Straight Female / 29
I Know This Disgusts Some People, But I Get Turned On Smelling A Woman
Caught in a world that I wasn't prepared for. I was that girl who grew up in a small town, suburb really, with Church and good parents. I went to college a virgin. I was there one week, still not eighteen, and I went to an orientation. One of the guys, a senior, giving the orientation talked about good study habits, joining clubs, all the stuff that they tell you at orientation. What he didn't tell me was to keep my pants on. He fucked me that night and I got pregnant.
He liked me, you can tell. He wasn't excited that I was pregnant but definitively 'you are going to keep the baby'. He was graduating the next Spring semester, so to him it was a whole other world. I was just starting. I didn't turn eighteen until later in the fall. He didn't abandon me, but any contact with him was sexual and me adopting the housekeeping role. His apartment was so bad, I gagged the first time I cleaned the bathroom (could have been morning sickness, that's what he says). I cleaned and cleaned until my fingers looked bad, my nails were almost falling off from some much bleach on everything. The refrigerator? The carpets had never been vacuumed, the stove? Everything. And I was pregnant.
I did his laundry, one of the girlfriend duties you get in college. His clothes were ratty, and full of holes. Smelled so bad. He was a senior but he hadn't taken care of himself for ever. I put the sheets in the trash, they weren't worth giving to Goodwill, stained with cum and other girl's blood. I found panties under his bed, panties behind the door of the bathroom, panties under the couch. This boy got around.
Now this is bad, so forgive me. I kept all the panties. I put them in a bag and took them back to my dorm. I smelled them. I rubbed my face with them. All these girls that he had fucked. It was so peaceful to lay back on my bed, with a pair of some girl's panties on my face, breathing in their left over smell. I don't know if it as being pregnant, but I got wet every time. I wasn't into inserting things in my vagina, but playing with my clit was another thing. I tried on all of the panties, to size up the girls. I wasn't jealous, just interested.
Of course I didn't tell him. That would have been weird. I just cleaned and did his laundry and if I found a pair of panties, they had to be fresh. I held them to my nose and breathed in their smell. He got around, because for the whole semester I found panties, all fresh, behind the door in the bathroom, in the sheets at the foot of the bed. I took my panties home, back to the dorm. I made sure my panties weren't mixed up with those girls.
All in all there were a dozen pair that I kept, after throwing out a few blood stained ones. I found fresh girl blood on his bathroom floor one Saturday. I asked him if it ever crossed his mind to clean up after the girls left? No, clean up what? And the best answer of them all, it if bothers you, clean it up.
He did marry me, after he graduated and the ceremony was with my sister holding the baby. I moved, and the baby, with him to his first job after college. One day, I was in school not working, I came home after picking up the baby at the sitters and there was a girl there. At our apartment. A girl. I said hi, what's your name, how long has my husband been fucking you. Well not the last part. She said she worked with him and he and she were going to this fellow coworker's art showing. Did I want to come? Thanks for asking, but the baby. She had to go down so you'll go along and have fun, tell me if he fucks you, let me have your panties.
My husband pretended that it was all in my head, making stuff up about him. It was totally innocent. Till she came up pregnant. Then it was oops! Should have worn that condom. Well let me go on, my husband has children with three women. These women all someway or another are full time in his life. Birthday parties are a full family affair. I don't get their panties but that's my fault, I don't clean their places or ask them for them. I want them, I want to smell them so bad. Sometimes I can smell them, I know the smell of a woman.
He liked me, you can tell. He wasn't excited that I was pregnant but definitively 'you are going to keep the baby'. He was graduating the next Spring semester, so to him it was a whole other world. I was just starting. I didn't turn eighteen until later in the fall. He didn't abandon me, but any contact with him was sexual and me adopting the housekeeping role. His apartment was so bad, I gagged the first time I cleaned the bathroom (could have been morning sickness, that's what he says). I cleaned and cleaned until my fingers looked bad, my nails were almost falling off from some much bleach on everything. The refrigerator? The carpets had never been vacuumed, the stove? Everything. And I was pregnant.
I did his laundry, one of the girlfriend duties you get in college. His clothes were ratty, and full of holes. Smelled so bad. He was a senior but he hadn't taken care of himself for ever. I put the sheets in the trash, they weren't worth giving to Goodwill, stained with cum and other girl's blood. I found panties under his bed, panties behind the door of the bathroom, panties under the couch. This boy got around.
Now this is bad, so forgive me. I kept all the panties. I put them in a bag and took them back to my dorm. I smelled them. I rubbed my face with them. All these girls that he had fucked. It was so peaceful to lay back on my bed, with a pair of some girl's panties on my face, breathing in their left over smell. I don't know if it as being pregnant, but I got wet every time. I wasn't into inserting things in my vagina, but playing with my clit was another thing. I tried on all of the panties, to size up the girls. I wasn't jealous, just interested.
Of course I didn't tell him. That would have been weird. I just cleaned and did his laundry and if I found a pair of panties, they had to be fresh. I held them to my nose and breathed in their smell. He got around, because for the whole semester I found panties, all fresh, behind the door in the bathroom, in the sheets at the foot of the bed. I took my panties home, back to the dorm. I made sure my panties weren't mixed up with those girls.
All in all there were a dozen pair that I kept, after throwing out a few blood stained ones. I found fresh girl blood on his bathroom floor one Saturday. I asked him if it ever crossed his mind to clean up after the girls left? No, clean up what? And the best answer of them all, it if bothers you, clean it up.
He did marry me, after he graduated and the ceremony was with my sister holding the baby. I moved, and the baby, with him to his first job after college. One day, I was in school not working, I came home after picking up the baby at the sitters and there was a girl there. At our apartment. A girl. I said hi, what's your name, how long has my husband been fucking you. Well not the last part. She said she worked with him and he and she were going to this fellow coworker's art showing. Did I want to come? Thanks for asking, but the baby. She had to go down so you'll go along and have fun, tell me if he fucks you, let me have your panties.
My husband pretended that it was all in my head, making stuff up about him. It was totally innocent. Till she came up pregnant. Then it was oops! Should have worn that condom. Well let me go on, my husband has children with three women. These women all someway or another are full time in his life. Birthday parties are a full family affair. I don't get their panties but that's my fault, I don't clean their places or ask them for them. I want them, I want to smell them so bad. Sometimes I can smell them, I know the smell of a woman.
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