Missing In Action

By on March 14, 2012.

14th March 2012

I found them underneath the foot of the bed, a little crumpled up ball of lace and satin just waiting to be found. They are not my panties and when I showed them to Sir he smiled and said they were definitely not his either and so it would seem that someone has lost their knickers.

Dirty panties hanging from mirror

Keeping her

They smell of her and I can see her dried juices on them. I have spent ages with them pressed to my face, drawing her scent into me with every breath, my eyes closing as the memories of her flood my mind; the taste of her on my tongue, the look in her eyes as I slid my fingers into her and the feel of her cunt as she came for me.

smelling her panties

Remembering her

As I draw them up over my thighs and admire them in the mirror my reflection is clouded by the image in my head as I remember seeing her in them for the first time. They way they framed and accentuated the beautiful curve of her bottom and the contrast between the black lace, the flawless skin and then eventually the red bruising dances before my eyes and I reach out and run my fingers over my own marks that I still carry from the weekend.

wearing her dirty panties

Wearing her

I can feel myself growing wet as my mind plays over our time together and before I know what I am doing I am slipping my fingers beneath the waist band and reaching into my own juices. Laying back on the bed I let my mind finally go and I am back on my knees in front of her, my mouth devouring her clit and my fingers filling her cunt. I can see her lips parted and her breath comes in short little gasps and she lies back against him and lets me take her. He asks her if I am good, her reply is whispered and I can’t hear it but when I look up at him he is smiling. She comes on my fingers and I feast on her juices and I come at the memory of her and all that surpassed between her and I

Touching us

They are back on the corner of the mirror now and I have checked a few times that they still smell of her and not of me. I shall not wear them again in case I contaminate them with my smell, instead I shall keep them safe and enjoy their heady scent and the memories of her until such time as returns and reclaims them as her own again.

Smelling her dirty panties

Her Scent


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  1. I wish I didn’t know who they belong to! The thought of the two of
    you together is driving me nuts! Wish I could’ve been a fly on the wall or better still a participant! πŸ˜‰ Px

  2. We love the way our memories (and other things) are aroused by our sense of smell. A vivid and sexy post to which we can certainly relate. And we love your eyes in the final shot.

  3. This reminds me of my experience with Jody – so loving, sensual, sexy, pleasurable. I want it again, I want it so bad. I wish I had a souvenir of the night. Thank you for a post I can 110% relate to.

  4. This is delightfully erotic. I can’t get enough of the photos! Your description of the experience and the afterglow makes me want a girlfriend even more than I already do! Nothing compares to making love to a woman.

  5. One of the hottest posts. Made me wet too thank you! the only reason i go out wearing paties is because G loves to order me to remove them in pulic and leave them in the most public places… in restaurants under the table, out in the street, or hanging on a car;s mirror… feeling like a slut afterwards while thinking that he or she who will find them will try to imagine which public slut left them in common view. thanks for the post!

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