Diana's Week (Victim's Perspective)

I followed Marissa into her house after waving goodbye to Mr. Doe. What a strange but enlightening experience that was. Life felt kind of different now. I looked at Marissa's naked body as she shut the door. I can't believe I ever thought this was weird, it was the most natural thing in the world. Literally!

"So what was it that you forgot? And then remembered." I asked Marissa.

"I was going to shop for a dress for my cousin's party, but I was already running late and then having sex with that guy made me way too late. I'll just get one off Amazon."

I nodded. Too bad she forgot, but it's not like she missed a wedding or something.

"Hey, your pants are down." Marissa pointed out. I laughed! I didn't even realize it.

"Huh," I said, my white semen-stained panties on display. "I guess I should pull them up?"

"It makes it easier to walk, right?"

"Yeah." I admitted. But then I realized. "Well actually, it would be easier to just walk and sit in only my panties. I hope you don't mind the cum?"

"Not at all!" Marissa declared.

So we hung out. I half-lied earlier; I didn't have anything to show her, just wanted to talk about some guy I was interested in. I knew it was perfectly normal to be living in the same pair of cum-soaked panties for a week, but I figured I should wear something a little sexier if I'll be in the dating scene again, so I'd just wait the week out.

And that's what I did. I went to my job as a waitress, I slept, I spent time with my family. All with Mr. Doe's semen sloshing down below, which was kind of exciting, and funny, and maybe just a little naughty. I sloshed around wherever I went, each day getting a little stickier, but my body heat seemed to keep the semen warm and liquid.

Only two things were different: when I had to pee and when I had to shower. Mr. Doe said that I can't take them off for a week, and I thought it was a great idea, so I didn't want to risk anything going wrong if I only brought them down to my knees. When it was time to pee, I just opened the top of the panties and tried my best to get the pee out. I got pretty good at it, but the first few times I got some urine stuck in the mix. I'll admit that was gross, but Doe knows best.

Like most women, I showered nearly every day. Mr. Doe only ever simply told me to do this... not why. So if it was the cum that made it a great idea, I didn't want to ruin that with water. It was hard and I definitely splashed some shower water on them, but I maneuvered the shower head and my body in such a way that I would not damage the integrity of his suggestion.

Then it was a week. And I was nervous. I remembered that he said "at least" a week. This could mean it's an even better idea if I just waited longer, like applying stuff to your skin. So I did! Sadly, I woke up on night 9 pretty groggy and ended up peeing pretty badly in the panties. So I decided that it was just time to remove them. I did, and felt a bit of relief. This was all so good for me. I'm definitely better off for having this random guy's semen slosh around my private parts for over a week. (but the pee I could do without)

I went into bed, undies in hand, and did as he told me: I sniffed them. A lot, for a long time. I almost threw up. But I just knew this was such a great idea and I really tried my best to breathe deep and make sure I smelled everything. Then I tossed them into my bin and managed to sleep again... foregoing the underwear, because if spending all my private time in the nude this past week has shown me, (thanks Marissa!) I don't have a need for most of the clothes I own.