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Start of Stealing PantiesWhen I got to college as a small town freshman, I found myself surrounded by lots of sexy young women. We would drink, and even smoke pot. I was having a wild time. I didn’t have a roommate my first semester. I purchased some girly magazines, and enjoyed hours of drinking at dorm parties, followed by jerking off in the privacy of my dorm room. I started with Playboy (this was pre-pre-Internet!), and had a favorite edition with Patti McGuire. She later became the wife of tennis player, Jimmy Connors, but I loved her panty-clad photos (white, lace, side bows, sheer), and masturbated over her many times. Wish I still had that edition. Then I discovered Penthouse, which was even more graphic. I really enjoyed reading the fantasy stories in the Forum section and looking at hairy pussies of the smiling, open legged models. Nice!I had a couple of casual dates, all with non-intercourse sex involved. One particularly unattractive girl, Bev, got me stoned one night and then tried to give me a blow job. I couldn’t bahis firmaları get it up and that really hurt her feelings. She was known as the blow job queen of the dorm complex. Oh, well…I still enjoyed looking at pictures of women in panties, and fantasizing about what lay beneath the sheer nylon. And, like I did as a young teen, I still liked just looking at panties, even by themselves. Unpremeditated, I stumbled on a new trick. I would go down to the dorm’s basement laundry room to wash my clothes. I frequently would take books with me to study and would sit in the laundry room. I watched girls coming and going with their laundry. I dawned on me that they would have panties in their wash load, so, when I was alone, why not check it out? At first, I would take a dry load of a girl’s clothes out of the drier to empty it for my use. This was the common custom in the laundry room. Checking out the load’s contents, as long as no one else was around, I would look for her panties. No harm, right? Well, then it progressed. kaçak iddaa Even if the drier was still running, I would open it up and look inside, particularly if I knew the owner of the clothes was a cute girl. Finally, I did it: I removed and stole a woman’s panties. Back in my dorm room, I would look at them, play with them, and even wear them and masturbate even more. I loved the feel of the nylon lace, and I kind of liked feeling feminine. It was a scary sensation. I wasn’t interested in men, so I wasn’t “gay”, but I sure liked fantasizing as a woman. Not being enough, I stole several pair over a couple of months. Not enough to get noticed, very subtle, but it kept me happy.Sometimes, I would jerk off in them, watching my sperm load fill the cotton crotch of the panties. I would then allow these panties to dry, leaving a stain and smelling of sex. I could sniff one pair as I jerked off with another. I had several favorite pair, all full back bikinis:•sheer pinkish-white lace•pale yellow stretchy lace•bright pink kaçak bahis with white elastic around the leg openings and top band.I learned who the girl was who had owned them as I would pretend to being doing homework as I waited for my laundry down in the basement laundry room. I enjoyed watching her load her things into the drier, and then would secretly remove a pair. I would never take more than one at a time to avoid being too obvious. I’m sure that she missed them, but as I was never caught, she may or may not have figured out what was going on. (note: later, I met her again as she and her husband lived in the same neighborhood as me and my 1st wife. I enjoyed remembering wearing her panties. I still wonder if she ever figured it out). Anyway, I would wear a pair, such as the stretchy yellow lace bikinis and cum in the crotch of the white sheer lace or on the front of the bright pink pair. It was a real fantasy turn-on for me. Boy, could I cum! I would cum in them, on them, and with them! I enjoyed the smell of cum-crusted panties, after I had used them and put them away in my drawer. Just that smell, even today, reminds me of a panty covered pussy, dripping with sperm …my sperm. I will never get over my panty fetish! Smiling!
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