ALL CHARACTERS ARE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER.
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Dear Daddy,
I'm writing you this letter because I'm afraid that if I confront you directly, you'll either freak out or deny it completely.
Yesterday, I caught you sniffing my panties. I'd come home from the gym after a long afternoon at yoga class and had stripped off everything in my bedroom before heading to the bathroom to shower.
I'd realized I'd forgotten the new bottle of conditioner I'd bought so I went back to my room to get it.
Imagine my surprise to see you, standing by my bed, holding the panties I'd just taken off up to your nose.
The door was open only a crack, which is why you didn't notice me, but I sure saw you.
You looked almost hypnotized; your eyes closed and you repeatedly inhaled in long, deep breaths.
I was frozen in shock and indecision. I couldn't believe my own father would invade my privacy this way to do something so perverted.
Then I saw your face. You looked so blissful, so happy. So...aroused.
I know mom has been gone a long time, and I know you don't get to date often. I started wondering when was the last time you got laid. I don't remember the last time I even saw you with another woman.
All of this flashed through my mind in the space of a few seconds. Then I saw your hand slip inside your sweat pants and I panicked. I ran back to the bathroom as quietly as I could.
As I took my shower (without my conditioner,) I started trembling all over, imagining what you might be doing. Had you been just adjusting yourself a little, or were you, right now, outright masturbating in my bedroom?
To my utter disbelief, my pussy throbbed at the idea that you were, at that very moment, touching yourself while smelling MY very private, very intimate scent.
I wondered how smelly those panties must have been. I work up quite a sweat during my yoga class and yes, that includes my vagina. So I know they were quite damp when I peeled them off my sweaty body.
But were they more than simply sweaty? We're they...creamy? Sticky? Had I gotten aroused at any point while wearing them? I couldn't recall thinking of anything specifically sexual, but even still, all the physical activity I partook in, including thirty minutes on the exercise bike, tends to rub up against my vulva and clit in ways that often send involuntary tingles throughout my body.
I wondered what brought you to that moment. Have you done this before? Or was it a spontaneous thing? Some long dormant, repressed desire on your part suddenly freed by the temptation laying on the floor before you?
You've never acted inappropriately around me before, never looked at me or spoken to me in ways that made me uncomfortable. I know you're a good man, and would never intentionally try to hurt me.
So why would you do this? Were you just desperately horny, and in need of some kind of sexual release? Or was it a specific desire to smell your own daughter's scent that led you to it?
I finished my shower and made sure to make plenty of noise on my way back to my room, but you were of course already gone by then.
My panties still lay on the floor where you'd returned them in a close approximation of their original position, as if trying to hide the fact they'd been moved. And if I hadn't already seen you, I'd probably never have noticed.
I picked them up and examined them. There was indeed a white, creamy stain along the gusset and, inhaling them, I found them quite fragrant.
After double checking that I'd locked my bedroom door, I dropped my towel and lay naked on my bed, still clutching my panties.
I've smelled myself countless times before, of course, especially while masturbating, but now as I breathed the distinctly feminine scent, I again wondered what exactly drew you to it.
Was it the actual scent of it? The mix of various odors and pheromones that come from a woman that spoke to some primal, evolutionary urge deep within your subconscious? Was it simply knowing how close the garment had been to a female's most intimate area? How it had been pressed up so close, so snug against a pussy for hours on end, absorbing its essence?
Was it the taboo nature of them being MY panties? The sexual scent of your own flesh and blood daughter?
Was it all of the above?
My fingers had been rubbing my pussy several minutes before I even realized it. My cleft was already slick with the thick, bubbly cream that had earlier left behind the sharp, tangy fragrance I was still inhaling from my panties.
Shocked and confused as I still was, I was also turned on. There was no denying it.
