I came in her dirty sock, her panties around my shaft...

[GHoster79]

I carefully, slowly parted the curtains to see the females’ den. Disarrayed clothing of all kinds covered the floor and the beds, garments hanging from every available hook, bar and strut. T-shirts erupted from bags, jeans and skirts seeped from backpacks. A row of small, brightly coloured socks could be seen hanging on a cross-bar in a shady recess under one bunk; and a scattering of their dirty counterparts littered the floor.
Without thinking, I picked one up – a small, used, bright pink sock, half inside-out – and held it to my face. I breathed deeply, picturing the lithe young foot that had so recently filled it, the foot that no doubt had been heated by pacing around Barcelona’s numerous attractions and on its hot flagstones; this heavy, female, salty musk I absorbed and inhaled with a long breath. I felt the tickle of sand grains dance down my face before they scattered across the hard dorm floor.
I dropped it, having delighted in it, and was overcome with the desire to find something yet more divine. In seconds I had spied a crumpled pair of shorts, inside out as if a peeled off skin, and hidden within the folds of these, a light-coloured pair of panties. Pausing for a second, my heart racing, I bent down and extracted them. Turning them over in my fingers, feeling the soft material around the edges and the more coarse fabric of the gusset, I looked to see what saline female residues might provide the guarantee that they had, perhaps just hours before, been filled by a pair of nubile young hips, warmed by the secret pink folds that were so seldom lit by day. Overcome with these images, I sought these soft female fabrics for my burgeoning loins, tying the underwear to my base, the fine, lacy fabric tickling my balls as I found the musky pink sock and slipped it over my glans, which was, I have to confess, as rigid, purple and profound as I had ever seen it. As I moved, it seemed every drop of blood, every hormone and brain chemical, every electrical signal, was being sent to my loins, gathering in a scintillating pleasure, a sensation that began tickling the base of my flesh and seemed to dance and whoosh around it like a thousand brilliant sparks, before forcing my testes to relinquish their salty, yet unimaginably sweet, liquid. It burst forth audibly against the light feminine material, and in my flushed ecstasy I lost grip of the sock, which was half-propelled by the energy of the jet; it landed with a surprisingly heavy pat.


Excerpt from Confessions of a Chronic Pervert (my first book)

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