Panty Fetish Time Is This Naughty Girl’s Favorite Time of Day! #Erotica

Panty fetish play is the best way to cum!

I have a panty fetish.  I know that probably seems just a little unusual for a girl, but I love sniffing panties and looking at pictures of girls wearing panties, and I even take it a bit far, maybe when I steal panties from my friend’s dirty clothes basket.  I had been doing that for a long time.  When I was in college, I would find reasons to go back into the girl’s locker room after everyone was done getting undressed and up in the gym.  One time I told the gym coach I was going to be going home early, and I spent the entire 49-minute class in the locker room sniffing every pair of dirty panties that were left in there.  I took deep inhales of each one.  Savoring the varying scents of each girl I attended college with.  Some more robust, some very mild, and everything in between.  I loved seeing the crotch of the panties when there was just a bit of dried whiteness.  Knowing those hot cooch juices had been flowing out of those pretty little pussies just moments before I was stuffing my face into them drove me wild!

I always took a pair of panties with me, my favorite out of the bunch.  My panty fetish was so fun to feed.  I would make my selection based on how cute the panties were and how good they smelled.  I loved when I could smell just a slight hint of the girl’s perfume in the thin satin fabric.  On the nights I indulged my panty fetish and got a new pair for my secret panty collection, I would grab something to eat and then excuse myself to my room for the rest of the night, telling everyone I was too tired to interact. I would close and lock the door, and then it would be me and my new pair of panties for the rest of the night.  I would think about how cute the girl was that I stole the panties from.  I would think about her wondering where her panties went while she was in the middle of gym class.  Typically, I would pull up a picture of the girl on my phone, and while sniffing panties and staring into her face, I would reach down between my legs and masturbate until I came, soaking my inner thighs with panty fetish-induced cum.  The orgasms were so intense for me while I was sniffing a dirty pair of panties that smelled like the sexy scent of a girl from class that no other orgasms would ever really compare.

After a night of playing with my new panties and cumming multiple times, I would wipe up my own juices with them, and I would stuff them in my purse to carry to class the next day.  There was something invigorating about knowing I had stolen another girl’s panties, sniffed them, and came to them pressed against my face while I stared at the girl they belonged to at college the next day.  All while knowing deep down that her missing panties were tucked right that very moment in the bottom of my purse.  I used to laugh to myself deviously every time I got the pleasure of accomplishing this.  By the time I graduated, I had a locking trunk that was just simply full of pretty little used panties. No one was ever the wiser!  As time passed, I’d have to find other means to sniff and steal panties.  Sometimes I would order them online from a girl who was hot enough to catch my eye.  Sometimes I would take a trip down memory lane and go to my gym’s locker room and find some stranger’s panties to sniff and then take home with me.  Anything to get my panty fix!

In my early 20s, I had a roommate who always had her friends sleeping over in her room.  I used to pray I didn’t get caught when I went into her room and dug through her hamper for the sweatiest pair of little satin panties I could find.  Sometimes I would find a pair that drove me so wild I had no choice but to reach down between my legs, plunge my fingers inside myself, and ravenously masturbate right there over top of the hamper until I came so hard my knees would give out.  I’d either take the panties or wipe my own juices up with the fabric of the crotch and throw them back in her dirty clothes, or I’d steal them. I would love knowing that she would be doing laundry on Saturday and touching the panties that I’d masturbated to and cleaned myself off with, having no clue as she did what went on with her panties in her room while she was away.  It turned me on so much!

I remember one time having a gorgeous blonde catch my eye at a lingerie store.  I watched her from across the boutique going into a dressing room with three pairs of panties.  I knew that women weren’t really supposed to try on panties with a bare pussy and put them back on the rack, but I also knew that we all did anyway.  I watched for when her dressing room door opened, and she put two out of three pairs on the return rack.  I immediately headed that way and grabbed them up, discreetly heading into the dressing room with panties in hand after I got a hold of them.  Then I would go in the dressing room and take a nice deep inhale of all areas of the panties.  Taking in the scent of a woman I’d never met before and loved every second of it as I did.  The lingerie store might’ve been my favorite place to explore my panty fetish, but I never stole them from there.  Instead, I would masturbate to them just like at home before cleaning up my wetness with their fabric and hanging them back up where I got them on the return rack.  It was really quite exhilarating!

As much as I loved girls’ bodies and the smell of their pussies, and as much as I loved masturbating to their used panties, I was actually very much a cock girl.  Sometimes when I brought a guy home to fuck, I would pull a pair of panties out of the trunk and tell them they were mine.  I would ask him to sniff them and tell me what he thought of the scent.  I loved watching a man sniffing used panties that he never knew I stole from another girl.  That he never knew I masturbated to or kept a collection of.  I remember straddling a guy and sliding down onto his big, satisfying cock as he indulged my panty fetish and continued to take deep inhales as per my request, sniffing the panties that I’d handed him.  It drove me wild watching him sniffing the panties!  I bounced up and down on him, moaning, wildly getting off from what I was having him do and what he didn’t know about it.  It made me feel like such a naughty girl!  And I had always loved being a naughty girl, especially when a used pair of panties was involved.

Men always loved my enthusiasm when I fucked them this way.  And there were countless of them that I did it with.  I could only hope that one day I will marry a man that will love my panty fetish as much as I do and allow me to fuck him as he sniffs them for me.  It might actually be kind of nice to share this big dirty secret with more than just everyone reading this story.  It would be more fun to share with someone who loved knowing their wife was addicted to smelly, used panties.  Maybe I can even find a husband to steal some dirty panties for me!  A girl can dream!  Until then, I continue to seek out girls with hot little bodies and think of ways that I can get a hold of their used panties for my panty fetish!  Perhaps a laundromat?  Perhaps out of a friend’s dirty clothes?  One way or another, this dirty underwear thief is going to continue her pursuit of the delicious scent of pussy!