Sniffing Used Panties Mga Nobela at Kwento

he said, looking at a pair of pink, and a pair of blue panties. "These garments were worn today by your resident sluts, and your challenge is to use your sense of smell to determine who wore what. Which pair would you like to sniff first? Pink or blue?" "Pink." Essence held her pink panties under his nose, and he inhaled deeply. The exotic scent wafted into his nose, and a chill went up his spine... he'd always loved the intimate scent of a woman. This sample was pungent, with a strong, almost dominating scent.

“Mmm, you smell incredible. Like a sweet juicy peach ripe for picking.” The shock on my face intensifies. I gasp so loud. I'm more turned on now but even more annoyed and embarrassed. I fix my skirt and stretch my hand towards Liam, trying to snatch my panties from him. He holds them out of my reach. He sniffs them again, drawing in my scent longer this time, obviously trying to get under my skin. His smirk widens when he sees that it's working. “Give them back, Liam! That's disgusting!” “Is it?“ He sniffs my panties and pushes them against his nose. “I've forgotten how nice you smelled.”

That was all the exploring I needed to do for the day! I carefully closed Marni's drawer and laid the giant cock on my bed. Next came the part I'm really ashamed of. I opened Marni's closet, reached into her dirty clothes basket, and retrieved the panties I knew she'd been wearing last night before she went to bed. We'd had one of our masturbation sessions, and I wanted to see if the panties still held the aroma of her arousal. I ran my fingers over the delicate yellow thong and noticed the large spot that covered most of the crotch. I held it close to my face and was overcome by the smell that I knew from experience to be Marni's.

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.

Absolutely nothing. My eyes focus on a small dresser beside a rolling rack that she seems to be using as a makeshift closet. I pull the top drawer open and notice an array of panties. Nothing too extravagant, mostly basic cotton in black, white, and nude. I take one of the black ones and place it on my face while inhaling. It regretfully doesn’t contain her scent, but it had been on her skin.

The place was underwhelming, like a wound left exposed, and I felt exhilaration come over me as I started to search the drawers I thought belonged to Eleanor. One in particular held her clothes, and I searched them one by one before opening the final drawer and finding what I was searching all along. Her panties. I chose a white one with a bit of a stain on it and held it up to my nostrils, sniffing it. It had a scent that gave my brain a pleasant rattle, and I crashed to my knees, trying to imagine what it would be like to be inside her, to be in love with her vagina. I then shut the drawer and would have searched for her brassiere had a slight sound brought me to an abrupt halt.

Ethan was in a meeting, so I waited in his office. That was when Sophia walked in. She politely brought in coffee, and when she bent forward, I caught the familiar scent of cologne. Just as Joy had described, it was Ethan's scent. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" I asked suddenly. Her hand trembled, spilling hot coffee on herself, leaving red marks instantly. She looked fragile and helpless as her eyes darted away. Flustered, she crouched down to clean the mess and did not answer.

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.

I couldn’t leave her panties there for her to find, so I slipped them in my pocket and pulled her blankets back over her. Back in my room, I held her panties to my nose and breathed deeply. Her scent lingered on them, and it tempted me. I remembered the honey-sweet taste of her juices on my tongue and the shuddering gasps she made when she orgasmed, and I came with her panties still covering my face.

She was soaked through her panties. I tore her panties off her ass and brought it to my nose. I turned her head so she could face me and sniffed her panties. My brain went fuzzy from her scent as it overwhelmed every part of me. Her scent tasted so exhilarating and it made my heart pump fast. I threw the panties away and turned her towards the table. I pushed her face down on it and raised her dress, exposing her soft round ass. I smacked it hard and a sudden, sharp whimper of pain escaped her throat.