Pervert Enabler: A My Freaky Boyfriend Collection

By Steph E. Strong

Steph has an active,interesting relationship with Wayne. In this collection of short stories, she details the kinky and silly depravity they can mutually consent to. Her boyfriend has a panty fetish, likes to take naked pictures of her, collects sex toys, and much more. She is not turned off by any of it either. Actually, she enthusiastically encourages it....

Warning: This collection of short stories contains graphic and explicit depictions of sexual acts and minor sexual fetishes. It is intended only for legal and mature adults over the age of 18.

Excerpt:

Confidently, I strode back to the living room. Without me, Wayne was sprawled on the sofa, and the remote sat on his bare chest. I grabbed the remote and switched off the TV before he could say anything. He sat up straight, and I held the box out to him. “This was supposed to be your Valentine’s present, but it came way too early.”

Wayne took the box and scrutinized it. Instead of opening it, he seemed to put on his lawyer hat and scrutinized the packaged. He took a glance at the return address and eyed me suspiciously. “You got me a valentine’s gift from Discount Buckaroo’s?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Open it! Open it now!”

Wayne tried to scrape the tape off the box with his fingernail. “That’s not working.” He glanced up at me. “Hey, love, can you grab me a knife from the kitchen?”

I was there and back in mere seconds. I could feel the anticipation build in me. I could barely contain myself, grinning with a case of the fidgets in my knees. Also, the mere thought of what I was about to do had my pussy warmed up. This was going to be a lot of fun. I knew it, and I passed a butter knife to him.

Quickly, he cut through the tape and opened the box. Inside, he found several individually wrapped packets of pantyhose. He picked one out and held it up. “Huh?” He blinked a few times, and then he glanced at me. “I don’t get it.” He held the pair to his nose. “I don’t...”

“Here.” I walked over and took the nylons from him. Quickly, and without a hint of my stripper routine, I pulled off my shirt and my bra. Then, I dropped my simple jean shorts and the black lace panties beneath. Pointing my toes, I slipped my left leg, and then my right, into the nylons and rolled them over my calves, my knees, and my thighs. I pulled them all the way up, making sure that I tugged extra hard a swayed my hips, just so that I could get a slight camel toe. “Don’t you just love them?”

His eyes twinkled. It looked like a gulped back a bit of drool, too ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: SmutHouse
• Release date: Mar 13, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476329949

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Pervert Enabler

By Steph E. Strong

Copyright, 2012 Steph E. Strong

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Table of Contents

The Panty Sniffer

Kinky Vibes

Pantyhose Humping

Panty Sniffing Valentine

Panty Talk

Pose For Me

About The Author / Dirty Girls Excerpt

The Panty Sniffer

A cardboard box fell off the top shelf in my boyfriend’s office closet and hit the floor, and a dozen or more soiled panties spilled out. There were all types and varieties, from simple, white cotton undies to more sophisticated black lace lingerie bottoms. Wayne had nearly every shade of the rainbow, and his face turned an embarrassed bit of scarlet. I can explain, he blurted.

Oh, really? I laughed. I had been helping Wayne rearrange furniture in his home, and I half expected something to happen. There’s always something pervy with Wayne, and when you make a living as a stripper and an occasional internet porn actress – like I do – you can’t be super selective about who you date. Most guys either wouldn’t go out with me, or they make the mistake of thinking I’m primed for sex at every moment of every day. Sure, I take my clothes off for a living, but that doesn’t make me hardcore slut who wants it all the time. Wayne tended to be sweet, and he hardly ever cheated on me without telling me about it. (We had an open relationship, so long one keeps the other informed and in the loop of who is doing who.) So, the price I had to pay for that, once in awhile, was putting up with his many goofy and kinky desires.

Wayne looked at the panties and then he nervously looked at the floor. I haven’t added to that collection since we starting going out.

Oh? I crouched down and poked through them. He even had a few with prints of strips and plaids. By the elastic waist, I even picked out a plus-sized pair of granny panties. So, that makes this better, how?

They’re all from prior relationships.

Wayne tended to be a pack rat anyway. The man collected everything – comic books, stamps, coins, and, apparently, dirty panties. The only difference between him and a hoarder was that he tended to be meticulous and organized with it all. He often joked that even in a digital age such as the present, he longed to create a card catalogue system for all of his junk – a collection of cards about his collection, so to speak. Normally, I just smiled, nod, and go, Yes, dear. Still, when it came to his array of soiled underwear, I was amazed by the variety there. You know. I glanced up at him. I’m sort of offended to not see any of mine in here.

I haven’t asked you, yet.

I shot him a look. Why?

Again, he fidgeted and looked around him, nervously. Well. I like you. I was afraid you would think I’m a freak and dump me.

"Honey, you are a freak, but what part of me being a stripper makes me that much of a prude? I mean, you could have taken…"

He crossed his arms. The embarrassment was fading from his face. I’m not a thief.

So, women have willingly gave these to you?

"Yes.

Do you want some of mine?

Absolutely.

I stood. I’m not sure they’ll fit you.

He sighed. It doesn’t work that way.

Well, what do you do with them?

Again, a shade of embarrassment colored his face. Most times, nothing. However, when I get lonely, I like to smell them.

I smiled. Really?

But not recently. Again, he looked down. I’m never lonely when we’re together.

You’re sweet. Again, I smiled to try and put him at ease.

So, he pointed at the underwear scattered across the floor. You’re okay with this?

Wayne, I said. Judging by some of the douches I’ve been with, this is comparatively tame. Like, once, I dumped a guy because he asked to pee….

Too much information!

Sorry. The sheer thought of Mike, the pee perv, made me appreciate Wayne even more. Plus, he looked rather cute at the moment, with his defense down and all vulnerable – shit, he was even giving me wide puppy dog eyes! In a way, I was kind of turned on by it. If you want, I’ll let you loot my hamper next time we’re over at my place.

He bit his lower lip. Again, it doesn’t work that way.

Oh. I thought for a moment and put it together. Those panties were trophies from sexual conquests. Now, I was really turned on. It really wasn’t from the soiled panties at my feet, but more by looking at Wayne and his I’m-an-innocent-teddy-bear look whenever I uncover another one of his silly fetishes. Once my interest was stirred, it eventually snowballed to the point where I’d wanted to get fucked. Let me guess, you take them after sex?

Yeah.

I walked by him, out into the hall. Meet me in bed. I walked down to his bedroom and plopped myself onto his comforter. I pulled off my black sneakers and stretched out. When Wayne entered the room, he looked like a changed man. The embarrassment had vanished. Instead, he smiled, but his eyes suggested a deeper, more carnal lust.

I batted my eyelashes at him. So, do whatever it is you do to get them.

Normally, Wayne liked extended foreplay when we make love. He liked to kiss me and grope me and fondle my boobs. I enjoyed that too, but now, I was curious as to what sort of panty claiming ritual he was used to. He climbed onto the bed and unbuttoned my black jeans and pulled them off.

Oh wow, he gasped, staring at my crotch. Boy briefs.

Yeah, had I known we were going to get frisky today, I would have worn something sexier. I was sort of embarrassed. My boy-brief panties were patterned to look like male underwear while still being tailored to fit my body. I had bought them as part of a three pack at discount superstore. What I wore was lime green with purple trim and accents. The elastic waist was also purple. The print pattern, however, embarrassed me the most – yellow smiley faces with the letters OMG. After all, there was a good reason when they were on clearance. No grown woman would pay full price for them.

They’re great! I don’t have anything like them. He spread my legs for me, and then he tugged my underwear up, so it was taut and