Confessions of a panty sniffer

To get straight to the point, I am addicted to sniffing used women's panties. Its a compulsion that hit me as a young man, unexpectedly, and one that I've not been able to get over ever since.

I suppose I could be addicted to something worse, like or narcotics, but this nearly uncontrollable desire to make myself cum as I bury my face in the soft, silky and preferably still warm under garments of every woman I meet has been filled with it's own dark twists and turns. It has certainly landed me in some uncomfortable situations. I've been embarrassed, shunned and even assaulted a few times. But it's also led to some amazing sexual gratification.

I could ramble on about it all day, but I suppose you aren't here to read all of that, you want to hear the details, right? How many different panties have a sniffed? WHOSE panties have a sniffed? How did this addiction come to be?

Well, let me start at the beginning. That would be years ago when I was a senior in high school, just a few months after my eighteenth birthday and a few months prior to graduation.

I had a date.

By that time I was not a virgin. I'd had sex with a couple of women, and I had eaten a couple of pussies.

But this was a big date.

At that time there was a movie out where the main character explains that it's best to masterbate before a big date, letting you go in with a clear head. It was also supposed to help you last longer in the event you had sex. So I decided to do just that. I was home alone, so I tried to find some porn, but back in the day of dial up internet that was not easy, especially when the family computer was in the living room.

I was begining to think I wasn't going to be able to get off before my date, then I saw something that spoke to me, a pair of fairly recently worn panties. I told myself I couldn't, but I was also to make a good impression on my date.