The first time it happened, I thought it was wild and I felt it was because it was our first time. He pushed me into his bed and we started kissing. When I realized it was getting to that point, I lifted my butt up for him to take it off. But he didn’t. He held both sides of my dross and tore it into pieces. I wasn’t happy about it because that dross used to be my favourite. I wore it on special occasions. There’s a way it hugs my bottom and makes it look like I have more than I really have. But because of his pleasure that day, I lost a good panty. 

After the action, I carried it home, performed a requiem mass for it and bade it rest in peace; “You were one of the true soldiers. It’s sad you have to end this way but God knows why.” I buried that panty with the hope that it wasn’t going to happen again. Addo is a great guy who seldomly speaks. He picks his words carefully and doesn’t say more than he has to say. He’s one of the guys you’ll meet today and call him a quiet guy. Sometimes I had to encourage him before he would say a word, especially when we are in the midst of people. Quiet outside but loud in bed.

The second one happened in his car. He was travelling the next morning and called for me to see him after work. We met in town and had a lot to eat and a lot to drink. It was around 10pm when we left the place. While driving me home, he stopped at a deserted corner and told me, “I’m going for a week and I can’t stand the fact that I’m going to miss you for that long.” He said it while looking into my eyes. I thought it was cute so I kissed him. By the time I realized he was asking for more. I asked, “Here? Don’t you think it’s dangerous?” He whispered, “The more dangerous it is, the more fun. It’s going to be quick. Just watch me.”

The next thing I heard was tsriiiiiiw! My dross had been torn into two pieces. I said, “Take your time. You could have told me to take it off instead of breaking it apart.” He responded, “It’s meant to be quick so no time to waste.” 

I buried another pant all because of another man’s pleasure. Again, I believed it was a coincidence and it wasn’t going to happen again. When it happened the third time, I got angry. I nearly didn’t do it but he was pleading with me not to interrupt so I watched him do it while I burning with anger. When he was done and panting, I told him, “This is the third time this is happening. How many panties do I have to lose before you stop?” He answered, “It’s better that way.”

“What’s better that way? How many seconds does it take to take it off that you can’t wait?”

“It’s not about the seconds. It’s about the feeling that comes with it.”

“What kind of silly feeling is that? No, that can’t continue. If you can’t take it off, just wait and I will do it myself.”

He burst out laughing. I was seriously talking about what’s important to me and this man was there laughing at me. I told him, “I’m serious. The next time this happens, we won’t do it. I’ll cross my thighs and that would be the end of it.” He kept laughing. He knew I wasn’t going to do that and he was right. I mellowed my voice and told him, “Stop laughing. It’s a serious issue we are talking about here. Panties are very expensive these days. You can’t keep tearing them apart as if they were tissues.” He stopped laughing and with all the seriousness he could muster, he told me, “If it’s about the price, then don’t worry. Whenever you need a new set, please tell me.”

Of course, I wasn’t going to tell him to give me money for a new set of panties so the next time I was going to see him, I didn’t wear anything underneath. I knew we would definitely get to that point. I wasn’t ready to offer another panty to be slaughtered so I walked in there empty at the bottom. You can imagine the shock on his face when he realized that I had nothing on. He asked, “What happened? Why are you not wearing anything?” I answered, “You are going to take it off anyway, so what’s the point?” 

This guy behaved as if I had committed a sacrilege. He was ranting; “Why would you do that? I told you I would pay for what I destroy so why come here looking like this? No, that’s not how it’s done. You’re a woman. You can’t go around wearing nothing at the bottom.”

After all the complaints, he went ahead and did it. His energy was down. You could see from the way he did it that he had lost some level of enthusiasm. He didn’t last. A few minutes later, he was off. While lying there and looking up at the ceiling, he started waxing lyrics, “No, you didn’t have to do that. It’s a lot of motivation for me. It’s like a fetish, I can’t go to level two without conquering this level.” 

Talking about fetish got me confused. I asked him, “So you’re going to do this for the rest of the life of this relationship? As in, a panty has to be assassinated anytime you want to have fun? Is that even feasible?” 

That day when I was leaving, he gave me money. It wasn’t the first time he was giving me money but this time, he was very specific; “I don’t know how much you buy them for but I hope this can get you a dozen. Don’t ever walk in here without being covered in one. It’s very important to me.”

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When I got home, I felt it was important for us to talk about his past. I wanted to know why that was important to him and why he would lose enthusiasm because of that. I asked about his previous girlfriends and why they left him. While narrating his story, I asked him, “So they all sacrificed panties on the altar of shuperu?” He answered, “They did. They didn’t have issues with it. In fact, they even felt it was fun. You’re the only woman I’m dating who doesn’t see this as fun.” 

I knew he was lying. I’ve been a woman for twenty-seven years. I’ve lived with so many women who were open about their sexual experiences and none of them ever told me about meeting a panty assassinator along the path of their dating life.

I’ve taken the pain to ask a couple of friends in my circle. They all laughed at me. They called it strange. Some even said Addo needs psychological screening; “If he’s going to do this each time you two have to do it, then you better start a panty company in your house. Produce what you wear because you’re going to lose a lot than money can buy,” they made fun of me. I feel they are just a few friends and they might probably not know. So what if I share my story on a big platform and sample the opinions of thousands of ladies? I might come across someone who might have had this experience before. It’s the reason I’m sharing my story here. Ladies, have you ever come across such a man before?

The kind of energy he uses to tear the panty is what amuses me. I mean, it’s just a string and a piece of cloth. You don’t need to recall the energy of your ancestors to be able to tear it but come and see this guy when he’s about to tear it. Sometimes I laugh so hard that I get out of the mood. You see how Micheal Jackson tears off his shirts during a performance? Just imagine that without the screams and that’s exactly how Addo does it. 

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Currently, this fetish is the only thing we don’t agree on. I don’t see myself losing panties until my dying days. Some panties come into your life and they become your babies. You love them because they are perfect. You can buy the same panty again and it wouldn’t do what the previous one did. He doesn’t understand this because he’s not a woman. Whatever touches your skin and makes you feel like home should be treated like a friend including a woman’s briefs. I can’t afford to see them go just because a man wants to feel connected with the light of his ancestors. No. I love him but I can’t love that fetish no matter what. I want him to change but while that change hasn’t come, I want to know if it’s something anyone here has ever come across.

–Benita

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