Panty sniffing

On several other websites I'm on, this topic would have been "Ever Look in a Friend's Hamper, and Smell the Jockstraps". You know, especially with usernames on there like "jocksniffer".

Now. THIS topic is about "panties". Which makes me wonder, how folks feel about other people wanting to sniff their panties, whether while they're wearing them, or if they are put in a hamper for washing.

Because i will tell you this: If folks know i wore a jockstrap and it causes them to have the desire to sniff my manly "pheremonic" scent, I'd be flattered they could get off on it, as i'm glad to have that kind of affect & effect on people,

Old age memory, failure then sudden recall is happening with me. I look into Zity most days now and love this subject as I've been a sniffer for many years starting with my wifes undies - so I thought - then I remembered this.

I was at junior school and haven't a clue how it started but as I like to take part in anything that's going I did.

I would drop a pencil just when Miss Armitage our teacher would pass through the aisle between the desks and maybe stop to help the pupil sat in front of me. Might have been a boy or girl but that doesn't matter.

Bear in mind I am going back to the late 40s early 50s, so there were no tights or pantyhose as you call them over the pond. Just stockings, suspenders and then the bare delicious thighs above.

To retrieve the pencil I would swoop down still at my seat and look up Miss Armitage's skirt as she bent over the pupil's desk and daringly stuff my head as high as possible between her legs, sniffing hard.

Because that time has well past I can't remember how long I was able to remain sniffing and indeed what I could smell, but there definitely was an attractive odour. Luckily my gang were all sitting near so didn't report me. Did we discuss it later? Haven't a clue.

If I could go back to then knowing what I know now, I would notice her knickers in detail, see if there was any pubic hair poking out as they could well be loose in design, remember - shaving the pussy which was bound to be hirsute was not done then.

Ah the good old days.

Without having to go into lengthy and boring detail, as a very confused and rebellious teenager who was still exploring and learning about my gender and sexuality, I became very close friends with a young mother of one of my school friends. Her husband was in the navy and was away from home for long spells at a time. She was left at home to bring up 3 young kids alone. Although it was only after I had confided in her one evening and came out with my gender issues, that I found out that she was working as a street sex worker.

Some might say it was my downfall, but I would say it was the making of me, and taught me about life and growing up, but I also ended up getting involved in prostitution, drinking and mild drugs. This resulted in me getting a criminal record for soliciting many years ago.

Myself and Jenny became very close friends and she took me under her wing and helped me when my parents threw me out when I told them that I wanted to be a girl. Gender dysphoria was unheard of then, and when I had my ears pierced and started to wear make up, perfume and feminine clothes they kicked me out.

With Jenny's help I started living and dressing as a girl. I had no money, or job, but needed money to buy clothes and accessories, so I also started working the streets with Jenny.

The other girls were a bit reluctant to accept me into their group to start with, but as I got to know them, they came round and I soon became just one of the group.

Jenny and the other girls taught me everything, from make up tricks, to clothes style, and obviously all about sex and how to pleasure a man, and also what, and how women liked to be pleasured.

The girls worked from a street corner with a telephone box and a post office. There was no shelter from the weather other than that post office doorway and the telephone booth. We all used to cram into the phone box if it was raining, or huddle together in the doorway of the post office to keep warm on cold nights. We would laugh, talk, drink cans of cider and smoke cigarettes and joints.

Some nights the girls were busy and other nights were quiet.

There was a regular guy who used to drive round. He had a white estate car. The girls were all friends with him and he was known as Gus. He would let the girls sit in his car, sometimes there could be 10 of us in the car at once. He always got a free BJ. as thanks, and also a pair of knickers. He collected the knickers and would sniff them during the night, often before he got his BJ.

Not far away there was a big railway freight yard, he used to work there in the daytime. He would arrange girls for the workers on night shift. He would take us down there in his car, and we would have to climb up into wagons and then we would have sex with the men who he had arranged it for. At the time obviously all I would do was a BJ or hand job.

The money was fantastic, and it was really good for myself and Jenny to get this sort of money. All Gus ever wanted was a Bj and a pair of worn knickers off one of the girls.

To this day, I honestly don't know if Gus ever knew that I was trans. It was always dark and although I had given him hand jobs and Bus he had never commented, or said anything to me. He was possibly just too polite? I will never know.

But one week Jenny said that the girls had decided that I was the one who was going to have to give him my knickers this week, as I had never done it yet. In her words, "the girls wanted to tease him this week ".

At the start of the week when we were getting ready to go out, she put a pair of

my knickers on herself, she worked on herself to get an orgasm, then gave me back the soaking wet knickers to wear for the night.

