Head rush -- wait a spell
Have to catch my breath;
This aromatic ecstasy
Will be my very death!
Started as an accident
About to do the laundry:
Niece's panties lying there,
Erotic cotton candy.
White and plain and innocent
The undies of a girl;
The instant that I spotted them,
My heart went for a whirl.
Tried to shut the hamper lid
Pretend it never happened,
But seized them up in lust instead
and found their gusset dampened.
I brought the fabric to my nose
And tried a timid sniff,
Overcome, I was, at once by musk,
So took a hearty second whiff!
Intrigued, the panel wide I spread,
To see the crotch I must,
Glist'ning mucous centered there,
Edged in a yellowed crust!
Staying for her summer break,
A cute, naive fourteen,
Who'd've thought that my young niece
Would tent-out my own jeans?
I thought about my niece's form,
And held it in my mind:
Cute tits, tight waist, and shelf-like ass,
Adolescent, true-to-kind.
Spurred by thoughts and heady scent,
My manhood I fished out,
Regretting only laundry days
Now passed, that I'd missed out.
Examining the cotton cloth,
'Gainst which her cunt had lain,
Found I couldn't stop myself,
But licked that zesty stain!
Ambrosia sweet and buttery,
intoxicating in its power,
To think such wonder daily flowed,
From an as-yet untouched flower!
Stroking now most furiously,
Brought panties back to nose;
To complementary stimuli
My climactic tension rose.
Which brings me now to present tense
in a masturbatory haze,
I see her tempting pelvic arch
fixed in my mind's eye's gaze.
Hyperventilating pussy spoor
has got me hard as steel,
While envisioning her untried cunt
Alone can make me reel.
Why am I struck with dizziness:
Teenaged pheromones inhaled?
Or is it the fantasy of said niece
On uncle-cock impaled?
Perhaps these dueling factors,
Have lit a common glow,
The delightful combination
Has me just about to blow!
The richness of the girl's "perfume",
Strikes both my cock and brain;
Paired with the taboo aspect
Leads to release insane.
Spewing arcs across the tiles
In honor of my niece,
Convinced I am for just a sec
That I'm really owed a piece.
Coming down you'd think I'd feel
At least a little shamed,
But the craving's set, a settled thing,
Just for the moment tamed.
Now I have the wash to do,
The price of my for onanism:
I'll have to use these knicks of hers
To wipe up all my jism!
| Nickname | Date | Feedback |
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| Chrys | Hot little poem, made me think of all the times I've done it with my niece's panties. | |
| I hear you, my brother! Wait...if you're my brother, then your niece would be my...hey, cut that out! JK, thanks for the comment. --Stepdaddy |
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| Ollie | There are only two authors that have I can say I have read everything I can find. One is Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the other is you. I consider you to be the best of your respective genres and have never had a bad experience reading either. Keep up the great work. | |
| High praise indeed, sir. One wonders what the good Baronet might have published if his times had allowed the broader artistic....freedom... the internet and changing mores have afforded us. "The Case of the Unchaste Housemaid"? --Stepdaddy |
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| Jhon doe | Love ur story's. And ur poems are interesting but I'd like to maybe read one of ur poems as a story. That way We get more depth. Not trying to hate on ur work, I love them, just saying. | |
| Thanks for you comment. I don't feel any hatin' in it. Rest assured that the writing and posting of a poem has never interfered with the writing and posting of a story -- that is to say I have never taken a story idea and limited it to a poem, or vice-versa. In some cases I have written both stories and poems that explore similar ideas. On this page, one can explore a prose idea (Grade Inflation: Eighth Grade Fellation) and a verse treatment of the same concept (Making the Grade). --Stepdaddy |
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| ally | Been there many times, just sniffing and wanking! although your poem reminds me that it's sometimes nice to leave a little stain of my own on her clean ones!Over the years,enjoyed dozens of knicker sniffing adventures!love yours! | |
| As I've noted in the Dear Stepdaddy letter called "Panty Predations", my extensive life experience in this regard is that my fascination with a particular girl's panties ends the moment I've advanced to actual contact with her (always youthful) vagina. But my burn over the knickers belonging her as-yet unconquered peers nonetheless continues to flame unquenched, even though she might be by then draining my balls thrice daily. --Stepdaddy |
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| UncleCharles | Stepdaddy, this is surely one of your best. OMG the memories you uncovered for me. Thanks and keep up the great and exciting writing! | |
| Thank-you. I've noticed I've gotten several comments on this one, all from males, and all suggesting or hinting that this Laundry Day experience is one they have lived. I usually get more of a mix of male/female comments. Now I understand that perhaps fewer (if any) women have such a naughty escapade in their past, but on the other hand in my (comment-receiving) experience, girls like poetry more than men do, so this result is even more unbalanced if we consider that. So what about it, ladies? What is your response to this poem? Is it "Huh, I don't get why these guys find this hot"? Is it "Ewww, do they really do that?"? Perhaps there is an enlightened lady who, in her own attraction to girls, has done something similar? Further, is there no Stepdaddy reader on the distaff side who can confess to playing a game with her panties as a girl, leaving them places to tease and tempt a male into the sort of adoration herein described? Please share, any or all of these reactions, ladies! --Stepdaddy |
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| Anonymous | 10/18/2015 | very endearing, nothing Ewwww about this for me, well maybe except for that colorful line you rhymed with must ;) the area of the brain that allows us to experience smell is part of the same system/area where sexual thoughts & desires are derived. so, getting all jazzed up from the thought of sniffing or doing the actual whiffing, only makes sense. on occasion, i even like to snifffff my own! i have never set a snare with a pair but i have mailed them. It feels kind of sad to me that your fascination ends once you've experienced the v. ever read the novel, perfume? there was a movie adaptation too. |
| 10/18/2015 | I agree, the power of scent is often underappreciated. It pleases me that you like to sniff your own...ever sneak another girl's pair for a whiff? I guess part of the lost interest in may case after getting the actual snatch is that up until that point, I was sneaking it, getting away with something. But, if after taking my load in the morning you want to send me off to work with panty "nosegay" with which I might tease myself in anticipation of our evening reunion, well I think that might change my opinion! --Stepdaddy |
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| Anonymous | 10/18/2015 | now, thats the spirit! and, if you chose to wear them, peeking up & out of the breast pocket of your suit, that might give you the sneaky, getting away with something feeling that you crave too |
| 10/20/2015 | OK, I can see that, especially if that sartorial display occurs in conjunction with an eyebrow-raising stroll in public with a young lady friend, young enough to elicit thoughts of "they couldn't be, why he's ....." and so forth. --Stepdaddy |
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