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Summary

The narrative describes a man's intimate ritual of indulging in his wife's scent by wearing her underwear to work, juxtaposing his erotic secret with his professional life as a courtroom figure.

Abstract

The unnamed protagonist harbors a sensual obsession with his wife's femininity, particularly the scent of her intimacy. Each morning, he ritualistically dons her discarded underwear beneath his work attire, deriving arousal from the closeness to her essence. This private act contrasts starkly with his public persona as an authoritative figure in the courtroom. The story explores the tension between his secret desire and the potential judgment of those around him, especially as he takes pleasure in the risk of others noticing his unconventional undergarments during routine activities like using the urinal. The narrative is linked to a prompt from Erotic Fiction Deluxe and is part of a series of micro fiction pieces.

Opinions

  • The protagonist's actions are driven by a deep adoration for his wife's scent and the intimacy it represents.
  • There is a sense of taboo and risk in the protagonist's behavior, as he worries about the reactions of his friends and the public should they discover his secret.
  • The story touches on themes of identity, desire, and the compartmentalization of private versus public life.
  • The author may be suggesting that individuals often lead dual lives, with hidden aspects of their personality that are not visible to others in their professional capacity.
  • The narrative implicitly questions societal norms regarding gender and sexual expression, challenging the reader to consider the morality of judgment and the nature of personal freedom.
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Micro Monday, Flash Fiction

Yesterday’s Knickers

200 Word Erotic Flash Fiction

She doesn’t know.

I don’t want her to find out about my amour, so I always put them back when I’ve finished. Can’t say it’s something I can talk about with friends either. They’d just taunt me. But I do love cunt. The point is I adore the smell of my wife’s pussy so much. That’s one of the reasons I do it.

She leaves for work as I’m getting up. I head for the dirty washing basket and there they’ll be — yesterday’s knickers. First, I inhale her musky, slightly sweet perfume. Occasionally they’re still warm. Recently discarded.

Putting them on, I admire my reflection in the mirror. At this point my knob usually swells, just a little, knowing the silk material was recently kissing her flesh and is now caressing mine.

Then on with my trousers, the remainder of my clothes and I’m off to work.

Every time I need a piss I use the urinals. It excites me to think someone may see my balls supported by lacy panties.

The best bit is when I’m working, looking out around the courtroom,

“Members of the jury, have you reached a verdict?”

I bellow.

Would they condemn me if they knew?

Linked to Erotic Fiction Deluxe.

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