Worn panties chapter 1 – what a cool fragrance

**Worn panties chapter 1 – what a cool fragrance**

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 parties? 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 realized how much the look in the baskets of my classmates excited me. The idea of how their worn panties, strings and lace panties smell. How they feel. Am I perverted? Maybe disgusting? Just because the thought of the intimate aroma of this desirable woman makes for me enormously exciting. Just the thought of her pussy fragance makes me hot. He controls my thoughts – I crave for worn panties!

Voyeuristic Train Journey

The other day I had an errand to run in the morning and my boss had agreed I could just come to work late and make up my time after hours. It was a pain to be late home but I looked on the bright side in the knowledge the train would be quite empty rather than the usual packed squabble for a seat and in the heat of the summer that would be a God send.

Once on the train I settled down in a window seat with the notion I could rest my head against the window and catch a power nap. There were even less people on the train than I expected. Perhaps many were pulling a sickie to make the most of the hot sun. There was just myself, a group of people at the other end of the carriage who were busy chatting and a couple on the opposite side and facing me but a few rows back. They were mostly obscured by the seats but I could see a bit through the gap.

Superman/Wonder Woman – Prove to Me You’re Mine [reluctance][rough sex][oral][Fanfiction]

I’m a nerd and I like to read comics, but sometimes my dirty thoughts are too distracting…I just need to get it out of my system.

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*The Temple of Hephaestus, Athens.*

It was a mess. It was all Pandora’s fault. She’d brought the Pandora’s box here. The box that contained all evil…it had made Superman ill, cursed everyone, and driven all of them mad.

A massive fight broke out amongst the heroes. *All* of them.

“EVIG EM EHT XOB!” Zatanna snarled, her pretty face contorted in anger. “Blimey! Zee, not you too! Not *everyone,*” Constantine muttered.

Constantine barely dodged Frankenstein’s punch, which destroyed the ground next to him and made the temple shake. Green Lantern chained Batman up with his ring power. The Flash immobilized Catwoman with a rope. Shazam blasted Deadman metres away with his magic. Green Arrow shot an arrow at Superman. Hawkman’s Nth metal and Aquaman’s trident clashed. The Sea Queen’s arm transformed into an enormous tree trunk and she aimed a punch at Wonder Woman.

Wonder Woman dodged her attack and returned a punch to her face. In the corner of her eye, she saw Batman placing the box in his pouch. He flung his grappling claw onto a wall and carried himself up.

First meeting

Seeing you across the room looking up at me, trying to tell if it’s actually me or not. I wave. You look relieved and wave back as I continue walking in your direction. Once I’m at the table I take a seat on the chair next to you and begin to go through the drink menu. As I flip through I feel your eyes on me, on all of me, as you undress me in your mind. With only one thing on our mind we have one quick drink, accompanied by some small talk. You’re hand placed on my bare knee slowly makes it way up my thigh as we finish our drinks. I pretend I don’t notice, and you pretend you don’t notice how I’m flinching as you get closer to my inner thigh. With my legs exposed, and my skirt being short and skintight you slowly slip your hand underneath. We make eye contact as you notice that I’m not wearing anything underneath the skirt. Instead all you feel is the wetness. With our drinks finished, we quickly pay the bill and get ready to go.

