I buy them. I have for over 20 years now. I started on ebay until they did away with them and then went to ebanned. Let me tell you why I buy them.

When I was 4 years old my house caught on fire from a wood stove in our upstairs where I was napping. It somehow just sort of exploded or something and fire was everywhere in the room next to me. That room was the entrance to the bedroom I was in. The noise woke me so I got out of bed and opened the door to the burning room. The fire came right at me. I started screaming and my mother who was downstairs at the opposite end of the house in the kitchen making Christmas cookies heard my screams and came running not knowing there was a fire. When she reached the burning room she had to find me since I had gone quiet. She managed to find me and while being burned herself, got my burning body covered and got me out. She saved my life while putting hers in extreme danger. She ended up with burns to her legs and arms. I however was in quite worse shape. I never knew the hospital they took me to in my city since I never woke up. Actually, waking up would have probably killed me they say because of the pain. I woke up almost 3 weeks later in St. Marry’s Hospital in Rochester, MN. I was still in pain but over time and a lot of skin grafts, I recovered. Thanks to the team of doctors from Mayo Clinic I survived. Unfortunately, besides my family, no one could look at me. I was pretty hideous, I knew that. Others told me that.

I got better looks wise. Still covered in various scars depending if it was a graft area or not. The bright red scars finally turned into a dark reddish brown and a bit smoother. I lost the ability to use my legs due to the deep muscle loss and I understand the doctors thought that they should amputate them but my father refused if they could be saved at all. Everything above that was pretty good except my arms which worked fine but heavily scarred and my neck and head from front to back. I lost an ear that I happily received during one of my total 86 operations.

Oh, yeah, buying pre worn panties. Look at my description. Would you have any interest in me if you were a girl? I thought not. I certainly had interest in girls and thankfully I could pleasure myself. That was discovered by my mother rather early on since I couldn’t keep the evidence hid very well. Mother talked to father and father talked to me. He understood and just gave me some suggestions to dispose of my cum. Later it went to fantasies of making love to Women. It was hard to relate to just what that would be like. My curiosity was the reason for my first pantie buy.

When I received it I locked the door to my apartment. I lived mostly alone now with an assistant that checked on me 2 to 3 times a day. I quickly opened the envelope it came in. It included some pictures of the most beautiful naked woman I have ever seen. I opened the plastic bag the pretty yellow panties were in and lifted them to my nose. I was finally, for the very first time, have the real scent of a woman enter my nostrils. I lightly smelled and then immediately buried my nose in them taking big breathes while filling my senses with her aroma. My cock instantly hardened. I held the panties to my nose with my left hand and grabbed my cock with my right. Maybe three pumps and I was shooting cum all over the place. When I finished cumming I just held the pantie to my nose. For some reason, my cock soft. I spat in my right hand and started back at pumping my cock. This time it took a little longer but that aroma finally brought me to cum again. Not like the first time but pretty intense. One I settled down and this time it went soft, I enjoyed the pantie for a bit longer before I replaced it back in it plastic bag and sealed it. That evening it came back to help me out again.

After that first pantie I was hooked. I wanted more so I ordered more. One every couple months and used them until there was absolutely no scent left. I even learned to add a bit of steam to them to get more out. Those panties led me into a world of fantasy. I could smell my woman while I made love to her. Such an incredible experience it was for me. I learned that all the woman I bought from had a different scent and that led me to be more attracted to particular sellers. I even got to converse with a few on line. Had plenty of pictures to admire and fantasize with. Now, at least once a month I have a new pantie in hand or should I say pulled tight over my head with the crotch right over my nose looking out a leg hole at a gorgeous naked girlfriend. I will probably continue this until I am no longer able. It’s all I have.

My assistant once suggested a prostitute because as long as they are paid, they will fuck anyone not dangerous. Want a bet. He hired one and as soon as she seen me she was apologetic and all but just said there was no way she could. So, me and my cotton crotch girlfriends just keep going on. I still have every single pantie I had ever received. Laundered of course. They take up quite a bit of room now. How many can say that they have a moment of every single time they made love? I do.