The night at my crush's place was like a dream—until she left me alone in her room and I couldn't tear my gaze away from her laundry basket. Unable to control myself, I opened the lid, releasing the intimate scent of her dirty lingerie. I grabbed her thongs, lifted them to my nose, inhaling deeply. Her enticing musk teased my senses as I captured some of her sweet traces on my tongue, pretending I was licking her clean. "...

The basket is my downfall. Her essence is everywhere, each item a fragrant delight. Including, of course, her panties. Especially her panties; still soaked with last night’s lust. The aroma drives me wild; the smell of rutting overpowering. His cum mingled with hers… With pathetic moans, I suck the sodden fabric, savouring the tasty mélange, as I think of my wife and her lover. Wrapping the flimsy material around my pulsi...

April 1987 It had become a bit of a Saturday ritual. I’d cycle over to Matthew’s house mid-morning, and we’d spend the day doing boy stuff together. We were both into sport and keeping fit, so we’d maybe go for a three-mile run, do some fitness training in the garden, then watch TV or goof around in his room in the afternoon. Matthew’s mum and dad were very pretty laid back. They usually went shopping after lunch, and Lou...

Michael unlocked the door with a sigh, knowing that he had to go through with this, no matter how little he wanted to.The place still felt – even smelled – like home.  He’d grown up here, after all, and upgrading to new apartments every time a promotion made it possible meant that he had never really gotten attached to anywhere else.He had to let it go, though.  After much soul searching, he and his sister Paige had decid...