Smell Panties Novels & Stories

“Get dressed.” With a blush, she grabbed her sweatpants and wriggled into it, without panties on. Jax brazenly watched her pull her sweatpants over her soft ass, his eyes shining with carnal hunger. “Why did you keep my panties? They’re torn.” She said, unable to meet his eyes. “To smell it and pretend it is your pussy while I’m fucking my fist when I’m too far away from you.” He answered shamelessly. “I tore it. Makes no difference, anyway.”

I shook my head and went to the bathroom to start the washer. I threw my clothes in first, then hers. Right before I closed the lid, a pair of her light purple panties fell out onto the floor. I picked them up. They were a sexy little lace-trimmed thong. I was surprised, because I always thought Mary wore basic cotton panties. These looked hot as fuck. I stood there holding them for a second… then did something dumb. I brought the crotch to my nose and inhaled. That warm, sweet, musky smell of her pussy hit me hard.

When we appear hand-in-hand at the Northern Alliance Summit, Alpha Asher loses control. He catches my scent,another male's mark on my skin,and his sanity shatters. He blocks my path, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "Wash that male's scent off you, Rhea." "Weren't you disgusted by me?" I smile and step back. "Now I belong to someone else, and suddenly I smell good to you?" ... Staring at the bold sign outside Moonstone Pack's banquet hall, my wolf Lucy releases a long, relieved exhale.

He smirks when he sees my black lace panties and brings his nose to my crotch. He takes a whiff of my panties and his fingers wrap around the lace. With one brutal yank, Sir Oliver rips the delicate fabric in two, shredding it like paper in his hand. I gasp at the sudden exposure, my body shaking from the thrill of it all. I'm soaking wet. The ruined panties flutter to the ground like fallen petals. My bare flesh meets Sir Oliver's starving gaze. And yes, I'm smoothly shaved this time. Call me crazy but I've been shaving everyday since that night. And I've taken an interest in wearing panties more often.

~Seren~ “Keep your head down, speak only when spoken to, and do not—under any circumstances draw attention to yourself.” Gwen’s voice was sharp and completely uninterested in whether I lived or died in this pack. I adjusted the sleeve of the maid uniform that swallowed my arms like it had been stitched for someone twice my size. “If I wanted attention, I wouldn’t be wearing this.” I muttered. Her eyes flicked to me briefly, “Good, then try not to die in his room.”

Aria The smell of body waste is the first thing that greets me when I realize where Piper has brought me. There are a few torches burning about. But none of them seems to shed much light; it is as though they are empty, sullen things. "No," my voice is a broken whisper, and I take a retreating step back. I won't let her lock me up in here. She'll have to kill me first. There is no way. People don't come out of places like this.

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.

I blinked and gave Harrison an innocent, playful smile. Harrison's eyes darkened. He pressed down on me, once again capturing my lips with a kiss. His free hands lifted my hips and pulled down my panties from under my skirt. I caught a glimpse of the glistening liquid on my panties, and my face instantly turned red. "It smells good, doesn't it?" Harrison used his index finger to tease my panties, smirking at my blushing face. "Get rid of it, Harrison." I muttered as I snatched my panties from his hand and casually tossed them aside.

She gasped as I effortlessly put her on my desk, shoving off anything that could stop her from sitting. Hastily, I bunched her dress around her waist and swiped my fingers swiftly on her panties. She moaned, leaning backward on the table. Smiling, I pulled off her panties and brought them close to my face. As I sniffed her panties, they smelled so good. "Who's being a bad boy now?" Lillian asked, giggling. She suddenly reached for her panties, grabbing them from me, tossing them on the desk. She held my face tightly and slammed her lips on mine.

He roughly drags my panties to the side, almost ripping it off. When I reach to take it out, he smacks my hands off. “I want to feel every one of your panties, on you.” He adds, a nasty smirk curling along his lips. On me? Zane is a creepy freak. The thought of him sniffing and touching my panties in the bathroom hits me hard. He’s a fucking freak! Without warning, his fingers go in, deeply, roughly, wrecking the last of my self-control. “Oh, my pussy!” I quiver, dripping around his fingers, pussy lips squeezing against him like a bitch.