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A Totally Different Dear Abby
Panty Freak Female Seeks Come-Soaked Lingerie Stories
Just between you and me, it's been quite a while since I've read a
porno magazine article that got me hot. You see, I've been in the
business for some time now, and I'd begun to think that I was, well,
you know, immune. But all that changed when I read the article in the
May Panty Play about Panty Masturbation. Obviously, some of the stuff
included in the piece had occurred to me before, and I often hear from
panty fetishists and their assorted fascinations. But for some reason,
having all the most exciting scenarios, and so many personal sexual
experiences, compiled into three easy pages really drove it home:
panties are hot!
Anyway, I was all comfortable on my couch, reading this article, my
pussy tingling with every new tale of panty masturbation. Personally, I
think that almost everything is sexy, if you're in the right mood, so
when Norman H. divulged his weakness for seeing girls showing their
panties off in public, but by accident, it reminded me of the many
times I've caught just the littlest glimpse of a woman's upper thigh,
the rounded bottom edge of her buttocks, as she rounds a corner on a
windy day, or hikes her pantyhose up when she thinks no one is looking.
Even though I may not actually be lusting after every woman I see, it
does give me a titillating thrill. Sometimes the sexiest stuff if when
you're the only one who thinks it's sexy, like your own little secret.
The pervert in the raincoat cliche is a bit corny, and usually the idea
of a dirty old man jerking off in a dingy macintosh doesn't do much to
turn me on. But the "brief" recollection of Wally S., where he was
wandering around a shopping mall while waiting for his wife when he
happened upon a department store lingerie fashion show, truly made me
wish I'd been secretly watching him! I immediately began imagining
standing beside Wally as he ogled the elegant models, their
gazelle-like legs stalking across the carpeted lingerie department. As
each woman would graze past, Wally would shudder, and I would shiver,
knowing that beneath his Burberry he was busily rubbing himself. My
cheeks would flush and my crotch would moisten, listening to Wally's
breathing quicken, and I would wait in anticipation to hear him climax.
Then, as the barely audible grunt signaled his orgasm, cloaked by his
raincoat, I would dash off to the ladies' room to jerk off myself!
Whew! My vivid imagination certainly can be stimulating. And lying
there on my couch fantasizing about men jerking off in department
stores was making me hot! And I casually began stroking myself.
Reading on, I came upon Brad's description of himself pulling stolen
panties over his head so that the smelly crotch would be over his nose.
The mere thought of a man wearing a pair of panties on his head seemed
silly, until he went on to describe his mouth being covered by the
smelly panty crotch. Ooh! That worked for me! And I reached up under my
shirt to pinch my already stiffening nipples. Brad wasn't the only
panty stealer to divulge his petty crimes, though, and as I continued I
learned about Jim, who often skulks into the bathroom at parties to
rifle through the hamper, stuffing his booty into his pocket. Then,
arriving back home, he wraps the panties around his prick and jerks
off. I found myself imagining what a man's cock would feel like through
the silky fabric of my panties while I stroked myself. My panties had
become damp while reading, and my clit was stiff and sensitive.
My eyes bulged as I took in Mark's tales of adolescent lust, groping
his way into a girl's underwear. I couldn't help but remember that
uninitiated curiousity myself, when every new inch of sexual territory
explored brought a never-before-experienced hormonal explosion! I
slipped my finger inside the leg of my panties and dipped it into my
pussy. God, was I wet! All these panty stories were making me crazy!
Bob's story of rubbing up against his teenage girlfriend's ass until he
came brought back memories of my friends and I rolling around on each
other, hungry for human contact and not knowing exactly how to go about
it. I closed my eyes as I imagined Mitch and Michael pressing up
against me. Did they have hard-ons? Did they come? With one hand
squeezing a nipple and the other grazing my lubricated clit, I teased
myself, knowing that a powerful orgasm was imminent.
Then the article veered off into new territory: men wearing women's
panties to keep themselves in a terminal state of turn-on. That thought
was truly mindblowing! How many men have I stood beside on the subway,
passed on the street, whose cocks were stiff beneath their flannel
suits and sensible corduorys? I pressed two fingers inside my slippery
pussy, still teasing, and attempting to hold off on fingering myself
over the edge. The vision I had of Jed, standing in front of a
full-length mirror in his girlfriend's panties, jerking off like mad,
eyes closed, knees buckling, and finally spewing his hot load all over
the mirror was almost more than I could stand. I moaned alound and
spread my sticky lubricant up and down, again and again grazing my
throbbing clit.
Tara's little tale of diddling her clit through her panties, due to her
intense sensitivity gave me an idea. I pulled my dripping fingers out
of my cunt and began rubbing myself through the soaking crotch of my
panties. Yes! This would make me last longer! But I didn't really need
to last too much longer. After devouring the last few paragraphs,
reading how Renee gets off wearing a tight thong bikini to the beach
and Maya masturbates with ben wa balls, I was just about ready to blow!
Then I reached the end of the article, asking for tales of panty
masturbation. That was it! I licked my fingers and thrummed one nipple,
frantically manipulating my rock-hard clit right through my panties,
every muscle in my body tensed in anticipation of my climax, until I
exploded, wave after wave of orgasm washing through me, and as I kept
madly massaging myself, I felt a spurt of wetness further dampen my
panties. I had actually come! I quickly slipped my fingers under the
drenched fabric and felt the strange, viscous substance. I had heard of
female ejaculation, but I'd never actually experienced it! I crammed my
fingers deep into my cunt, feeling the involuntary clenching of my
inner muscles as my climax ebbed. I was limp and relaxed, and curled up
for a comfortable little nap.
But when I woke up, I knew what I had to do! I had to write it all down
for you Panty Play readers! And can I tell you a secret? Just writing
about it made me so horny I had to jerk off all over again! That was
two incredible orgasms in one afternoon! The only problem is, now I'm
hungry for more! I want those letters about panty masturbation! And I
want thousands of them! Please, write to me and tell me every little
detail about your most intense panty-inspired orgasms! I want to be
able to feel the fabric, the texture of lace betwen my fingers or the
slipperiness of satin against my skin. I want to smell the excitement,
the intoxicating combination of female secretions and hot, steamy
sperm. Let me know where you do it and when you do it, but most of all
how you do it! And know that when you lick that stamp, your story will
result in an explosive orgasm on my end the second I reach the last
line of your letter.
So what do you say? Will you sit down and take the time to tell me all
about your secret sessions stimulating yourselves with scanties? Will
you open your hearts and share your most intimate moments with me? I
promise you, I'll pick the most exciting stories and run them right
here in Panty Play, and reward all you "winners" with a pair of my
favorite panties! Help me out! And help out all the other panty fans in
America. Send me your stories, care of Panty Play. I'll be forever
grateful!
Love, Abby |