I Live For The ThrillThis habit of mine has now become one of my main thrills in life. It must have started when I was about 12 or 13. I was at my friends house one day playing with super soakers and for some reason I hid in his mums room. I opened her top drawer and saw her underwear. For some reason I got a rush of excitement. Even since I've been hooked. Keep your clean detergent smelling panties to your self, I like the worn ones, with that real sweaty smell to them. Not the dirty ones with white discharge, just a little spot or 2 and then that amazing smell you get from warm vaginas.
I don't take them from the prettiest girls I know, that's too easy. It's a friends wife here, a strangers house party there. Only certain woman give you that buzz. There's no greater feeling than your friend asking you to mind his house whilst he's away and having the whole place to yourself and dig through his wife's laundry. Some girls just don't smell, it's annoying. When you take a pair from someone you want to bang and you catch a whiff of her ***** then nothing else matters. It's the quickest ****** ever, no more than 10 seconds to reach.
Over the years I've had loads of collections. They get so big I have to get rid of them and start again. After a while they lose that aroma and the original attraction.
Stealing a pair of panties that stink of a gorgeous girls lips is the best thing ever...FACT