This all happened when I'd just moved to a new town and been single for a bout six months, so I wasn't really getting as much action as I might have liked.
It was my first time living in a flat on my own and being a bit of a used panty addict was a bit of a problem for me. I'd always been used to getting my hands on nice, smelly, worn, panties, whether they belong to friends, girls friends and I've even had the occasional wank while sniffing my sister panties. Suddenly though, I had found my self in a new town with no female friends around, no laundry baskets to raid at home and no girlfriend.
So, I turned to the internet to try to feed my addiction. I searched for used panties for sale and eventually found a website advertising used knickers at a pretty reasonable price.
I look through the gallery, a range of varying panties, some simple cotton white a black knickers, some very sexy lacy thongs, French knickers and some cute little patterned panties.
All had be worn for a day and were guaranteed to smell fresh when delivered... I had to do it, I put an order in for a little white thong. I got an email back from Kate, the girl who's worn panties are up for sell, her email said "I'm really sorry but PayPal have changed their terms and conditions and I can no longer sell my panties, but if you are up for it, may be we could arrange some other form of payment... if you are interested, send me your postal address".