I am writing to tell you how I developed a fetish for sniffing panties. My name is Nicola and I am 41 years old, blonde with a nice shaped body for my age and I would say I was quite attractive. I am married to Simon and we are both in our second marriages. We have no children together but Simon has a daughter Suzanne from his first marriage. Simon has a goo...
The day will start as any other but we all know that it will be different. Her morning routine will differ because she will choose the highest heels that she owns and will have taken care that she is smooth below. This is important because she knows that she will be leaving the house without knickers and the sensation of the cooling Autumn air will remind he...
Let's talk about knickers here a while, I love 'em, aren't knickers just wonderful? Now of course I'm not talking about great big knickers on huge fat wobbly bums. Now if that's your thing, well you're welcome to it because it doesn't do it for me quite frankly and I just don't want to even think about those kind - let alone be seeing them, on or off - so le...
When Bob arrived home, he called out for his wife, Elizabeth. Relief flooded through him when he found her note in the kitchen. She would be out with her friends till late and not to wait up. On previous occasions when he knew his wife would be out he had always followed the same routine. It wasn't great but he made the best of things. He knew Elizabeth...
Waiting, thinking, should he? He knew he would. He was wearing only a pair of white high-leg cotton knickers, he wore them in bed last night, he always wore knickers, he hadn't worn men's underwear for years. He wandered into the kitchen to microwave his cool tea, more aware of the feeling of the rings through his nipples and the delightful sensation of the...
Last summer my wife Sandra and I went to the village where I'd used to go on holiday as a teenager. I wanted to show Sandra the pretty village and the beach, and I'd even booked into the same bed-and-breakfast where I'd always stayed in the past. And, to my surprise, when the landlady opened the door, I found that it was the same Mrs Amber who I remembered f...
The following morning, I was tired out. When I met Mike for lunch the following day and told him of what happened at the pool, he came back early from his meetings and fucked me repeatedly all night, cumming at least 3 times. The following morning Mike had gone to work when I got up. The apartment we had been lent was in the fourteenth floor and so I get...
**This chapter is based on a true story** *** I don't know when I discovered my love for sexy lingerie, and I especially don't know when it developed into an addiction. I certainly hadn't been interested in the knickers of any of my family members, but my girlfriend Laura's had always excited me beyond belief. Laura was my first proper girlfriend, and I w...
Although I am not into serious bondage I love the erotic pleasures of wearing corsetry and other tight feminine garments next to my skin. When wearing suspenders and stockings I love the erotic sensation from the tightness of the top of my stockings gripping my thighs and the suspenders brushing against my thighs as I walk, as I envisage my suspender belt an...
Dan often felt uneasy. He would nod and smile and try to get along with the lads, but they just weren't his scene. Not really. He always felt more comfortable around girls. Girls were smarter, more fun to go out with, and they looked so much better too. Such beautiful faces, bodies, clothes - everything about girls seemed better than boys. When he started s...