They were soaking and her musty smell was soon on my genitals. While it was a bit uncomfortable wearing soaking wet knickers for many hours, I have to admit that it was a fantastic turn on for me as well as for her.

It was agreed that as I was going to be the donor this week, I would have to wear the shortest dress I had got. The drying wet patch and Jenny's musty smell were virtually impossible to hide, but not anywhere near as difficult to hide other things as I struggled to take the knickers off in the car for him. However I managed and he got both his treats.

The next time only I wore his souvenir for the evening, just to confuse him. As always he accepted both his treats without any further comments other than thank you.

I am still very good friends with Jenny now, although we have both lost contact with everyone else. We still talk about those times of almost 35 years ago and we still laugh about it. They were probably the happiest days of my life, even though many will say I was foolish. I often wonder if Gus is still alive and it would be interesting to try and make contact if he is. His real name was Jon we found out, but all his work colleagues called him Gus for obvious reasons

I guess I'm a perv... Whenever I was invited to a Christmas or thanksgiving party, I would seek out the master bedroom and hamper, honestly I think I licked the crotch and cum out of most of my bosses wives pussy.

Some I took home to share with my bride!!!

This thread has exposed some of the most sleazy thieves I have seen on this website.

Sniffers would be SOL here. There are three of us living here and our panties don't smell. Well I guess they would if we went on a camping trip, running or something. But normally there is no smell. Plus if we caught someone in the laundry room they would be told to get out.

Sniffing my wife's panties is fine, but only if were horny before and use it all the day

I started baby sitting when I was in 7th grade.

Once the kids we asleep I always checked out the hamper and the wife's underwear drawer. A lot of beating off while babysitting, I was very good about flushing away the evidence.

I had a friendship with a chap, not any more, going back about 20 years – he ended it suddenly, baffling me and I often visited his house to work in his shed. He was loaded and everything he had was the best and latest but he never imposed that on our friendship. We had identical hobbies and he had modified his shed into a grand workshop, well he hadn't – he got a man in to do it for him. I had free range if he wasn't in, maybe walking the dogs, but I was expected, so Sandy his wife would let me in, I would walk through into the nether regions of this lovely listed building, through the utility room and into the back garden and to the workshop.

As usual visiting any household, my eyes would scan for any female accoutrements lying around and there on top of the washing machines – yes two of them, would be a large basket with dirty clothes. The household consisted of him and Sandy, his not attractive obese wife, thick as two short planks actually. They had four fucking hot daughters, two married, another twenty two year old in a relationship but still lodged in this large, very old house and the youngest Donna who lived at home while finishing studies at college before going on to a local university, she was seventeen.

Passing through the utility room, generally alone and with the advantage of knowing the layout of the place and used to the nearby footfall I would dip into the wash basket and rummage finding not only my hosts underpants but several pairs of knickers. It was easy to discern Sandy's by the size and style, she had a not uninteresting gusset odour, but the prize treasures were a mixture of tiny frilly panties, regular panties and thongs in various materials and colours.

I had things to do but before that things to sniff and lick. Sometimes crusty gussets, some even still warm and damp, some with the slightest of stain, some perfectly clean and the odd one with possibly a youthful skidmark. The whole family would often throw parties and with my intimate secret knowledge, I could ogle the ladies of the household with great pleasure.

Much much later after he had cast me abruptly aside, it did occur to me that he had spotted me sniffing his beloved relatives undies on a CCTV camera. There wasn't one obvious in the utility room but I knew they were installed round the exterior because of the refined location and obvious wealth. To have them in a room with access to the garden, such as the utility room made sense, so I don't know and he never explained.

Darlo said

. . . . Much much later after he had cast me abruptly aside, it did occur to me that he had spotted me sniffing his beloved relatives undies on a CCTV camera. There wasn't one obvious in the utility room but I knew they were installed round the exterior because of the refined location and obvious wealth. To have them in a room with access to the garden, such as the utility room made sense, so I don't know and he never explained.

I don't blame your friend. You broke a covenant of friendship when you were spying around his house. You should know that there are cameras everywhere these days and you better not do anything you wouldn't tell people about because you are on camera much more often than you think. Our house is wired with cameras inside and outside in strategic locations--pointing at doors, windows, places in the house where an intruder would have to walk getting from one area to another, valuables in various rooms and half a dozen outside areas. There would be plenty of identification media for the police.

No chance of peeping inside your wash basket then Susie.

So a morality lecture in this site of all places. I did ponder whether to leave that last paragraph in as it could raise a comment as is it has, but it's all true, as it happened so please back off - you don't know the back story.

