Smelling Panty Novels & Stories

“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.

It was like wearing a corset. I had a brief thought that maybe I should sell my panties online. Someone would surely pay good money for used panties worn while being threatened by the mob. I shuddered at the thought. My curiosity got the better of me though and I lifted my panties to my nose and took a quick whiff. Huh. They smelled like sweat. I threw them back in my bag and fixed my makeup with what I had in my purse. It took about fifteen minutes but I was finally heading out, slipping my shoes on and closing the hotel room door as quietly as possible. I knew Callie would be asleep for an hour still and I desperately needed Tylenol and food.

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.”

“Please, Marlie.” She rolled me onto my back and sat up between my legs. Her fingers curled around the waistband of my panties, now stuck to my folds like a second skin. She tugged them down slowly, peeling the wet fabric off inch by inch. Her eyes locked with mine as the panties slid past my knees. She brought them to her nose, inhaled deep, and groaned. “Oh baby,” she murmured. “You smell like fuck. You smell like need.”

Moving lower he traced his fingers to the lining of my panties, making my belly tingle and shiver with the touch. Lowering my panties, making me naked as the day I was born, he started inhaling me, running his nose to the inside of my thighs. "Fuck! You smell so good, Iris. ..." he groaned inhaling more of me, making me Pant as if I had just run a marathon, I don't know there is this knot forming in my stomach which I want to get relieved of "I can't wait anymore. I need to taste you or your scent will make me crazy. " he said with a strain in his voice. His voice an octave lower making my insides churn with a good tingling feeling.

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.”

Anna POV I walk over to the dresser and open the top drawer. Multiple pairs of sweatpants and T-shirts are folded neatly, and I reach for a pair of black sweats and a white T-shirt. I can tell these belong to Ethan from the size and the brand of the clothing. As pathetic as it is, I bring the fabric up to my face and inhale the familiar scent of Ethan. The smell of laundry detergent and his Polo cologne is a scent that I will always have etched in my brain. I undress and slip the fabric over my body and instantly feel better. Not too much better, but even a little is better than none.

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.

The strong, tangy scent of her pussy hit me immediately as I brought them to my nose. "Fuck, Sarah," I whispered to myself, inhaling deeply. The smell was intoxicating, a mix of her natural musk, a hint of sweat from her day, and that feminine aroma that drove me wild. I carried the panties over to her bed and lay down right in the middle, spreading my legs wide. I pressed the crotch of her dirty panties firmly against my face, sniffing loudly as I freed my hard cock from my shorts. It throbbed in my hand, already leaking precum as I started to stroke slowly.

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.