Thoughts on eroticism and sex

Thoughts on eroticism and sex
I have thought a lot about eroticism and sex, but for professional reasons I even “had“ to do it. In short, I am not yet 30, I have worked in erotic chats for some years as a support. There were BDSM chats and Vanilla sex chats. When I think about eroticism here, I consciously renounce the concepts of man and woman and use only humans or humans. There is a special reason for this, many complain about the lack of humanity, yet people treat each other in sex and eroticism, often as objects, expectations or compensators. Often people are denied the mutual responsibility, the respect, the respect, the empathy, the mutual pleasure-giving, the humor and the joy of each other. Instead, they demand that their counterparts give it fulfillment, of lust, power, desire, passion and ecstasy, only because they need it and want it. If the other person can not do it, wants it or does not feel it, he will be persuaded with all registers. Do not grab the honest and courting. The legitimate and also beautiful, exciting and humorous. Many people like to grasp lies, bad faith, false promises, misrepresent themselves, all on the grounds that they want or have to satisfy their desire, their passion, their needs. If these remedies do not help either, their counterpart is quickly thought, spoken and written inferior. Frigide, not potent, arrogant, those are the nicest thoughts. In the ugliest cases, violence is resorted to, or another opponent is sought, one of whom knows it is defenseless. Everything on the grounds that they are the instincts. Funny that these drives are particularly active when it comes to their own egoism, their own advantages, their own lust, their own passion. But these impulses often fail when it comes to consideration, compassion, respect and giving. People use eroticism and sex to manipulate, to confirm their power, to achieve goals that have nothing to do with sex and eroticism. Still, most seek fulfillment in sex and erotic, longing for it. This yearning does not diminish, the more they try to be selfish, this thirst, this hunger is more and more, eroticism is not enjoyed in the end, it is devoured without that you had a rudimentary enjoyment. Exactly after this enjoyment, this special pleasure that can make any positive cell in one vibrate and shake, that makes us dream, long and crave, for eroticism and sex. You do not get it and yawn more and more after him.
So sex and eroticism are a perfect reflection of society for me. Everyone, really Everyone is responsible for us humans for our frustration, our non-satisfaction, our lack of the particular, our boredom, our not living life, only not ourselves. Who is poor does not have to be unhappy and frustrated and who is rich does not have to, who is single does not have to be unhappy and frustrated and who is not a single does not have to. Especially, our level of frustration increases when we see others happy, satisfied. The laugh and the joy of life. Instead of being inspired by them, we are looking for clues to break their laughter and joy. With which we can justify that they are to blame for our frustration with which we rise to the moral better.
It is no different in eroticism and sex, why work on ourselves. The other one’s guilty, anyway. We give to the media, the porn industry, the sex industry, the emancipates, the machos, the softies, the romantics … blame that we do not come to this special, wonderfully exciting pleasure of eroticism and sex. Why? If you want to enjoy a special meal, you must also make the effort to cook it, or buy it. If you want to live well (I do not mean luxurious), you have to design your home. It requires commitment, feeling, creativity, being open to new things. It takes that one learns, acquires knowledge, etc. Only in the erotic and sex, we mean people it is enough to be born with a drive that makes us all to absolute experts and do everything right in the field. That’s why only what we think is good and right, can only be good, cool and right. Everything else is nonsense. Sex and erotic are just for consumption, so we make the person we want to have sex into a consumer object. Not only do we cheat the person we want to experience eroticism and sex with, we cheat ourselves. We are doing this, not only since the porn, internet, television era. Today, only a lot of publicity because news spread faster and people have the opportunity to publicly talk about it anonymously and act. Thus, the saying that sex and eroticism are the most beautiful trivial thing in the world, suddenly a different meaning, because the word trivial, seems more important than the word to be beautiful. Beautiful is only there as an alibi. So that we can convince ourselves that we do not treat sex and eroticism as an unimportant consumer good. It is only important to us to quickly get some satisfaction with it. Satisfaction of pride, ego, power. Or compensating Or compensating for boredom, frustration, feeling insignificant. At best, we use sex and eroticism to calm an instinct. Maybe, that’s just a thought, should we understand sex and erotic as a beautiful and unique precious gift. That one should love and care for. To be pleased that brings to a deepest fulfillment, unique unparalleled enjoyment, great humor, all-encompassing excitement. A gift that we prepare each other. With which we grow, which makes us curious to discover new things, to learn to learn. Our own initiative awakens us to inform us that we enjoy giving, exciting, getting to know, caring for what makes him happy, exciting and exciting. To listen to him, if it is something that does not fit in our grid. It does not drive anyone hurting, accepting boundaries, if you do not know them, asking them. That we do not use to humiliate others (unless it is agreed, see BDSM), to hurt or abuse. That we do not use to achieve goals. That causes us to rejoice, trust, rejoice, reccommend, honor, not only take but also trust, and thus fall, attention and human dignity to write in big letters. Sex and eroticism with these conditions can be anything. Bdsm, tantra, dao erotic, vanilla, dirty, hot, playful, romantic, porn …, mostly endless fun, excitement and joy!

“Opening a Personalized Present” – Continue the story in the comments section…

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Today was the day Max had been waiting for. After six long weeks of torture, the package he’d ordered from a custom tailor on the other side of the country had finally arrived, and it was now sitting on his bed.

Bursting with excitement, Max took a knife to the box that held his present and tore it open. He peeled the cardboard edges back and stopped to take in what he was seeing.

Folded neatly at the bottom of the box was a large square of light blue cloth. A note sat on top that simply said, “Enjoy your new gift.”

Tossing the note aside, Max touched the blue cotton fabric. He couldn’t believe how soft it was; it nearly melted in his hands. Eagerly, he grabbed the top of the cloth and pulled it up and out of the box.

At first, the long piece of cloth seemed to never end; it just kept unfolding and unfolding from the box. But eventually, the bottom half broke free of the package.

