Novel & Cerita Sniffing Used Panties

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.

she whispered, her face turning slightly red. "It worked," I replied with a chuckle. "Yeah, that it did," she said, a strange look coming over her face as she turned and headed for her room. After rinsing out the cups and putting them into the dishwasher I went to my room to change but decided my pajama bottoms were too comfortable and left them on. I did put on a t-shirt. It wasn't long before mom opened my door and told me she was headed to work and reminded me to do her laundry once more. I told her to have a good day then waited for a few minutes and went into her room to get the hamper. As I carried it to the laundry room I noticed there wasn't much in it, mainly bras and panties with a

I could smell Diane on those panties, and that sensory addition to the image in my head sent a quiver through my breast – and parts beyond – that I hadn't felt in a long, long, time. The panties were halfway into my pocket before I realized that Diane would probably look for them later. I replaced them under the desk, slunk back out to my own desk, and wondered how long it would take to get the delicious, softly musky-sweet smell of her out of my nose. That night, I found some of the strongest, spiciest food I could at a takeout place and breathed so deep I half-wondered if I were trying to actually scour my sinuses completely down to the bone. After that, I tried to erase the whole thing fr

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.

“Fuck.” I got up from the couch and walked down the hallway to her bedroom. What a mess. Her work clothes were strewn over the floor, including a pair of red frilly panties. I reached down and picked them up and started smelling them and continued to jerk off. Her panties smelled wonderful and were a little moist around her crotch. From the smell, she must have masturbated before showering and changing for the night. The thought of her masturbating while I was probably in the living room watching TV made me almost want to jizz my pants right there. I wrapped the panties around my cock and started using them to jerk off with. Fuck this is nice, I thought. I realized some pre-cum had gotten on

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ "You smell fucking amazing..." My hands smoothly slide her pants down, revealing her panties, her now soaked panties. I almost let out a whistle. She's got these cotton panties on, pink with red and white roses. There's a tiny silk rose sewn onto the front. Most of the roses on the front are darker than the ones on her hips. Her slick has soaked right into the fabric. "I can't wait to taste you." I kiss a path down her thighs, wanting to savor every inch of her skin. Her skin is so soft and she smells ... clean. I don't know how else to explain it. Fresh and beautiful with a hint of something fruity.

I took one of her garments, a top that was lying on the messy sheets, and brought it to my face with a sharp movement. I sniffed like a goddamn sick man, filling my lungs with her essence until my head spun. But it wasn't enough. I needed more. I opened her underwear drawer. There they were, arranged with a neatness that made me smile with cynicism. Her panties. I took several of them, fine lace, silk, and pressed them against my face, inhaling with a desperation that made my legs tremble. It was a goddamn drug. That is how her sex smelled. A floral, warm, forbidden aroma.

She raised her eyebrow expectantly, smiling. Pulling slowly downward, he worked the panties over her butt, then hips, and finally down to her knees and calves. Lifting her legs for him, she let him finish removing her panties, then stood obediently, waiting for him. He wasn't done with the panties, though, and lifted them up to his nose, inhaling deeply. "God damn," he said, smiling and sitting back. "These smell like heaven." She snickered. She'd been sitting on them all morning and knew they probably did have a healthy amount of her natural odor to them. She wouldn't have been all that turned on if she smelled them like he had, but men were odd creatures.

she murmurs beneath me, teasing as I finish securing her hands. I smirk, face-to-face with her again, my eyes drinking in her every reaction. "No," I murmur, my fingers closing around the soft fabric of her panties that I found. Her eyes widen the moment she sees them in my hand. "Caden..." she gasps with a tinge of shock and anticipation in her voice. The clean pink panties were cute... I press it to my face, inhaling. The scent hits me, and I feel her gaze burning into mine as I close my eyes. God, it smells even better than I imagined.

I ponder as I stand by the door and clasp my hand over her panties. When I feel the drenched fabric in my hand I groan. It’s slippery…fuck. I’m thinking this is the panties she wore today. Does that mean she creamed on it? “Fuck!” The word escapes from my mouth as I bring her panties up and tuck it under my nose, smelling her essence. This is so undoing. It makes me hard and eager to take whatever she gives. Right now, my dick is alive…pitching a tent against my zipper. I can feel the heat pulsing through my body.