacles for used tampons and pads so they don't get flushed and plug the pipes. I had to change the bags that go in the receptacles if they have anything in them. My first time doing this, I got curious and sniffed the used pad that was in there. My heart rate sped up and I was instantly hard! The smell on it was a bit acrid but sweet and flowery at the same time. I came in seconds, and decided to keep the used pad. I kept all that showed up during her cycle over the next few days. So we are both hanging out at her house, waiting to go do something, and she had to leave to go do something. Maybe run up to the store or possibly mowing the lawn, I can’t remember, I just remember she was gone for something like 10 - 20 minutes. I was basically just wandering around her den looking at some of the books that the family had (I wasn’t ‘invading’ or anything, it was basically the room we had been hanging out in). My friend tells me that he has to go to bathroom. Nothing unusual.

I make my 12yo and 13yo stepdaughters wear the same ** for the days. Those lovely white cotton ones, just plain but absorbent. After three days of use (they sleep in them too), they're lovely and stained. I collect them on the third morning after they've showered and left them lying on the bathroom floor. We often forget that basically we are animal. During arousal and sex smell is supposed to Bea heightened sense. We have been told and taught by the pharmaceutical compared that odour that our bodies make is unwanted and dirty. I’m either 18 or 19, just out of high-school (so maybe 15 years ago), and my friend was a year younger than me. We had both had a class together a year earlier with a female friend of ours. At the time, she was one of my closest friends and he had a major thing for her. If I recall correctly, she knew about it. The jury is still out on whether or not my friends think I’ve lost it. Don’t get me wrong, I still like to think we live on Wisteria Lane, but my dysfunction has been “outed.” I’m definitely a Desperate Housewife now – and my ‘dirty’ laundry has been aired for all to see!

Our prank has even made the national press and Radio!

I blushed, he must’ve thought I was upset for how close he had placed his hand. “It’s okay.” I said. “It was a suggestion.” Whenever I do my laundry, I fold my clothes straight out of thedryerto avoid wrinkling and if I wait I probably wont fold them so it's just convenient. Sometimes I'm busy and I don't put themaway right away. For the past 6 or so months I've noticed that when I go to put them away some of my underwear are missing but I thought nothing of it (maybe I didn't wash them? Maybe dryer ate them? Maybe in hubbies nightstand? lol) until a month ago I washed almost all of my underwear at the same time and out of about 15-20 pairs only 3 of them were there. I was forced to go buy new underwear when I had just bought brand new ones. Well my mom in law is cleaning out my nephews' room(me and DH live with his parents and 3 nephews, oldest, david, is 12) While wiping my cum off the wall with toilet paper, I realized that this had been the third time I had ejaculated in the last several hours. And I became very pleased with myself. After flushing the DNA evidence down the toilet, I took a shower, metaphorically washing my sins away. Ten-year-old daughter enters the picture, and like most ten year olds, leaves a trail of clothes, dirty and clean, behind her and on the floor and hanging out of the laundry hamper, and on most days there are in fact, more clothes on the floor than in her closet.

It's quite strange actually. My story, that is. I grew up in a relatively normal home in small town Northwest America. My parents never divorced and my older brothers used to beat me up. I lost my virginity when I was seventeen. Nothing in my life was too out of the ordinary. But now some things are definitely quite out of the ordinary. didn’t seem an option at the time. I kinda felt I’d gone too far, that last week of summer. Yet I still longed for his touch. So, what’s mediocre mom to do when it’s time to wash laundry? Or when the kids complain they are out of panties, but you know they can’t be out of panties because three days ago you washed two loads of panties and where the hell are they? A few weeks ago, I went to my neighbor’s house to gather my daughter who was over for a play date. As per our usual routine, I stepped inside and chatted with my friends (I’ll call them Mr. and Mrs. Dee) before heading out with my daughter, when Mrs. Dee returned some clothes her daughter had worn home after a recent accident at our house, which included a pair of white panties.I will do whatever is within my power to ensure that Tim will never again see the inverted crotch of my underwear. If I have to lie, steal, cheat, or kill…as God is my witness, I’ll never let Tim see my underwear again. He did not say anything about this either, except that I ‘seemed happier’ those days. Perhaps I was, but he was mixing up cause and effect. Knowing Tim saw the inverted crotch of my underwear has not in any way contributed to my level of happiness over the past eight years.