I have a fetish for body odor of girls, especially for sweat and farts which I keep in secret. I haven’t experienced that with any girl yet. Worn girl panties would make me explode because the longer it’s worn the more arousing for me. Beginning in 2011 that fetish grew strongly so I got almost insane because of what happened that time:
In April that year I learned to know a 21-years-old girl named Konstantina who was in my class year. I fell in love with her so heavily. I was ultra-keen on her as I could be. My feelings were purely physical, but violent and boundless desires. So I would describe my feelings about her as concentrated love, together with painful and convulsive longing, instead of just a promiscuous crush. At the beginning I was too shy to talk to Konstantina, because her physical presence had made me communicative incapacitated. But I watched Konstantina often. She was South-Eastern-European, more specifically Greek, with dark, naturally curly long hair with slightly blonde highlights as well as typical Mediterranean brown eyes. She had a very girlish appearance with full natural lips, which were not stood out but fell with her other body parts in an unobtrusively way to an irresistible entirely. Konstantina was not too slim, which meant that for my taste she had enough of desirable female matter. But she was also not too chubby, because I could see she had some athletic joy of life. Her face, body contours and complexion had already met my ideal in detail. I did not have to adjust Konstantina to my wishful thinking but she met my wishful thinking. Thus my sexual impulsiveness had addressed directly to Konstantina. I coveted each of her body parts with all its pollutions, whether seen or not, heard or not, smelled or not. Konstantina was about 5’9 feet/175 cm tall, so on the one hand she looked relatively mature but on the other hand she was also a youthfully acting young girl by her countenance. When I met her directly I had a feeling of having the personification of my imagination of heaven in front of me. I watched things about Konstantina, which other people didn’t seem to realize or felt they were probably insignificant. For instance, when Konstantina was being silent, her lips were almost always half-open in a tenderly acting manner. Her mouth looked so incredibly soft and unattainably attractive that it made me crazy, because I didn’t know if her half-open lips were to be understood as a pickup to those who were fancy about it or even as a typical child-like lack of body control.
Of course I imagined very often that I entered Konstantina’s girl-paradise by rubbing my nose between her legs, especially her buttocks and sniffing her sweet, not quite clean fragrance, while she enjoyably and slowly pooped out her thick flatulence with an attempted but unsuccessful unobtrusiveness, tentatively interrupting. Konstantina’s appearance, especially that of her face, with all nuances of her expression, which seemed sometimes quite childish, whether she was being silent with half-open lips, showing her teeth by talking or laughing, was always for me in a direct association with her body odors.