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Fetish

Fetish was always part of her worldview. The slut watched her from the window from the day she could walk, till today. Many years had passed and she grew to be a beautiful woman. She would always be the girl next door, his own little fetish. The one he jerked off to in secret, and the owner of the first pair of underwear he had stolen.


The day he took those pair of white cotton panties with the flowers on them. He jerked off five times before washing them. They were so stained with cum that there was no possible way to nut off a sixth time in them. Regretfully he washed them, but how do you get her scent? It wasn’t the same if they didn’t smell like her tiny little crevice. His fetish was that scent.


Usually, a panty thief doesn’t return the pair, but he did. He slipped back into her home, put them back in her drawer, and waited. Peeping through the window. The voyeur watched through the window until he saw them back in the clothes hamper. It was a gold mine in there, but of course, he couldn’t take them all. She would notice if every pair of her expensive lingerie were gone.

He wasn’t ready to reveal his secret fetish for jacking off in women’s panties.

Most men have done it, but the majority of them would never admit to such a deviant act. Secretly most of them started off with their Mother’s granny panties and as they evolved. They find their sister’s sexy undies and they realized that they’re addicted. There is no turning back after the first stroke. Your cock will betray you every time. Way back then you never imagined how deep into this addiction you would fall. Now there is no light at the end of the tunnel. Your cock needs to feel that cotton, silk, or lace, just to explode. You’re hooked on the fetish baby.


As you sit on the bed, dirty undergarments wrapped around your cock. You can’t help but confess you’re a dirty perv, addicted to your pretty panty fetish fun. Whisper all the dirty details while I give you instructions to jack your cock and tell you where to cum. Before we return this pair, there will be enough DNA on them to make a crime lab jealous. Don’t worry, no one will ever find out that you have a jerk off fetish. I promise to never tell a soul how you really spend your Friday nights. It will be our little secret, well ours, and the underwear, but who are they going to tell?