🍬 You Pick, I Wear For 24 Hours!

Hello my fellow s**ual deviants! I'm Oksana, a bilingual, educated, 5"2 blonde of Eastern European descent. Not a stereotypical bored housewife. I'm a hardworking demanding solicitor by day and mean biker b**ch at the weekends. I enjoy being in control, buying s**y underwear and knowing guys are smelling my scent.

✅ KinkCoins, Amazon Gift Card, or Wish List Accepted
✅ Vacuumed Sealed, Proof of being Worn.
✅ Discreet Packaging, Printed Label, Secured.
✅ UK Royal Mail | Locker/Store pickup
✅ No Artificial Hormones | No soap

❌ I do not show my face.
❌ I do not do video calls.
❌ I do not use WhatsApp or Telegram.
❌ I do not Meet up.

I'm naturally wet. I'm not on the pill, nor do I use any artificial hormones, and I never have. My smell can vary depending on my cycle, but I'm told I have a delicate scent that makes your whole body tingle and get very aroused.

I add a lot to my standard packages because I want you to be happy. However, I don't like wearing underwear for more than two days in a row because I want you to smell my pure scent, not artificial.

What I offer:

👙 Worn Panties | Bras
🧦 Socks | Stockings
🍆 Used s** Toys
📱 s**ting
🍆 d*ck ratings (honest or humiliating)

Office Underwear: I start my day at 7:30am; I take a shower but will not use any soap on my pu**y. I wear them during my commute, during toilet breaks, and when I get home and work out to get a sweat. I will take 1 photo (no face) of me wearing them and pack them into a vacuumed sealed bag. I use discreet packaging.

Weekend Underwear: I wear them for a maximum of two days during the weekend. I don't work on Saturdays or Sundays, so my weekends consist of my day-to-day life, meetings with friends, s**, and dates. I will take 1 photo (no face) of me wearing them with your name on a card and pack them into a vacuumed sealed bag. I use discreet packaging.

Date/s**/Adult Party: It's rare in my busy schedule, but I will attend a swinger party for a date in very s**y, high-priced underwear. You can buy these used. I will take 2 photos (no face) of me in them and my outfit. I will include a vacuumed sealed bag with your name on a card. I use discreet packaging.

About why I do this?

I've been asked how I started selling my fragrant underwear to strangers on the internet. It feels weird to admit, considering I was raised in a small, religious town in Eastern Europe that I'd rather not name, as discussing such taboos could lead to negative labels. I'm unsure if guys back home would understand something like this.

As a typical blonde Eastern European looks, guys never gave me the time of day back home. I grew up feeling undesired and average until I moved to London 8 years ago. At my first job as a paralegal, I was surprised at how much the English and American guys I worked with appreciated and complimented me on my looks and style. All this attention was something I had never experienced or expected, and I must admit it is addictive. I made some mistakes and had relationships with both men and women who said they only wanted me for my cute face, curves, and b*m. I still feel uncomfortable with such comments; maybe it was due to a strict religious background or small-town guilt.

The turning point for me was with my ex-boyfriend, an American guy working at the same UK law firm. He had stayed at my flat the night before since it was closer to work, but he had felt ill in the morning, so I had gone to the office without him. Later, I decided to surprise him with a nice home-cooked meal and some loving s**; I mean, British and American guys are pretty simple—food, s**, support. I left work early, grabbed some food, and went home. When I opened the door, I heard him run to the bedroom and slam the door shut! I a**umed the worst—that he was cheating—so I kicked open the door, ready for drama. He wasn't cheating. The bed was covered in my used underwear, which he was stuffing back into the laundry basket. When I asked what he was doing, he confessed he'd been taking my used underwear for weeks.

At first, I was angry and pretended it hadn't happened. But as weeks pa**ed, I started getting turned on by the idea of him taking my underwear. I even started leaving my best, most worn panties on the floor to see if they'd disappear while I was at work. I got off on knowing he was craving my scent but couldn't have me; I think it gave me a sense of power and total control.

I got another job, and the distance became a factor, so we amicably split. After we split, he asked if I would send him my used underwear. I said "no!" for two reasons: first, because they were expensive, and second, because I did not fully understand his desire for them. A year after we broke up, I still found myself fantasising about him smelling me, but I never understood why. It became a regular fantasy for me. It was a good release since I don't have time for relationships.

On a night out with the girls, it was suggested that I message him and ask how much he would pay for them. It was a joke at first, but it turned me on to think about it; he replied verbatim, "Those black ones I got you if you have them, £40, MUST BE USED, vacuum sealed". So I put them on the next morning and spent the whole day in the office. When I returned after a long day and took them off, they were rolled around my ankles; I was curious why he wanted this scent. I'm not ashamed to admit it; I sniffed them to see what the fuss was about; maybe it's because I fancy girls too, but in a mix of warm pheromones, I finally got it; it smelled like a slice of heaven comforting me to sleep, but with a hit of arousal that really got me wet. I lovingly packaged them as requested, with a photo of my b*m wearing them just for him. A week later, he asked for another pair, then 2 weeks after that, allowing me to fill my habit of buying s**y underwear and boosting my confidence.

Fast-forward to today and I still send him the occasional underwear, but it's less frequent. I have read about many guys with the same fantasy, and they want nothing in return but a no-strings-attached exchange that fulfils both of our needs and keeps me in s**y underwear and my daily life private.

So, I ended up here writing this. I have just set up the account and want to see if a guy or woman wants to smell the scent of a hardworking professional.