This chap owes a lot, not cash, and I mean a lot to me and seems to have forgotten it. What I did for him way out plays my sneaky snooping, yes naughty, disgraceful - but that WAS me in those years. Not any more.

Yes cameras are everywhere these days, but at that time they weren't apart from very obvious CCTV outside. This is the UK and we are very often behind the times in IT etc.

Be interesting to know when you installed your internal setup but I am not concerned.

Sure we have all done things we regret but doing things, jobs etc for someone no matter what you have done for them isn't an excuse to invade privacy and sniff his wife /daughters panties.

Whilst not the most terrible of things to do it is a massive breach of trust and if a friend of mine was caught doing that esp to my offsprings underwear I would be fuming and certainly they would not be invited back round.

Ethan, don't you get on the same preaching box please. What ever I did for this bloke was of no consequence at the time and was not the reason to rummage the wash basket. I did that anywhere I was in various friends and relatives houses if could get a chance of something for my addiction - I didn't need it as an excuse.

This sounds really juvenile. If there is a pair of panties on the floor of the laundry room, I assume they belong in the hamper. Sure, they could have been dropped coming out of the dryer, but into the hamper they go.

(Climbing down from my box)

Certainly wasn't preaching merely trying to say that I can see it from the other persons point of view and understand not wanting to have you back. I would be very unhappy if I caught a friend actually sniffing the used or clean underwear of my family.

As far as I am concerned you and anyone one else can sniff what ever takes their fancy so long as it isn't in my house.

. . . . This chap owes a lot, not cash, and I mean a lot to me and seems to have forgotten it. What I did for him way out plays my sneaky snooping, yes naughty, disgraceful - but that WAS me in those years. Not any more. . . . .

Be interesting to know when you installed your internal setup but I am not concerned.

If this guy doesn't owe you cash, whatever you did for him was presumably because you two are or were friends and no payback should be required for what friends do for each other, but if there is no reciprocation, it isn't a friendship. Payback doesn't have to be in like or kind, it just has to show thoughtfulness. Either way, I don't think he owes you a sniff of his wife's panties.

We had a surveillance system installed about ten years ago when my husband started collecting very expensive toys (I'm a relatively simple girl) and the cameras were updated to color and IR HD a few years ago. It's a hard wired system.

@Darlo said

So a morality lecture in this site of all places. I did ponder whether to leave that last paragraph in as it could raise a comment as is it has, but it's all true, as it happened so please back off - you don't know the back story.

This chap owes a lot, not cash, and I mean a lot to me and seems to have forgotten it. What I did for him way out plays my sneaky snooping, yes naughty, disgraceful - but that WAS me in those years. Not any more.

For this site's members to enjoy exploring their kinks and sexual interests does not imply absence of any morality when dealing with other people. It is not a case of anything goes, so don't expect to see much approval of anything that is a breach of trust or is non-consensual.

Please do not try to justify such an intrusion by saying you did something for him in the past. Whatever you might have done for him, he didn't owe you a sneaky inspection of his wife and daughters' underwear in the wash basket. If you had been a true friend, you wouldn't have behaved in that way, and also remember you did that before the two of you fell out.

A friend would have respected his friend's family's privacy - and you didn't. I'm afraid there is no escaping that fact.

Hey why me??????? I have read back through this thread. Wife, sister, friends of both, friends, where visiting all feature for raiding hampers as you like to call it and are not preached on from a high..So there are many breaches of trust documented and most are non-consensual

I gave an honest post, maybe that was the problem, too much detail.

Hey why me??????? I have read back through this thread. Wife, sister, friends of both, friends, where visiting all feature for raiding hampers as you like to call it and are not preached on from a high..So there are many breaches of trust documented and most are non-consensual

Actually, if you have read this thread properly, I think you'll find you aren't the only one whose attitude/behaviour has been challenged.

I should tell you that you would have gotten away with your first post in making a confession of what you did - as many others here have done - if you hadn't also tried in a subsequent post to justify your actions. Just to remind you of what you said -

... This chap owes a lot, not cash, and I mean a lot to me and seems to have forgotten it. What I did for him way out plays my sneaky snooping, yes naughty, disgraceful - but that WAS me in those years. Not any more.

Apparently you resent your former friend because he apparently found you out, disliked what you did, and didn't overlook it. Personally, I think you were lucky that his only response was to break off the friendship without further consequences. I've seen bitter feuds started over much less than this.

My advice is to try looking at this from his point of view and not only your own.

I have re-read this thread from Beezneez 20/1/14 and found 1 mild rebuke in 3/8/14 - and One serious challenge and that was Susie. There are many in support, it wasn't my idea and the issue with my ex friend is not worth a bunch of shit in my opinion. IF that was the reason he dumped me, fair enough, I would too in his situation - but who knows?

