Dirty Knickers

Well another weekend flies by. Back on my travels now in yet another hotel room. I went home on Friday night and didn't have the energy to get myself out there and find some cock or pussy. Heaven knows I could've used some!

My usual routine when back in my flat revolves around washing. Sorting, washing, drying, ironing, you know the drill!

My main problem is knickers. I have to take a least ten pairs with me if I'm away a week and sometimes more. There's always something making me wet during a day and so a change is often required. This means a trip to the washroom, drop my current damp pair to the floor, use them to mop up my moist lips and then put on a new pair. If I've really been turned on by something or someone I'll have to masturbate in there too, quietly of course! Then the old pair get really wet and smelly. My case when I return is quite pungent!

I suppose that either grosses you out or turns you on, I'm sure you can guess which category I fit into. The smell of used underwear raises my heart rate somewhat as I associate it with being close to a cock or pussy as I'm removing the garment that was previously encasing it. Before you ask, shit doesn't have the same affect! Don't get me wrong, I love touching and licking ass as well as pushing things up there that really shouldn't!

My suitcase is now full of clean undies again and another week has started. I'm hoping I get to have some fun this week so I can tell you all about it, if not I'll regale you with a story from my past.

Do reply want you, I know you're out there reading this and I'd love to hear from you..

Sara

xx