Bondage Dating

**bondage dating**

today I want to devote myself to a very beloved passion of mine, Bondage Dating. I as a masochist love such dates very much because several of my desires are served. I am dominated, restricted in my movements, made available for every action that the dominant sadist wants to commit to me, I am strapped to his imagination, I am deprived of my movements. I am at that moment an object of his lust, I love this hopeless pressure, the shackles, the leather, the chains and the ropes. At the same time Bondage Dating is an aesthetic gathering, it’s an art session and I’m part of this erotic gorgeous session. Bondage dating is helplessness. hopelessness and that is so exciting that the pleasure knows no increase, it is perfect. With Bondage Dating you can incorporate all the other exciting fetishes of BDSM, whether Tease & Denial, Orgasm Control, Anal Sex, and so on …… All these beautiful, exciting, extremely lust-provoking fetishes merge into Bondage Dating wonderful blandness of a BDSM session in which I lose myself, go beyond my limits of lust and become completely one with my erotic desires and their fulfillment.

**sm relationship meaning**

[MF] First Summer away – Losing my (hetero) virginity [Long][True][Kink]

Preface – If you’re new here I’d start by looking at my posts and reading my previous stories. It’s a 3 part story about how I lost my homosexual virginity. This story happened that same summer, just a couple weeks after the other story ended.

To preface the story a bit here are some things you, the reader, should know. I was raised very conservatively. I planned on saving myself for marriage and pre-marital sex was pretty much forbidden. That said before the summer I had done pretty much everything short of intercourse so it’s not like I was trying that hard to stay ‘good’ lol.

Story – Before I dive right into the story you really need to know some of the setup – it’s important and explains quite a bit about what happened that summer and what made it special. About February of my Freshman year of college I started realizing I needed a place to stay that summer, preferably somewhere I could work and make enough money to get me through the next year of college. Not to pay tuition or anything, Just $3-4K of fun money for dates, eating out, music, stuff like that.

Chemistry

My decision to go to school was not entirely my own. College applications littered the kitchen table every time I would sit to eat breakfast. The same lecture penetrated my ears but nothing could get to me. After the argument about who would pay, I decided to get my grades up and gather as many scholarships as I could. Soon the effort paid off and I was able to go a college of my own choosing. My parents argued about my choice but I realized that it was my own adventure and they couldn’t do anything about it. The journey seemed easy as I already had a roommate and classes that peaked my interest in so many ways. One class in particular was computer science. The first day in class, we were assigned a twelve page paper and we had to create a game in JavaScript in two weeks. The stress was unbearable but exciting at the same time.Two weeks had passed and it was time to turn in my paper and project to Professor Fera. A weird exchange formulated as I gave him my paper to grade. An eyebrow raise as he looked intensely at me then took the paper from my hands. The next day class went on as usual then we were dismissed. I started to grab my things when the Professor called me to the front to talk about my paper. He told me to have a seat on his desk because he wanted to talk to me about the paper I wrote. Although I had seen him everyday for two weeks I didn’t realize how blue his eyes were behind his circle lenses. He paced in front of me for a moment then gently ran his fingers through his dark curly hair. “Tabitha, your paper is decent but it lacks some significant understanding about coding.” He stood for a second looking through me as if my response should appear magically.Then suddenly he stood right in front of me as my legs dangled from his desk. His lips became moist as he kept questioning me about the paper. My fat bottom began to warm his desk and I could feel my pussy swell up with juice. His intensity set my body ablaze and I wanted him to do something to me. “Tabitha are you listening to me?” he moved his glasses down to the edge of his nose focusing on my thighs. I snapped back into focus and told him yes I am listening. Standing, he leaned in close to me and stood in between my thighs. “Tabitha your paper needs some fixing but I can help you if you want me to?” he laid the paper down next to my thigh and gripped them with both his hands. Massaging my thighs he leaned closer to my ear whispering,”Do you want to be my best student?” as his two fingers pushed inside me in and out. I started to moan, but he put his hands to my lips to quiet my desire. The pulsating of my pussy reached a higher level as his fat cock begin to push against his pants. I asked him could I suck it and thats when he said,”One lesson at a time Tabitha.” he stopped fingering my wet pussy and told me to turn around. I was so high off his words that I turned and bent over on his desk. As my heart raced I imagined his fat cock deep in my anal. I wanted him to fill my hole so bad that I had already created the scene in my mind. The Professor spread my fat bottom and licked me all inside. His tongue put me over the edge and I felt as if I wanted to cum so badly but thats when he stopped, smacked my ass and said, “Tabitha join me and my wife for dinner tonight I love to share.”[Lfconfessions ](http://lfconfessions.com/2017/05/31/chemistry/)