My Panties.

Celia said “I fucking hate it! Sticky, slippery, and it smells. Some days, I think everyone can smell me…oh and my mum thinks I’m playing with myself, or worse, someone’s playing with me. Fuck! Who’d ever choose to be a fucking girl?”

Celia was 15 as was I when she had this little outburst. She rapidly became a panty liner at all times wearer, and used progressively stronger soaps in the shower. It made me so sad because her hatred of her own body came from her mum. Apparently, Celia’s mum would wave her panties under her nose and really let fly with the tantrums. Celia’s perfectly natural body secretions were belittled and derided at every turn, but the worst thing her mum yelled at her was “It feckin’ stinks! It makes YOU feckin’ stink, yer dorty little hooer” Celia’s mum had a thick Irish accent and no-one can swear in their way like the Irish.

Just take a moment. Calling your 15 year old daughter a whore…..telling her she stinks. Oh I wish I’d met that woman, even back then when I was 15 I’d have had something to say to her! 

As I type this, I’m sitting here with the panties I’ve been wearing all day in my hand. I’ve just slipped them off. I wear bikini-style undies almost exclusively. Now and then, rarely, I might wear a thong, but it’s usually these panties or none! 

I’m looking at the outside of the crotch right now. I realise it’s no accident that my panties are either white and virginal, or the kind of colour that really shows when they get moist. There’s a visible dark line on the outside of these undies, and a wider spot where my hole is. From the outside they smell……well, I think they smell amazingly sexy. The scent is light, somewhat flowery, yet also carrying unmistakable sexual musk. 

Inside? Well now. Inside they're moist of course. There’s a lot of vaginal discharge, cunt cream, pant-pudding, whatever you like to call it. It’s strange stuff isn’t it? Lubricative, of course, yet sometimes it’s quick thick in texture more like cream or yoghurt. It can dry to a crusty layer. Inside, the scent is slightly different. If I sniff too hard, I get fabric conditioner that pollutes my own scent. It doesn’t make it unpleasant - just….false. And once I’ve sniffed that hard, the panties are spoiled. 

So I don’t put my nose on the dampness. Instead I breath in front just above it and…..ohhhh boy. That’s pure me….pure vagina….pure cunt! Pure, unadulterated sex! And……..there…..hidden right in the back like a thin tendril no thicker than a human hair, the slight tang is pee. No matter how clean you keep yourself, that scent is always there. I know from the locker room days, that some girls have more of this aspect of their scent than others, but I also learned, much to my surprise, how sexy that scent is. 

I was with a friend once and we both needed a pee. We were miles from anywhere so it was going to be, as she called it, a “wild wee”. There was absolutely nothing sexual in it whatsoever. We both pulled our panties to our knees, squatted, held the panties tight with one hand and pissed. I remember a moment of alarm because instead of a clear stream of straw-coloured liquid, hers was milky white and I thought she had an infection. Then I realised, this was her vaginal discharge being washed away as she peed. From that moment on, peeing and sex were linked for me. I later learned that in the wild, females pee to let males know they're in season, and males smell females’ pee for the same reason. 

I’m aroused now. It’s been a ‘wet’ day for me, but then I’m mid cycle, so it would be. If you’ll excuse me, I need to find a pair of Emily’s panties and sort myself out.