Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410
Okay, like farts are gross, but everyone does it. If you don’t do it, you can get sick! I’d read it was bad to hold in farts, so when I was on a date with this dude Ian, I just let it rip. We were on the couch, sharing a blanket, watching a movie. It was kind of an intense part of the movie, and I didn’t want to miss it by getting up to excuse myself and toot in the bathroom. Remembering that everyone does it, and some guys even like it, I took the risk!
I leaned away from Ian and pushed out that fart that I hoped would be silent and destructive. Instead, it was loud AF! Ian looked at me in shock as the blowback from my asswind pushed against his leg. “Krysta? Did you fart?”
Fueling A Fart Fetish
I felt a little embarrassed; I mean, I didn’t know he was going to ask me about it. I thought it would just linger between us awkwardly till it passed! My hands twisted together in my lap, and I nodded. “Sorry, I couldn’t hold it in.” Ian startled me by laughing, and then he grabbed my shoulders.
“Baby, I have a fart fetish!” His face looked so happy as he got to his knees before me, and he begged. “Please, say there is more where that one came from?” I nodded, and he moaned. “Please! Bend over and let me smell one!” Well, now, I was even more embarrassed but also excited. There was more where it came from and I was grateful for the invitation to let them out!
I climbed up onto my knees and held the back of the couch; looking back over my shoulders, I watched Ian grab my hips and push his nose between my cheeks. The tight bike shorts I wore would do nothing to stop the powerful blow when I released the gas waiting for him. “Ready?” I asked, but Ian only moaned. It was time to fuel that boy’s fart fetish!
Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410