Smell Panties Novels & Stories

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.

Luca slipped them down over my feet. He brought the panties to his nose, inhaling deeply. “Still my favorite, fucking smell.” Luca tucked my panties into his pocket. He turned as if he were headed upstairs and I started to follow him. But then he turned around, looking at me with that same, dark, hungry look that made my legs clench together as wetness pooled in between my thighs. “L-l-luca?” I stammered.

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

I hear him growl again fully expecting him to come up behind me. When he does not, I slowly stand and turn kicking my panties towards him. He catches them and takes them to his nose inhaling my scent. I am red by this point, wanting to be desirable but still having some self-doubt. Carleton inhales my scent, before putting the panties in his pocket and going back to cupping himself.

" I don't understand, Adam, you call me that one to talk about a handkerchief and offend my sense of smell? Is that what I deserve after a week of unconditional support?" Adam runs his hand across his face and takes a deep breath, surely looking for a little willpower to not lose his temper. " Don't start with your dramas, Amelia! Smell that damn handkerchief and explain to me what's going on, because otherwise I'll find out for myself! " Amelia dare not disobey, but neither does she utter a single word about the smell, for the simple fact that she does not recognize the scents present in the fabric, at best she knows only that of the almond trees.

Hell, I hadn’t been able to stop it since the second I’d laid eyes on her, and knew she had to be mine, come hell or high water. I’d gone into her room that day and just inhaled the scent of her. The whole fucking room smelled like strawberry body wash, vanilla scented candles, and eighteen year old pussy. I’d groaned, filling my nostrils with the sweet candy smell of her. I’d gone to her bed and buried my face in her pillow, my fucking heart beating out of my chest as I’d breathed her in. I’d gone to her dresser, and opened the middle drawer, where I knew she kept her panties. I’d growled, running my hands over her tiny little panties, and feeling the silk and lace tease over my fingertips.

Colt's POV Immediately I finished dressing up to head to the office, my gaze caught sight of the panties peeking out of my previous pants. My heart skipped as my nose wrinkled and I inhaled the air. One breath was enough to leave my head spinning. The scent instantly invaded my senses. In a blink, the panties had rested in my hand, slowly lifted to my nose. The more I inhaled, the more intoxicating the scent grew, scattering my thoughts and leaving my knees oddly fragile.

But I couldn't stop. Until…, I found it. A pair of tiny, black lace panties. They were Angel’s. I knew them. I remembered the way they looked on her. I picked them up, the fabric feeling like a whisper against my fingers. I brought them to my face and inhaled deeply. The scent hit me like a physical blow. It was her. That sweet, floral perfume mixed with the raw, musky scent of her body. It was the smell of the girl who had been haunting my dreams for two years. My eyes rolled back in my head. A

**** Iris’s POV His fingers skimmed beneath the waistband of my lace panties, pulling them down my thighs. He bent to sniff it, sucking in his breath sharply. “Fuck,” he mumbled, leaning his head against my mound, “you smell so fucking sweet.” His stubble bristled against my skin as he drew his head down, and I squirmed underneath him, feeling the wetness leak out of my center and drip down my thighs. “Tell me, doll. Do you like to be punished?” he asked.

he was talking dirty to me and I loved it My panties were already soaked " so what are you waiting for?" That was his cue as he placed me on his desk hiking my skirt and spreading my legs wide. He removed my panties and brought them to his nose "Mmmm, you smell divine," he said sniffing it " I'm going to keep this with me so I can sniff it whenever I'm missing you and I don't want you wearing panties when you are coming to work again," he said "Okay sir," I said with a smile