Your panties missing or used, a question for the preyed-upon

One night me and my buddy were sleeping in my tent in the back yard. We were 13 or 14 at the time. We stole a pair of pantys of my hot milf neighbors clothes line. We got naked in the tent stroked our cocks fantasizing her sweet pussy, blew our loads in the crotch then put them back on the line. I often wonder if she ever noticed our young seed in those sexy panties. Was a very hot session.
 
My wife gives me her worn panties when she undresses at night (and lately they have been soaked through) and loves watching my put them to my nose.

While I love it there is something a lot more erotic when you are able to get your hands on a pair you shouldn't. Been a few months since I found a good pair but I am always on the lookout.
 
My wife has been 100% on board with my panty fetish and knows that chances are over the years her panties have been used. To prove the point we will often leave a pair at the top of the laundry hamper in our bathroom before we have guests over, we take a picture of it before and then when all the guests have left we go and see if anything has been moved. So far her panties have never been in the same place as we left them and often much wetter than they were before.

She openly says that the thought of someone enjoying her scent is a big turn on for her and normally after this experiment she is extremely aroused.

On the topic of them getting stolen she is not that happy. Generally she wears expensive panties and they normally form part of a set and by stealing them any pleasure from people enjoying them goes pretty quickly.
oh wow. This is exactly what I do - except my wife doesn't know. I love it!!!
 
When I was a teenager, I used to feed my neighbours cat when she went travelling for work to earn some pocket money. She wasn't overly attractive but had an exquisite collection of lingerie including both satin and lace panties and being the pervert I am/was, I would always take the opportunity to go through her drawers. I never took a pair or wanked into them but I remember touching them and holding them to my face. I remember this one black soft sheer panties she had left in her laundry hamper with her dried discharge on it. I smelt it and even licked it while wanking into a some toilet paper with her cat watching me!
 
Growing up I let my brothers wear my panties because I could tell they must feel nicer. I only noticed they disappeared or were being used when my son and his friends were teens. I admit it’s flattering, but I know boys will be boys! šŸ¤ŖšŸ¤­ā˜ŗļø
Many years ago I dated a lady that would buy panties for me to wear when with her - often those were the only thing she wanted me wearing.
 
When I was at summer camp, there was a rumor that a boy had stolen me and one of my cabin mate’s underwear. I doubt it was true. It’s gross to think of someone taking my underwear without consent.
 
I've never stolen panties off a complete stranger although I have been sorely tempted when visiting friends' houses, especially if they keep their linen basket in the bathroom.

Before we were dating (we shared a house before getting together) I did use to go into my future wife's bedroom and underwear drawer when she was out, and wear her panties to jack off (didn't cum into them though). I did later confess this to her once we'd been together for a while and I felt secure enough to open up about having a lingerie fetish, and she donated a couple of thongs she'd outgrown, which became part of our sex playtime.

I've satisfied the fetish other ways, like buying secondhand bra and panty sets off eBay, and once moved into a house recently vacated by a bunch of student girls who'd left discarded underwear all over the place. I masturbated constantly for about a fortnight, three or four times a day wearing and ejaculating into all those bras and panties, before other tenants arrived and the whole sperm-encrusted haul had to go in the bin 🤣
 
Nice. Women should hopefully consider a pair swipped or used panties as a sign of tribute, that she make the guy so hot that just her panties turned him on the point the he needed to wrap them around his cock and jack off, moaning out her name as he came.
 
I’m shocked by the positive response. I always assumed a woman would be ultra pissed about something like this happening.
 
Well, I think this can only piss off a woman. What we guys think is bought just for sex, for the girls, in the most of case, is a normal shopping. Then ok, something special can be bought for theirs men, but the idea that someone other have rummaged by their drawers, between their most private things, well I think them dissaprove. Anyway, this question should be asked to the guys that have been caught red handed.
 
Well, I think this can only piss off a woman. What we guys think is bought just for sex, for the girls, in the most of case, is a normal shopping. Then ok, something special can be bought for theirs men, but the idea that someone other have rummaged by their drawers, between their most private things, well I think them dissaprove. Anyway, this question should be asked to the guys that have been caught red handed.
You are undoubtedly correct, much as I wish you were not. šŸ™
 
I’m shocked by the positive response. I always assumed a woman would be ultra pissed about something like this happening.

If it's a random or not emotionally attached guy doing it on the sly, yes, most women would feel pissed off and violated.

In a relationship where partners are open with each other, it can be part of consensual sexy play. My former and current wives both knew/know I like to wear their panties and masturbate and cum in them.

My wife called me on a break when she was away at a conference one weekend and happened to catch me in mid-wank, and it turned me on like crazy to tell her I was close to cumming with a pair of her panties wrapped around my cock, and moaning down the phone as I pumped my semen into them.
 
I have way too many panties. a mixture of tangas, cheekys, hipsters, boy shorts, and thongs. Also, I've seized a few pairs of boxer briefs as trophies and wear them to bed.

Despite way too many pairs, I have the core team of my favorites. One of those was a simple pair of stretch cotton bikini pants with a leopard print. It's hardly very sexy compared to the rest of the collection. But this was my yoga pair. Comfortable no matter what the position. I even called them ā€œHankā€ because it rhymes with stank, which was how they tended to smell after a hot yoga class.

Anyway, I had to travel a few months ago and asked the couple in the apartment next door to feed my cat. Yes, I have a cat. He’s a total asshole, don’t judge me.ā€

When I returned home a few days later, it was time to do the laundry. As I was sorting, I noticed Hank was missing. I looked everywhere but could not find it. I accused the cat, who has been known to bury himself in my dirty laundry.

A day or two later, I saw my neighbor Denise and thanked her for cat-sitting. She said she would pass it on to Colin, her husband, do did the feeding and cat box cleaning.

That was a little surprising. Not that Colin would care for the cat, but my underwear went missing on his watch, and I decided to play a little detective.

I have a ring camera on my bookshelf pointed at the cat tree to watch Dangles (the cat’s name) when I’m working. It is in the living room, and it has picked up some enjoyable couch activity, but that’s a good story for another time.

The images are motion-captured, and I can see when Colin enters and exits. Including on the third day of my trip, when he crossed the camera’s path, and in his hand, I could see Hank.

Colin was headed out, but then turned and went into my bathroom which is just out of sight of the camera. The camera continued to record for about thirty seconds after the last movement, so all I could do was hear. He didn’t bother to shut the door, and the sound was a little muffled, but I distinctly heard the rhythmic sound of masturbation. The camera shut off before I could hear any more.

About three minutes later, the camera picked him up and left my apartment. I could not if Hank was in his pocket but he must have been. So, now, what do I do? Hank is gone and I doubt he’s coming back.

My neighbor has my sweat and love soaked panties and is using them to pleasure himself, and I find that hot. It’s not that I’m attracted to him, but the idea that he is attracted to me, and has inhaled my most intimate scent does turn me on. When I see him now, I feel a little turned on.

I was thinking of leaving a soiled pair on this car as a cat sitting gift and letting him know that I know.

I don’t want to get him in trouble with his wife. He’s just a guy doing guy things.

Still, I have a trip coming up in a few weeks. I think I’ll have a date over to my house the night before, so my laundry pile will have something extra on top.
Such a good story. Definitely need to give him a little tease in some way!
 
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