A forty-year-old fetish bachelor I am, who still has his pleasure not only to persuade beautiful women to a fucking, but then rob them even the slip. Sometimes against violent protest, but often with a sympathetic smile.
There is an angle in my bachelor house that no visitor has yet come to. Right behind my hobby cellar there is a nicely developed cellar room for another hobby of mine. A wall holds a shelf full of mason jars that are not cooked but sealed with rubber rings and staples. For a short time a new couch is in there and my former TV chair. When I enter this room, I usually can not get out without getting one down. The sweetest panties are in the rows of glasses. Under each glass is a closely described sheet, which is to remind me one day of the situation in which I had robbed the slip concerned. I do not need this thought support yet. Still I am able to remember many details when I open such a glass and briefly absorb the scent with the nostrils. I open the first glass from the top row. I think it’s more fancy that I can still recognize the girl’s scent. It’s been a long time.
It was the first girl for me who already had really wet panties
She was twenty, at least ten years younger than me, pretty and straw-blond. Two or three hours we had perched at the bar and danced in between. It was the first girl for me who already had really wet panties when I went to the laundry on the park bench. No wonder, actually. I had awakened her for awhile with hands and lips on her wonderful breasts. When I took her panties off, I pocketed him in my jacket pocket and leaned over the bench, making her a wonderful number from behind. We could not stand on one leg. She got my fat orally on the go again and then she enjoyed my stamina on the second round until she came at least four times. In the end, she demanded her panties back. As if in reflex, I sniffed it and was probably already addicted to it. I think she was even flattered that I did not give her the part back because I was so obsessed with her scent.
At home I came up with the idea to put the good piece in a glass that I could close with a rubber ring and a fixed clip. How often have I sniffed at it in the following years and aufgegeilt me. For me, the intensity of the fragrance has not decreased. Maybe there is nothing left today, but my imagination is always producing new ones. The second panty with a heady bouquet was from my sister five years older. Because we did not grow up like siblings, I hardly knew anything intimate about her. That’s why it sometimes drove me to the keyholes. I watched her in the bathroom. I tensed in her room when she changed and twice when visiting her boyfriend. I watched them do French and also how she rode on him.
I pressed my nose into her panties and was thrilled
One day I went straight to her bathroom when she put her used underwear into the laundry bag. I pressed my nose into her panties and was thrilled. On the spot I got myself down with this suggestion. In my mind I reach for the glass with the slip from my sister. I have to smile that just made me so often incited to masturbation. Who knows, maybe it was always a subliminal yearning to own this magnificent body once, to fuck my sister once. It had always remained a secret desire. Of course, my collection got me in the mood once again. Leisurely, I get out of my things and make myself comfortable on the couch. I chose a very special glass. I’m not opening it yet. The very sight of the black lace string lets my lout into the perfect uprising.
It was a girl of ten in my parents’ house whose laundry hung on the dry floor. Fleetingly I sniffed at the row of profane white panties. Of course they all smelled like softener. Then the thing was still spicy. The girl caught me at her laundry. Our first embarrassed and then joking conversation ended in her bed. Gorgeous, I have pulled through her. She had said to me on the head: “You are simply a fetishist.” I had to serve her so well that she gave me this one-night stand. She took the said string from the dresser, got in and rubbed the textile extensively on her soaking wet pussy. I did not look stupid that she quickly put the part in an envelope and squeezed my hand in farewell.
