I’m not sure how to write this post without using a lot of euphemisms, so bear with me.
Recently, I’ve run into a guy who has a panty fetish.
Not THAT kind of panty fetish.
He doesn’t like wearing them (though I’ve come across those who do).
He likes to, ahem, sniff them.
Not a clean pair fresh from the laundry pile, mind you.
He prefers panties that have been worn all day and are slightly, ahem, damp.
He asked me to describe what my panties smell like after a day of work.
I don’t know about you but the only time I sniff my panties is when I’m trying to figure out if that pair on the floor is clean or dirty.
So I said the only thing that came to mind.
They smell sweet and musky.
Well, he just about DIED.
Say it again, he requested.
Sweet and musky.
So now, when I go out on a date with this guy, he is expecting me to hand over to him the panties I am wearing.
I do believe that I am going to wear TWO pairs of panties that day.
One pair for reals, and one pair for him.
He’ll get to keep the outer pair of panties while I can continue to enjoy the comfort of my inner pair of panties.
And both of us go home happy.