Panty Smell Novels & Stories

I reply, "like, have you smelt and erm.. tasted your own?" Now she looks really embarrassed.. "Yes," she breathes "And..." I wait, am I really going to admit to this? "I sniff my arse" "What the fuck?" She says "doesn't that smell of shit?" "NO!" I exclaim probably too forcefully - and explain that expensive perfume used to be made of beaver arse glands "Noooo! So, what's it like? Arse?" I tell her, it's kind of musky, earthy She stands up, and I think she's so disgusted she's going to leave. But instead she snakes her hand down her shorts, at the back.

She put the panties up to her nose and took in a deep breath, filling her nostrils with the heady scent of Elena's womanhood. Marie loved that smell, granted she liked the smell of most women, but Elena's was slightly sweeter than most. Less sharp than most, and it had a deeper musk that sent chills down Marie's spine and left a very warm glow in her own center. She could feel herself growing damp just from that first sniff. Oh, why do I do this to myself? She took one more deep breath of Elena's panties, shuddered with a mini-orgasm, and then threw them into the washer.

Susan wore simple cotton panties, white and virginal, a stark contrast to the raw desire that now consumed her. Kayla’s fingers, hot and insistent, hooked into the waistband of Susan’s panties, pulling them down slowly, deliberately. Susan watched, mesmerized, as the fabric slid down her thighs, revealing the dark, moist triangle between her legs. A sweet, musky scent, uniquely female, filled the air. “God, you’re already so wet for me, aren’t you?” Kayla’s voice was a low growl, her eyes devouring the sight. She leaned in, her nose brushing against Susan’s pussy, inhaling deeply. “Mmm, smells so good. So sweet.”

No sooner had he set his eyes to work, than he saw her pantie and bent to pick it with his other hand. Caring is not about being called a pervert or not... He placed Alexa's pantie nearer to his nose and inhaled the scent from the deepest part of her. His lips curved into a smile. Her scent was so heavenly, that he wondered if she usually dipped a strawberry into her p*ssy to give it the scent it had. But there was something he didn't like... Her pantie was of lesser quality and so was her bra. Though it was probably harsh to throw out the other undies, remembering their quality made him give himself a high five for throwing them out.

“I want you to enjoy this.” He said with a bright smile and I nodded, wondering if I actually wanted this. He slowly pulled of my stretchy jeans, revealing my pink lacy panties. “So cute.” He rasped and placed a kiss right on the band. I waited in anticipation as he took off my panties and pried my legs apart. “Fuck, you smell like strawberries in spring.” He whispered, staring at my bare vagina. “It’s from my pussy wash.” I muttered, shifting a little as I blushed from his hard stare.

His face moved over the thin, silky fabric of my panties, until his mouth was just over my sex, his chin rested between my thighs, and I held my breath all over again. You know, if you spend the entire night holding your breath, you wont enjoy this. I wanted to protest, to tell him I would, but I couldnt concentrate on not moving and breathe properly when he teased me like that. Was he going to touch me down there? Id seen it on videos, but was it really good? Did men really like it? I mean, there was a smell there, not unpleasant, but different. Would he like the way I smelled? Tasted? He was experienced, so I was sure he knew the details of a womans body, but would I be right in that depar

smooth guy. We all got dressed. Tanner left the room first. As I came out, Mr. K. came out of his room wearing these sexy loose pants and a linen shirt. He held up a finger. I paused, letting Tanner go down the stairs. Mr. K reached out and dropped my wet panties into my hand. I reacted without thinking and pressed them to my face. They smelled strong. My orgasm and the smell of cum. I looked at Mr. K with wide eyes. He just smiled and walked down the stairs. I went back and put those panties in the bottom of my backpack. I may never wash them.

I tell her. “Yeah? I don't think they'd fit you.” she teases. I take a whiff of them, stunning her into a blushing expression. The scent of her panties sets fire to my skin. “But they'll look very good on you pretty boy.”

“Fuck, it smells good on you. I always wondered; I just couldn’t catch the smell,” “I like the smell too,” I admitted shyly. “You don’t think it’s too…feminine?” I hate how desperate I sound for his approval. I don’t want him to think I’m being weird or anything. I mean, he had a chance with the panties, but who knows? I bet he’d lose it when he hears I like stuffies. I shudder at the thought and banish it immediately.

Rummaging through the drawers, I found that he even folded them to neat, small squares in a very organized manner. The blush I feel on my cheeks grew intense when I saw the dominant color of my panties. Pink. Without hesitation, I marched my way downstairs feeling smoke steaming out of my nose and ears. God, I feel so embarrassed. But then I came to a complete halt when the most heavenly smell wafted its way to my nose. My stomach growled, or was it my wolf? I'm not sure, but what I do know is my mouth is watering right now. I inhaled it, and the next thing I know I was floating to the direction of that delicious smell. Only to find myself in a modern, high-tech kitchen.