“Ain’t No Other Man” by Christina Aguilera
“Candy Man” by Christina Aguilera
“Pretty Woman” by Roy Orbison
“Under You” by Nick Jonas
“Close” by Nick Jonas ft. Tove Lo (Louis Vivet Remix)
“Weak” by AJR
“Switch” by Will Smith
“Get Right” by Jennifer Lopez
“Greedy” by Ariana Grande
“Swalla” by Jason Derulo
Chapter 1
TJ
“Used panties.”
I bite my lip as I type the words into the search box and click on the familiar website I’ve been going to for ages to satisfy my cravings.
I check my office door to make sure it is locked before I sink into my leather chair and start browsing through the offers. I need something pink. Something cute … but sassy. Something fiery and so damn wrong. Just like me.
What?
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to sniff panties.
A man has needs. Mine are just a bit more … outrageous.
It’s not a problem. No one’s getting hurt. As long as nobody knows, of course … because I’m sure my ass would be the first on the line.
I had my trusty door lock installed for this exact reason—so no one could come snoop on my serious business. Hey, a guy like me has to get his fix from somewhere, right?
I know, I know. Get laid.
Fuck some pussy.
Lick a clit.
That’s what all the other guys do, and I agree, it’s fantastic. But as amazing as having sex with a woman is, nothing can compare to smelling their scent on their panties. Nothing.
Which is why I have a drawer full of them at home.
Maybe it’s a stupid idea to search for some new ones here at the office, but I can’t help myself. Whenever I’m stressed out, I just need to distract myself by giving myself something nice. What can I say? I’m a self-enabler. Guilty as charged.
Still, as a man in my position, it can get quite dangerous at times.
Being the CEO of a company comes with the necessary levels of stress that I need to deflect, which I do … by sniffing panties.
Just your average hobby. Nothing more.
I smile as I come across pages and pages of delicious panties, but nothing looks even remotely like what I’m looking for. Rubbing my lips together, I wonder whether today is not my day. I’m not willing to give up yet, though. I still have cravings to satisfy.
So I click away and find a new website. I haven’t been to this site before, and I don’t recognize it. It’s new. And when I open the page, the first thing I notice is that just one person runs it.
A girl, nonetheless. And she has a collection of panties for sale that could make any man’s tongue drop.
Fuck.
Sweet pink, canary yellow, ocean blue, fiery red … in all the crazy fabrics. She’s got them all.
“Mother of God,” I mutter, leaning in as I grasp my laptop tight. “I’ve hit the mother lode.”
A girl with a slightly curvy, streamlined body, thin but with a perky butt … in the most perfect pair of panties I’ve ever seen. And she’s posted the most mouthwatering pictures.
Deal.
I don’t even have to check the price. I don’t care.
I’m so damn easy to persuade.
When I see something I want, I go for it, no matter the cost. And hot damn … do I want to smell that pussy on those panties, I think to myself as I stare at that perfect pair of pink see-through panties on her round butt.
Licking my top lip, I search for a buy button, but I find nothing except a contact form. I shrug. I have no problem emailing her to get the job done. Nothing breaks the uncomfortable barrier quite like talking directly to the girl responsible for your jerk-off even though you know you’ll never meet her in person.
Is it shady?
Is it all kinds of wrong?
Hell fucking yes, but you know what they say about addicts … nothing will get in the way of their fix.
And if this is my addiction, then so be it. At least it won’t kill me, so I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.
I open the contact form and start typing away.
From: [email protected]
Hello,
I’m interested in buying some of your panties. If I’m happy with your service, I’ll probably buy more too.
I like the pink lace. Do you have a sample for me? More pictures? More options?
I’m curious to find out more about the story behind them as well if you’re willing to divulge.
Looking forward to your answer,
Panty Sniffing Boss
I smirk.
Yeah, thought up that little gem all by myself.
It’s not like I can just come out with my name and let the whole damn world know I’m a pervert, now can I? I need to be undercover. Subtle and secretive. Like a ninja.
No one knows anything about me. Or at least, nothing I don’t want them to know. Like this, for example. Only one person has found out, and it didn’t end well. Suffice to say, I learned my lesson the hard way. Never share your private secrets with anyone, and make sure they never find out without you knowing it either. It stops everyone from getting hurt.