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My Panty Sniffer

Posted 5 days ago by Molly

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The room was bathed in the warm glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the tangled sheets. We’d been lounging in that hazy, post-midnight space where time seems to slow down to the rhythm of quiet breath and skin against skin. I was stretched out lazily, wearing nothing more than an oversized button-down, completely unbuttoned, and a simple pair of delicate silky panties.

He moved closer, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of my hip, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I leaned my head back against the pillows, my heartbeat quickening just a fraction as his gaze drifted lower. There was an unspoken hunger throbbing between us, the kind that makes every small gesture feel charged with intention.

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The Sissy Whore House On Wheels was such a success that we decided to give the sissy husbands a party. We decorated the yard in pink streamers, balloons, confetti, and sparkles. It looked fit for a princess. I displayed our new statue of our fairy mascot as the centerpiece surrounded by dainty little finger foods. We made a toast and congratulated them for being the most well known sissy whores. They had even made the local news. And word was spreading fast. The sissies were having a great time watching videos popping up all over social media. Videos of all of the cocks they sucked and fucked as we traveled from campsite to campsite and whored them out. Meanwhile the sissy wives were gleaming as they counted the thousands of dollars their sissy husbands had brought in. 

We all gathered for a game of Pin The Panties On The Sissy. Then we blind folded them one at a time and counted how many pairs of panties they could pin on the sissies in thirty seconds each. The wives and I were laughing our asses off and taking pictures and videos as they ran around. That’s when we saw the paparazzi.

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Oh, what a sight he was. My Sissy Slut Bob! Standing near the edge of the park with the water hose in his hand. Bob’s tall heels were set hip width apart, his ass pushed back with his fake tit’s lifted toward the sun. The cool water splashed out, soaking his bikini top and dripping water down his thighs. The pale pink bikini bottoms sucked tight to the too-big cage he was wearing. The whole reason behind our little fundraising car wash was so Bob could afford a tighter, smaller cage.

The cars honked as they drove by, and Bob shook his ass. “Pull the bottoms up,” I instructed while filming a little TikTok for Bob’s fans. Social media was how I set up most of Bob’s slutty events. The views, likes, and comments often bring in enough cash to fuel Bob’s video gaming addiction. He knows this, and every time the carema comes out, it’s like Bob knows he needs to perform.

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Welcome to the Sissy Wives Club where you will learn how to sissify your husband for fun and profit! You are all here today because you found your sissy husbands snooping around in your lingerie drawers, or maybe even your daughter’s sock and panty drawers. I’m here to tell you that the only thing you can do is embrace it. That urge is permanent so make the most of it ladies. You will soon realize how lucky you truly are. I have everything you need to turn your life around. Before you know it, your sissy husband will be doing all of the laundry and hanging the delicates out on the clothesline to dry. You will not believe how meticulously they will take care of all of the clothing and house work. I even have these French maid uniforms if you’d like to purchase them for your sissy husband. Don’t worry, I have everything you could possibly need to transform your life. You will need a whole new sissy wardrobe for them. And they need their own sissy boudoir. They will be so happy that they will be willing to do absolutely anything for you. Even slutting themselves out.

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You Were Made To Be Mounted

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“Wait, I’m not sure.” The quiver in your voice makes my pussy wet. I love that you’re unsure and scared. My hand rubs over your back gently, and I moan. After you slipped that little secret curiosity about being pegged, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking you. I’d convinced you to let me try, but still, you’re hesitant. “You’ll go slow?” You ask me over your shoulder, and I nod. It’s a lie. I have no intention of being gentle or slow once I break into your virgin asshole.

My hand slips over your ass cheeks, and I giggle when they clench. Then I cup your balls, kneading them in my hand as I purr, “You were made to be mounted, baby. Just relax.”

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The fan hitting my white sweat drenched dress was making my nipples hard. And the way it clung on to every curve of my body made it impossible to hide the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. To make things worse, I was so aroused by watching the instructor tie the knots, that I wasn’t learning how to do it. And now he was calling us up one at a time to test us on the different knots. I was mortified. My heart was racing. The only thing I could do was hope that I could see enough of the students do them that I learned how before my turn. I was trying so hard to pay attention but their backs were towards us so it was hard to see. And the knots were very confusing to me. I was so screwed. When he called my name, I knew everyone could see right through my dress. But at that point, it was my only hope. I thought maybe if I flirted with him, he would go easy on me. But I was wrong. He was not amused.

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The heat of the midsummer street festival was suffocating, a swirling vortex of neon lights, loud music and a thousand moving bodies. I slipped through dense clumps of strangers, my pulse hammering a frantic rhythm in my chest. I had a head start, but not a large one. Somewhere in this suffocating press of people, he was looking for me.

My skin was flushed, slick with a fine sheen of sweat that made the humid air cling to me like a second skin. Every brush of a shoulder, every accidental bump from the crowd sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight down my spine. It was a dizzying game of hide-and-seek. I darted between a group of laughing tourists and a couple locked in a breathless embrace, using their proximity as a temporary shield.

I stole a glance back over my shoulder. Through a parting in the crowd, our eyes locked. A sharp thrill shot through me. He had spotted me. The predatory smirk on his lips told me everything I needed to know about what would happen if those hands caught me.

Panic and desire flared in equal measure, a heady mix that made my knees weak. I bolted…

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I just discovered a new obsession with macrame. So when I saw a macrame plant hanger class, I had to sign up. I imagined a group of older ladies. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Most of the people taking the class were in their twenties and thirties, including a few guys.There was a handful of women in their forties and fifties. But the biggest shocker of all was the teacher. I assumed a macrame plant hanger class would be taught by an older hippie woman. That’s what I get for assuming. The teacher looked like one of those male models on the cover of a romance novel. You know the type. Tall, tanned, and muscular with long sunbleached golden hair blowing in the wind. Well, in this case it was getting blown by the fan. But you know what I mean.

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While I was wandering through the lingerie section, looking for something sexy and fun, I glanced up and saw a cute young man, following a tall smoke show a few aisles away. Something about the way the young man followed the other around screamed ‘Just Married.’ I smirked to myself. How delicious would it be to corrupt him. I picked out a few sets and moved towards the dressing room; I waited to enter, watching the couple until I was sure they’d be close enough for me to implement my plan.

I took the room closest to the entrance and stripped down, donning the lingerie as quickly as I could; then stood listening at the door. “Wait here. I’ll be trying these on.” I could hear the model, she was too good looking to not be a model. I heard her walk past my stall, opening doors until she found an empty room. Once I heard her door close, I opened mine and made eye contact with the young man who was waiting for her.

I smiled and stepped forward. “Hey, I need a second opinion. Do you think this looks good on me?” I half turned to show my back… Continue reading “Lingerie Shopping” →

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The grocery store was bustling with people trying to start their weekend fun. Everyone smelled of sunscreen and was hauling bags of ice, just itching to fire up the bar-b-que. I was only there for a few necessities I’d run out of, but I do love people-watching; you can see so many types of people here at the grocery store. Everyone’s gotta eat, right?

As I finished strolling around the aisles, I made my way to the checkout. All the lines were long, but I didn’t mind. I pushed my buggy over to the closest line and checked out the group in front of me. Three men, maybe in their late twenties, chatted together. The one closest to me was leaning over the buggy; the one in front of him had a 24-pack in his hands, and the other was prattling on about how hot Kelly was going to look in her bikini. I focused my attention on the man leaning over the buggy. Was that a diaper I spied peeking from the back of his shorts? Busted!

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