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From: Master Z <zombielove75@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} The Other Girl Obsession 1 (M Solo Mast)
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Date: Sat,  5 Mar 2005 17:10:02 -0500
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The Other Girl Obsession 1

I awoke one morning at my girlfiend's apartment.  Both
her and her roommate had already left for work, and I
had the day off that day.  I lay in bed a little
longer, nonchalantly playing with my morning wood,
keeping it hard so at to stave off the uncomfortable
need to urinate.  My thoughts drifted inevitably to
the roommate, and her voluptuous figure, tantalizing
me every time we exist in the the same space.  The
other morning she was just getting out of the shower,
and she thought I was her roommate, my girlfriend. 
She opened the bathroom door wearing only a towel,
simply told me that she thought I was my girl, and
then we chatted for a while.  We're friends, and we're
comfortable with eachother.  I stole glances at her
sexy legs as they peeked out of her towel bottom,
where the edges would separate every time she leaned
forward.  I couldn't help but to look, but
unfortunately I didn't get any beaver shots out of it.
 I think she started to appear slightly uncomfortable
and said, "well I have to go," and shut the door to
dress.  We talked a little more as she came out fully
dressed and continued to get ready for work.

I have to say that while both girls are attractive,
young, and in shape, neither would qualify as the drop
dead gorgeous super model type.  My girlfriend is
slender, curvy, toned, has very firm C cups, and looks
like she just stepped out of a classic painting when
she's nude.  Her roommate is a little thicker but not
fat, more curvy, bigger ass and breasts.  They both
have cute faces.  But neither are particular tall,
which is fine because neither am I.  They both look
good when they fix themselves up to go out to the
club, but neither could ever be in Playboy.

The roommate is also very sweet, at least around me,
and prone to emotional outbreaks.  Inotherwords, she
cries alot.  She's in a strained off and on
relationship with a friend of mine who could treat her
a little better, but it's not my place to say.  She
has the power to leave him, so who's to blame?

At any rate, her volptuousness and her emotional
girlyness just kind of turns me on for some reason.  I
think the main reason is the basic human desire for
that which we don't already have.  I'm very turned on
by my girlfriend, but I can't help my thoughts for her
roommate.  No doubt I would be thrilled to see the
roommate walk into the bedroom where I sometimes
sleep, look at me, slip her bathrobe off to reveal
that lovely naked body that I can only imagine right
now, and then slide into bed with me, passionately
touching and kissing me like I hope she's always
wanted to do, finally giving in to the need to get
fucked by the man whom she must have some inkling is
great in bed, if my girlfriend's moans are of any
indication.  I sometimes think about the story my
girlfriend tells me how her roommate sleepwalked into
her room, chatting about something incoherent, and sat
on the floor because she was naked, while my
girlfriend lay in bed, stirring awake.  Why couldn't
she accidentally sleep walk naked when I'm there by
myself in the morning?

Finally I got out of bed, and ambled downstairs to the
bathroom.  After relieving myself, I turned around to
see a clothing hamper.  The roommate's clothing
hamper.  The bathroom also doubled as a laundry room,
and her dirty laundry was often strewn about the
place.  I locked the bathroom door, even though I was
alone.  I knew I was about to be very bad.  And I
couldn't stop it.  My dick was already rock hard from
the thought.  I stripped off my clothes and carefully
removed the top of the hamper, being sure to remember
exactly the angle at which it crookedly lay.  There
were a pair of panties right there.  I picked them up
with nervous anticipation and searched for the inside,
the part that was snug against the roommate's fine
pussy.  I could see whitish stains.  I put the panties
up to my nose and inhaled deeply, thinking I was going
to hell for sure.  Yet they smelled heavenly.

I immediately began jerking off, thinking of her
lovely pussy, and how it's dry yet heady juices were
rubbing against my nose, knowing from experience that
the scent would somehow remain there on my face all
day.  It wasn't like licking pussy, or even sniffing
pussy.  The combination of the slightly expired scent
with soft cotton (or any material) panties just drove
me wild.  And the fact that I wasn't supposed to be
doing it.  And that I was sniffing the pussy scent of
a girl I was attracted to.  Sure, I could outright ASK
my girlfriend to hand over some dirty panties of her
own, and she would probably comply with a little
mixture of embarrassment and suspicion, but it just
isn't the same.

I started digging for more, first in the hamper, and
then in the pile of clothes that had been thrown into
the closet in an attempt to neaten up the bathroom. 
Some were better than others, some were too old, some
just didn't have a scent at all, and some had a more
sweaty aroma.  Some had a scent of where the panties
reached up into her ass, and the thought of sniffing
that most private of areas made me almost come in my
hand.  But I wasn't satisfied yet.

I put my clothes on and carefully replaced the
panties, to the best of my memory, already paranoid
that somehow girls have the ability to notice exactly
how and in what order they randomly throw dirty
clothes into a hamper.  After glancing for the fifth
time out the window to ensure noone had returned from
work prematurely for whatever reason, I made my way
upstairs to the roommate's room.  My heart pounded and
my breathing quickened as I entered the forbidden
territory.  There were more dirty panties already just
on the floor and in yet another hamper that was light
in contents.  I began sampling each one, hoping to hit
a panty sniffing gold mine from a particular horny
day.  Then I started to snoop around a bit, looking
for a used dildo or vibrator, but no luck.

I returned to the bathroom and fished out my favorite
scented pairs and proceeded to rub one out into the
toilet, carefully aiming in spite of the
uncontrollable release. Afterwards I replaced
everything and triple checked my tracks, feeling
ashamed of course, but aware that there was nothing I
could do about it.  I left for home.

This was true, the following parts are fantasy.

Master Z


	
		
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