#726) The Panty Problem

When I’m at home, I’m almost always naked. I feel comfortable that way, always have. (My mother informed me that she spanked me several times for removing all my clothes early in life, but that it had no deterring effect.) Robert likes it (except he’ll sometimes comment that my bare bottom needs reddening to look perfect, and spank me for no other reason than that). I put on a pair of socks at bedtime during these winter months, an apron when cooking in the kitchen. I keep a hand towel with me at all times to sit on, and another to wipe -up after myself.

The problem arises at work. The demands at my administrative job are such that I can multi-task. I can do what they want, and browse the Internet, or write, or post, too. I have a closet-sized office where no one ever comes by. I can sometimes even work from home. The problem arises when I do go into work, and do play around on the side, like I am right now. I have to get dressed, of course, and I get so very aroused. (I think sneaking around makes it even hotter.) I routinely wear a panty-liner, which I have to change more often than when it is my time of the month. The photo above is very evocative for me. It feels like I am a prisoner of my arousal, that it is out of control, nearly drowning me. This is exaggeration, of course, but hyperbole has its place. You get an idea of how it feels for me.

It gives me a small measure of comfort when I see photos of other girls soiling their panties.

Even though their slightly leaky faucets don’t compare with my steadily dripping one.

As I hope you can appreciate, this is not just a matter of my personal aesthetics. It’s a good thing that no one ever drops by my office space! When I go out to lunch and return (which I only occasionally do; usually I eat my peanut butter and jelly whole wheat sandwich at my desk and work right through my lunch hour), I can smell pussy in the air!

Its unmistakable scent permeates the air. I purchased a plug-in room deodorizer which I can manually activate when necessary.

I have two points to make in conclusion.

First, none of the above photos are of me and my own panties (so please don’t inundate me with that question in emails!).

Second, I am NOT complaining, just stating the facts.

Third, and most importantly, I can let this change my modus operendi, if YOU prefer. I can try to do just my work at work, save my erotic ideas up, only post things here when I have time after work, maybe once an evening. OR, I can continue as I have been, writing erotic tales, surfing erotic sites, getting hot and bothered, soiling all of my undies, and publish posts multiple times a day on this blog. Which do you prefer?

3 responses to “#726) The Panty Problem”

  1. To quote a famous British gentleman, “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law!”. Now, granted, when he said that he didn’t mean “Do what you want” and was more so talking about fulfilling your true will (as in, your purpose in life) but I’m quoting it here as a way to say that you should just do what comes naturally to you. If you want to post multiple times a day then do so. If not, then don’t. It’s up to you. If I may say, I actually prefer your more reflective posts that talk about your own experiences more than your prose. No particular reason. I just like hearing other people’s thoughts on things

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  2. If I lived in a warmer climate and had a more private household I would love to be naked all the time.

    I am in favor of soil the undies!!!
    That last photo of the dirty or perhaps stained panties reminds me of the time I found a thong that my niece had left in the bathroom at their house. The crotch was crusted with dried girl goo and I found it very exciting. I managed to snap a photo with my phone as a lasting memory.

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