I have many good friends, though I haven't a clue if they enter this site.

darlo said

I have re-read this thread from Beezneez 20/1/14 and found 1 mild rebuke in 3/8/14 - and One serious challenge and that was Susie. . . . .

You aren't the only person I criticized. Your ilk doesn't have much class.

Sniff your own partner's panties.

I have sniffed my wife's knickers and many many others when visiting us or we visited them. I am not alone in having this fetish.

My “ilk” ?

This website is dominated by the type of people of such ilk that I find totally weird, yes kinky it is and shall remain, thank goodness. I happened onto Zity by a need to talk and discuss my kinks and sniffing knickers used to be one. I enjoyed my daring adventures.

I am a member of several forums, not sex, kinks or anyway deviant but I have never been knocked back by moderators who are so far up their own orifices because of a liking to inject liquids and the like up whichever fundament they wish. Good luck to them anyway, that's their kink.

I don't know if the bloke who dumped me spied on me. You don't know the reason either but jumped on me for suggesting that it might have been.

As far as I read. this website doesn't exist because of friendship, it's about people airing their sexual and other oddities and you moderators have no right to attack forum members who deviate slightly from your holier than thou attitudes. How many members have commented on our statements in this thread? I would also ask how many members take up on a subject other than enema?

@darlo said

I am a member of several forums, not sex, kinks or anyway deviant but I have never been knocked back by moderators who are so far up their own orifices because of a liking to inject liquids and the like up whichever fundament they wish. Good luck to them anyway, that's their kink.

That is erroneous. I have no interest in enemas, and enemas are nothing to do with this thread anyway.

I don't know if the bloke who dumped me spied on me. You don't know the reason either but jumped on me for suggesting that it might have been.

I've been around quite a bit, and so has Susie. What we are saying isn't a wild guess, but is a logical inference based on your own statements. To remind you of what you originally said -

Much much later after he had cast me abruptly aside, it did occur to me that he had spotted me sniffing his beloved relatives undies on a CCTV camera. There wasn't one obvious in the utility room but I knew they were installed round the exterior because of the refined location and obvious wealth. To have them in a room with access to the garden, such as the utility room made sense, so I don't know and he never explained.

I will address the other comments you made about us in a personal message.

Oh my, someone has an attitude problem. My prediction is that uncouth behavior coupled with a belligerent attitude will lead to an early demise. Off this site at least.

OMG yes! Many times I have done this.

After seeing the reactions here you may want to think twice about doing it again. Personally, I'd be enraged if I caught anyone doing this in my house. How tacky.

I'm a little surprised and saddened to see the overall tone of this thread become so hostile and negative. I understand all the points of view that have been raised, but overall I look to Zity as a supportive, informative, inspiring, and arousing collection of conversations on a wide range on topics. There are plenty of topics I'm not into for whatever reason, and I do not post there. I don't look to others here to tell me what is morally, ethically, religiously, or legally right and wrong. I look for people with similar experiences, desires, or fantasies to feed my own imagination. I hope there is room here for people to discuss their love of sniffing dirty panties without a lot of "you're going to hell, you're going to jail." criticism.

And while I'm here I might as well say I enjoy sniffing some dirty panties. I don't go for random panties, and I'm not into skid marks. If I first find the woman attractive, then the evidence of her wet pussy having soaked into a gusset is a very arousing thing to me. Sniffing them satisfies a naughty, dirty urge that turns my crank.

I wish you all peace and dirty dreams.

I'm a little surprised and saddened to see the overall tone of this thread become so hostile and negative. . . . .

It isn't hostile or negative.

We simply disagree with him. There's nothing wrong with that.

This would be a boring place if we all said, "Oh, yeah. Good job, get into those hampers and smell your friends' wives' dirty panties."

Some of us think that is NOT how we should treat our friends and we said so.

Well I think it is ok if somebody wants to smell a woman's used underwear if he is her husband, her boyfriend or her partner and she does not mind it. I think it is not so bad if he does it and she does not even know about it if they are sex partners anyway. I get that a man maybe likes scents and thinks about where that scent comes from. It is different to somebody who is meant to be a friend poking around invading your privacy though in your house when they are supposed to be trusted not to. If anybody did that in our house and they sniffed my stuff they would not be coming back, that is for sure. It would be creepy to think somebody had been through my things.

Only once, at the home of a woman who was letting me stay a few days. Friend of a friend. She was so gorgeous I could not imagine her panties could be dirty so when she was out I checked. They were dirty and she was still gorgeous. No desire to sniff however.

I love smelling wifes thongs. It gets me so hard a use them to cum.