Sniff My Panties!!: Naughty Girls Do

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I felt his muscles tense up and realized my question might’ve sounded a bit naughtier than I had intended. I’ve seen pictures were you were holding me as a babe and you carried me with your hand there.” I replied. “When did it become too intimate? It hasn’t changed much, except for some hair.” The erecting of my penis was once again occurring, so I did what seemed to be perfectly logical. To free up both hands, I placed Holly's panties over my head, being careful to make sure the crotch was over my nose. As I did this, I caught a glance of myself in a mirror next to her dresser. Even though I was about to take this depravity further, I could still appreciate how ridiculous I looked with her panties over my face. Well, once you became a teenager, you made it quite clear to me that you didn’t like hugs and kisses anymore.” My dad explained. “Though if you’re naughty enough, I might still spank you.” He teased.

But what about all of you out there! How many of you have the courage to confess your membership in this club? What other embarrassing things have you done in front of family and friends that left you horrified? Come on – out with it! And then there’s that. Sniffing the panty crotch implied I was concerned she was returning dirty underwear. Did I assume she didn’t wash them? What kind of friend did I think she was? I hugged him too, when he did something for me, when I’d done something that made him proud or just because. It took a long, long time for me to attain any level of clarity about what happened that cold winter day over eight years ago. Over time, the wounds have healed—though they’ll never completely go away. But I have learned some important life lessons, and here’s what they are: I’d have to call a plumber, but was in a hurry and needed to jump in the shower first. So I simply stepped out of my britches and walked to the shower, leaving my pants and panties turned inside out on the floor in front of the toilet. The shower was exhilarating and renewing, but the broken toilet situation was looming over my head. Problem was, Marlboro Man was out of town—working cows in Nebraska—and I’d never had to call a plumber since we’d gotten married and had no idea where to look. Since Marlboro Man’s grandparents lived in town and were pretty much in the know, they were the first ones I thought of to call. So I dialed Pa-Pa, Marlboro Man’s grandfather, and said, "Um…it seems that…um…our toilet has malfunctioned and I’m in need of a plumber. Could you give me the number of one?" Eager to come to the aid of his relatively new granddaughter-in-law, Pa-Pa assured me, " Aww, don’t you worry about a thing, honey. I’ll call someone and send them right over." I shrugged, thought to myself, " That was easy," and left the house to run some errands.The jury is still out on whether or not my friends think I’ve lost it. Don’t get me wrong, I still like to think we live on Wisteria Lane, but my dysfunction has been “outed.” I’m definitely a Desperate Housewife now – and my ‘dirty’ laundry has been aired for all to see! So we are both hanging out at her house, waiting to go do something, and she had to leave to go do something. Maybe run up to the store or possibly mowing the lawn, I can’t remember, I just remember she was gone for something like 10 - 20 minutes. I was basically just wandering around her den looking at some of the books that the family had (I wasn’t ‘invading’ or anything, it was basically the room we had been hanging out in). My friend tells me that he has to go to bathroom. Nothing unusual. didn’t seem an option at the time. I kinda felt I’d gone too far, that last week of summer. Yet I still longed for his touch. So I’m in the middle of talking to the three of them, when I absent mindedly took the panties, turned the crotch inside out, and sniffed them.

Well we are depriving our selves of of sex's great arousals. The scent of a woman particularly when aroused is a very heady and intoxicating thing. My two girls share a room. When my four-year-old gets dressed for bed each evening, she throws clean panties from her drawer like confetti over her shoulder, searching for the pajamas she’ll wear to bed. She also strips down each evening before her bath leaving not-so-clean panties on the floor as well. Try as I might, I have not figured out a way to curb this behavior, and since I want her to be independent and dress herself, I live with the ensuing mess.The first time most people hear about selling used underwear, they are intrigued. It might seem a little adventurous or something they did not consider. However, in the modern world, this is growing to become a fetish for some people. It’s taking the world by storm! When I sat on his lap, his touch inched ever closer, until his warm hand covered the soft skin of my inner thigh and his thumb brushed the edge of my panties. It’s funny how these panty episodes stay with you, isn’t it? I mean, it’s been over eight years since it happened and I can still feel the sting. But I’m sure all of you have had similar episodes, right? I made sure he did not have the remote nearby, so he had no choice but to place his hand somewhere on me. He chose my knee.