C*m Tribute Me

Married. Discreet. Secretly soaking my panties for forbidden strangers, men who crave what they shouldn’t. Just like you.

If you’ve ever fantasized about inhaling the scent of a woman who shouldn’t be doing this… you’re exactly where you need to be.

I sell what I’m not supposed to.
My husband has no idea.
But you? You’ll hold it. Smell it. Maybe taste it. And that’s what makes it so irresistibly good.

Each pair is a forbidden fragment of me: warm, damp, soaked in secrets from my busy days… and my wild nights.
I only sell to those who crave something rare, intimate, and utterly real.

I’m no model. I don’t perform.
I’m a real woman with a full life, a soaked core, and a hunger I’ve kept locked away for far too long.

Ready to own what he’ll never know? Slide into my DMs… quietly.




✭ My Secret Story

In my late thirties, living in France, a working woman, a wife, a mother… and lately, someone exploring a secret desire I never thought I’d follow.

I first heard about women selling their worn underwear years ago. At first, it sounded strange… even funny. The idea lingered, forbidden, exciting, simmering just beneath the surface.

I thought about telling my husband… but I pictured him laughing. I felt silly, so I let it go.

Years pa**ed. Then one day, the thought came back. This time, it ignited something deep inside me.

The idea of strangers holding my panties, breathing me in, imagining my scent…
It stirred a secret fire. Dangerous. Irresistible. I couldn’t deny it any longer.

So I did it.
I began selling what no one knows I sell.
And doing it behind his back made it all the more thrilling.

Only a select few will ever own, smell, and taste what I’ve kept hidden for over 16 years.
That’s rare. That’s real. That’s priceless.

If you’re ready to explore something intimate, dirty, and true… I’m here, waiting for someone who understands how to savor secrets.




✭ What You’ll Hold

I wear my panties through my busy, ordinary days:
At work. At home. During Pilates. Sometimes after more private moments…

Each piece is soaked with a part of me. Soft, warm, worn, fragrant.
By holding them, you’re not just receiving fabric.
You’re touching a secret. Feeling my warmth. Inhaling my pleasure.

This ritual is reserved for those who understand intimacy.
If you’re one of them, I’ll wrap your treasure with care… and a whisper of the forbidden.

Opening the package will feel like p**ling back a secret layer of me. Not everyone gets that close.

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✭ My Rules

I never show my face.
No calls. No explicit videos.
My anonymity is part of the thrill. I stay fully in control.





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