THE LAUNDRY HAMPER
I had been spending an inordinate amount of time during my relationship with Denise sneaking into her laundry and inspecting the contents of her dirty washing basket.
It was not in the least bit difficult to gain access when Denise was not in her apartment and the nature of our relationship was such that I didn't think she would even mind if she knew I was doing it.
Still, I wanted to err on the side of caution and not get caught outright, although I somehow wanted her to know what I was doing when she wasn't there and hopefully she might even join me in indulging my dirty fantasies about her.
As she was my girlfriend, it gave me something to work towards to develop our sexual relationship even further.
It was true that I had explored many dirty laundry hampers over the years and the joy and excitement that I regularly achieved from secretly discovering the vaginal secrets of different women from within the crotch panel of their soiled underpants left me with a feeling that was difficult to replicate by any other means.
Having the opportunity to regularly rummage through Denise's hamper and find pairs of her dirty underpants that had been in there for several days along with fresher pairs that she may have only removed only a few hours or even minutes prior, was a thrill that I was unquestionably addicted to.
Intimately studying the style of Denise's underpants during these raids as well as during our love making had made me realise that Denise's go-to were her white cotton full briefs.
These also happened to be the ones that I enjoyed most.
Denise wore a combination of size 12-14 almost entirely full-bottomed panties, apparently none of which were g-strings.
Some of these were semi-laced; some were sheer over the pubic region; some had various types of flowers printed on them; others had padded crotch panels which were sown in from the anal end and lifted from the vaginal end.
Denise also wore other types of undies including black cotton; grey, beige and purple cotton and various other patterned undies which were mostly the full-bottomed style which complemented her figure the best.
The more I explored her underwear, the more I realised it was as varied as the stains I regularly found inside them.
And of course, not each and every pair of Denise's dirty undies were stained, as I found out.
Some pairs were actually odour only!
Still, I was quickly addicted to the excitement of Denise's soiled underpants, no matter what colour, style or material they happened to be.
I was enjoying some very intense orgasms combining the sight, feel and smell of a well-worn pair of Denise's underwear.
The excitement of developing different combinations by which to maximise my enjoyment was all part of the thrill.
For example, my go-to in the laundry room itself was to stand up jerking off with multiple pairs around my cock, feeling the softness of under the head of my cock with the sight of one of Denise's wide, stained white cotton crotch panels underneath my dick.
The sight of her brown, yellow or white-coloured discharge stains was a very direct and sensual way to discover Denise's vaginal secrets.
I could add a pair (stained or otherwise) to my nose which would intensify the experience, taking short and sharp whiffs on a regular basis, inhaling all of Denise's odour that had been absorbed into the soft, tender cotton that had spent so much time rubbing between her legs on that particular day.
It was also possible to add a pair underneath my balls and stroke my perineum whilst jerking off.
The softness of a large stained crotch panel under my cock combined with the extra softness stroking between my balls and asshole was a guaranteed load blower!
Even more exciting again was putting a pair of her undies in my mouth during masturbation - stained pairs were the best for this as I could try to taste directly the mature flavours that had come directly from deep inside her during a regular working day.
Sometimes Denise's undies had poo stains in them as well.
Normally these were just subtle faecal streaks from her anus but still SO exciting!
I had found Denise generally to be a very careful wiper and rarely found excess poo or toilet paper around her anus whilst making love but on the occasions that I had, it was incredibly intense.
It was always such a rush to combine the idea of toileting with sex so it was extremely satisfying to discover evidence of Denise's last bowel movement either directly from her anus and its surrounds or from deposits from inside her knickers.
Disgusting as it was, there was no stopping me once I had breached these taboos of Denise's private universe.
So it was, that eventually an opportunity arose during a semi-naked foreplay session to admit to Denise exactly what I had been doing with her dirty laundry.
It certainly seemed that she was not overly surprised when I confessed, which is something I think I had hoped for.
"So you really like my panties, don't you?" Denise confirmed in reply.
"I love them...I hope you don't think this is weird!" I responded bravely.
"Not at all!" she continued, "Actually I'm pretty fascinated to see what goes on in my laundry room when I'm not about!"
I flushed with the prospect of what Denise was proposing.
After an involuntary pause, Denise took the lead.
"Well...would you like to show me?" she asked slyly.
My heart was now racing and I did desperately want to show her.
"Yes! I would LOVE to show you!" almost without thinking twice.
We then upped and walked together towards the laundry room - Denise in on off-white bra and panty set, her large feminine breasts bulging out of her bra and her full-set undies covering her hips and wide buttocks as well as tightly encompassing her lower female triangle.
I watched her as she walked and ogled her pale skin and shapely bodily features as they gently moved and wobbled from within the confines of her underwear.
My cock twitched as I imagined her flappy labia and pubic hair rustling gently inside the soft cotton as she walked and hopefully leaving further deposits inside the absorbent crotch pad between her legs.
I was in my black boxer jocks which were increasingly under strain from the quickly swelling size from within.
We reached the washing machine and Denise opened the lid.