Worn panties – what a sexy smell[M]

A new phase of life. I, Paul (23), started my studies after completing my training as a graphic designer. I could not anticipate what to expect. The partys? I had expected that. The pretty fellow students? I had hoped for that. Rampant unrestrained sex? Who does not want this?

So it is hardly surprising that I moved with my “special demands” in a student dorm. I wanted freedom. I wanted to live my life. Of course also sexually. Reinvent myself and get to know myself a little better.

The dorm offers many temptations. Also temptations that I had never encountered before. One day I noticed how much the look in the laundry baskets of the female students made me horny. The idea of how their worn panties, thongs and lace panties smell. How they feel. Am I perverted? Maybe disgusting? Just because the thought of the intimate aroma of this desirable woman is enormously sexy for me. Just the thought of her pussy smell makes me horny. He controls my thoughts – I have a faible for worn panties!

Liberation of a sadist

For a long time I was the best prison guardian of my lust, my true self of my BDSM soul.
Trapped in the moral notions of my upbringing and society, I believed for a long time that this greedy lust and fun and joy to humiliate, enslave, punish, bind, endlessly tempt someone to him what he desires refuse or beat him is pathological, something that I have to suppress and hide.
Today I know that I am not sick or mentally unstable, no, on the contrary I am vital full of life, full of intensity. Because without dark, intense and over-the-border lust, there can be no gentle loving and caring care. Yes, that’s what makes a dominant sadist. After an intense, all-consuming session, she catches the slave and shows him that she is proud of him and that he is safe and secure with her.