Sniff Pantys Novels & Stories

The kind you only hear about in old Pack stories, told around fires to wide-eyed pups. My hand moves before I can think better of it. Reaches out. Touches. The texture steals my breath. Incredibly soft. Smoother than the finest wolf fur I've ever felt. The man wakes instantly. His head snaps up, violet eyes locking onto mine. For one suspended moment, we just stare at each other. Then his ears flush red. Deep crimson spreading from the tips down his neck. Just one glance at those violet eyes and my heart stutters in my chest. Skips a beat, then races to catch up.

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.

However, wiping it off with a tissue is not helping, it just makes everything spread! "What are you wiping off? Wait, you smell different." She said then sniffed my neck like a dog. "Mielly stop. Tss, stupid perfume" I said in annoyance. "No, you stop. Your neck's turning red already. The scent's not bad. I mean it smells really good, but I think it's for men Stace. Where'd you get that?" Instead of answering her question, I asked her another question instead. "Mielly, aren't you a fan of Antoine Laurent's Perfume? How come you did not recognize that stupid old man?"

Specifically blow job scenes. You could say I watched a little too much p**n, and started to develop some odd fetishes. Ever since 7th grade I've been turned on by women's panties. I can still remember the girl who sat in front of me in science, Amelia. She always wore these silky smooth little panties, and they were constantly sticking out of her pants. So as the years went on, and I browsed all the panty p**n I could, my fetish began to change. Until one day when I was 17, it occurred to me, it would be an even bigger turn on to watch p**n while I was wearing panties. So I sneaked into my older sister’s room and raided her panty drawer. I took a nice silky pair, much like Amelia’s, and hur

But was this right in his office. He pushed her skirt up tlil it revealed her red pant. "Red pant!" he mumbled while Amy's heart only kept thumping. He placed his hand on the hem of the pant and wanted to pull it down but Amy wasn't raising her butt. "You prepared a bitter coffee for me, don't you want to make up for ruining my taste?" he asked. She raised her butt up for him to remove the pant and he did. He sniffed in the pant and smiled," what a nice smell."

But there’s urgency, too, and it seems to infect her as much as me. She unbuttons my pants and pushes them off my hips. I step out of them and look down. Her panties are white. The picture of innocence. For a split second, I wonder if she’s a virgin. I dismiss it almost immediately. Her ex-boyfriend wouldn’t have let that pussy remain untouched for two fucking years. I tear her panties off. The material rips easily, and I lift the fabric to my nose. I let her see my expression when I inhale her scent, and my cock twitches.

Still, seeing her this way… Makes me want to claim her even more. I started to grow tired of the fabric between our skin, and ripped her panties off her, causing her to whimper. Not out of fright, but more in anticipation. Upon feeling the wet fabric in my hand, getting a burst of Nex’s sweet smell radiating from her hole, I turned my attention to the panties still in my hand, soaked in her scent. I felt as though I was under some form of hypnosis, for I brought it close to my face, and practically buried my nose into it, taking in more of the scent in full. Like a drug, I felt myself going high as I continued to smell this delightful scent.

His gaze didn’t waver as he slowly tugged down the waistband of my panties. Before I could react, his grip on my waist tightened. He lifted me slightly, making my back arch, and in one motion, pulled off my black, soaked panties. And as I watched him with wide eyes, he held them in his hand… and then did the most unthinkable thing. He brought them to his nose and took a slow whiff. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, my eyes wide as I watched him—watched the way his eyes fluttered closed for a brief second, then opened, flashing a hint of white before narrowing on me.

His eyes turned hungry, devouring every each of me. “Those have to go too.” He ordered, and I nodded in response, bit on my bottom lip then fiddled the bra off, pulling the pant down too. “Hand me that.” He ordered, his voice firm. I was a bit confused but still I asked no question as I stretched the Black thong pant to him. Taking it from me, I watched with curiosity as he brought it closer to his nose, sniffing it in then letting out an exhale. “You smell good too.” He complimented.

That definitely wasn't clean. He threw that one away and picked another one. He sniffed it and it smelled just like the other one. He picked up a blue pantie and sent a prayer up to heaven before proceeding to sniff it. If it smelled just like the other two, he just might pass out. He sniffed it, but this one this didn't smell bad. She was going to have to make do with this. He picked up one of the black bras and and concluded that it was clean too.