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Kristie Talbot threw her school books to the floor, draped her jacket over the stand, and then dropped herself onto her bed. School had been tiring, and she felt especially worn as she had slept badly the night before. She kicked off her shoes, and then sitting up against her pillows, she drew her long legs underneath her, and then smoothed her knee length, grey school skirt over her hips. At the end of her bed was a pile of washing her mother had folded and placed there to be put away, and so with a sigh, she slid to...

  It all started after my sister found out that I was wearing her panties and using them as my own personal sperm bank when I made it back to my room after peeking into her bedroom window from my mother’s closet. Mom often hung her bras in her closet after she changed clothes which made them nice and convenient on the nights that I was lucky enough to find my sister had left her shade open while she would sometimes slowly change into her pj’s. The best nights were when she would take off all her clothes except her...

  I once was on an inventory crew assigned to a large department store. A supervisor approached me and said to follow her to the “IA” department. I soon found out that “IA” stands for “Intimate Apparel.” “I want you to inventory our panties,” said the supervisor. She handed me a scanner, instructing me how to remove the panties, scan the bar code on the tags and replace the panties back on the display. The main wall, which I dubbed “The Great Wall of Panties,” had a cluster of 50, foot and a half long pegs, ten across and five...

I  was  one of four children in our house.  My two older  sisters were very close to me in age, and my younger sister was born just after  I  turned three.  When my baby sister was still a baby,  I remember  how sweet she looked in her frilly dresses  and  rhumba panty covered botttom.  Sometimes when my mother was changing  my baby  sister, she would ask me to help her by putting  the  dirty clothes  in the hamper.  This was when I first began to feel  the ruffles  of the panty covers.  I really did not think much  about this ...

When I was at school in the early 1960s, I always passed my Great Aunt Vera’s place on the way home. She had a small shop and, whenever I called in, she would always have cakes and sweets that were past there sell-by date but good enough to eat anyway. But I had another reason for stopping by. I’d discovered that she would often do her ironing wearing just her underwear. I used to try to arrive on wash day, when she had all her panties and slips hanging on the line to dry. I would brush up against them...