I have an unnatural addiction to dirty woman’s underwear. The color, the stains, the scent, the discharge, and mucus amplify and heighten my senses. I feel a tingling sensation all over my body as I’m fueled with anxiety and excitation of indulging in taboo acts.

I know it’s wrong. I know my mom would hit or disown me after realizing what I do. I was a sexually frustrated 13 year old, and it was the closest opportunity I had to experience anything sexual.

I still remember the first pair that I saw. I just looked at it from afar in the laundry basket: pink and blue stripes with a yellow stain. I got excited, and I touched myself in the bathroom. A week later, no one was at home, and I finally succumbed to my dirty thoughts; I hand one hand holding her panties up my nose/tongue and another down my pants.

Ever since, I have infrequently indulged on my urges whenever the opportunity arises. Once that line was crossed, I’ve had a hard time returning to my former innocent state.