Sniff My Panties!!: Naughty Girls Do

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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? No, I perform this (not so secret anymore) act on the tiny girl panties because there aren’t visual signs of dirtiness, and more importantly, I hate doing laundry and I hate washing clean clothes even more. When I sat on his lap, his touch inched ever closer, until his warm hand covered the soft skin of my inner thigh and his thumb brushed the edge of my panties.

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.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. 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!” He got very embarrassed and was I, and eventually he just blurted out that he really liked me, always had and thought I was the sexiest woman on the planet. 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! 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.

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. I remember sitting on your lap all the time when I was little. I wanted to see if I could still fit.” I explained. 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.

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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) We weren’t very physical at the time. We did not hug or kiss. I don’t think we ever touched unless accidentally. 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. 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. All of my friends were long gone from this God- forsaken town, but I did not mind. I didn't have to work for a while yet, so I would stay up late watching TV or videos or playing my newly relocated PlayStation. After sleeping past noon, I would wake up and read some comic books, take a shower and then start my routine over again. I got along very well with my family, but we pretty much left each other alone when we were together. Pleasantries would be exchanged and then we would move on to our own business.

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. His other arm he wrapped around me, lower when I was wearing a bra but no t-shirt; but when my bare breasts were hidden behind a bulky shirt, he got high enough so that I could feel his arm brush up against them. I hugged him too, when he did something for me, when I’d done something that made him proud or just because.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! What I said was true though, those past few weeks, all those interactions had been initiated by me, not him. 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! 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.

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. 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. For the next two weeks, my routine was exactly the same. First, I would wake up. Second, I would find my sister's panties from the previous day. Third, fourth, fifth, sixth and, sometimes, seventh, I would masturbate while tasting and smelling and dancing around with my sister's panties covering my face. It was a wonderful life. Then my sister left for college and, likewise, so did her panties. 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.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.