I have a shoebox full of women's underwear I've found in various places over the last 5 or 6 years.

I find them on the ground, in parking lots, on sidewalks, in the woods. One was hanging up in a tree on the beach, for some reason. If I find a pair I take it home, wash it with my laundry, look at it for a bit, examine and compare to the pairs I already have, and then into the box it goes. I have a leopard print thong in the trunk of my car that I found at the gas station a couple weeks back that still needs to be washed. The parking lot at a local Circle K seems particularly fruitful, as I've found three pairs there on three separate occasions.

I'm not even sure why I do it. It's not a fetish thing, I don't ever wear them or use them to jack off or anything. It doesn't really get me off in any way. I don't steal them either, they're all pairs I've found just going about my day. I have no idea where they come from, whose they are, or why they were there. It's not really a sexual thing. It's not even something I actively think about when I'm not processing a new pair into the box. Every few months I might take them out and just... look at them. And then back into the box they go.

I'm not really sure what my motivation is for doing this, but it's something I do.