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I Learned to Love Her
Author: Closet Fetishist

Written: July 10th, 2010

I'm totally out of my league and yet here is this woman; her perfect ten face approaching my satisfactory six, her perfect ten lips approaching my delightful eight.

We sit on her bed; in her family home. Lot of prissy pink for a twenty-two year old female but I don't judge.

Why's she settling is the last thought I could muster before she makes contact; I massage her lips with mine, sucking gently on the soft, smooth skin.

I back slightly, take a breath, and then proceed; I put my hand on her side.

She, instantaneously, moves it to her back; near her pants.

I dig in and roughly grab her wonderfully smooth ass.

She laughs with an excited moan.

I back away slightly and stand from her bed.

We meet eyes.

She also stands and comes very close.

I reach down and undo her belt. In the silence, I fear I've gone too far; I look up at her.

She looks up, from her pants, at me and smiles cutely.

Guess it's a go. I undo her button and the dark purple jeans fall to the floor.

She starts on my pants; I start on her shirt. It's a button up; difficult from the other side but I've given her the same challenge; I notice she too struggles slightly.

She finishes my shirt first. She does a little dance; it makes taking her shirt off harder.

It's finally done; she's not wearing a bra, thank God. I peek at her perfect ten breasts as she pulls me to the bed and lies me down.

I smile as she mounts me; she leans down and kisses me again then she turns and puts her backside in my face.

I feel her lips surround my erect member and I already feel in a world of pleasure. She sucks up and down, slow at first then she quickens the pace. She licks my balls and I feel euphoric instantly; she found my sexual weak point.

I moan softly.

She giggles, then puts my dick back in her mouth.

I rub her ass; massage it softly. I part her cheeks as I feel my release; she takes it in her mouth. I pant quietly.


"What the fuck was that!?" I ask, out of breath; the putrid eggy smell invading my exhausted senses.

She turns; she's got tears in her eyes, "I'm so sorry."

She quickly rises.

I sit up,"What's wrong?"

"Nothing! Just go!"

"Wuh...wait, why?"


"I don't understand."

"Look, I know you don't want to stay!"

"How do you know that?"

"Because, you're like everyone."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm sorry I'm gassy...I can't help it!"

"No one's asking you to."

She's silent.

"Look, sweetie, I don't care that you're gassy." I smile as I put my hand on her arm. "It doesn't matter to me."

She smiles.

"I mean, it's not like you're asking me to smell them."

Her smile fades.

Mine does too.

"You do?"



"I don't know; I've always had this thing. I want a boy to smell my disgusting farts and like 'em."


"I know," she hangs her head.

Silence permeates.

"You know; thinking back...I overreacted."

"What do you mean?"

"I think you just surprised me."

"What are you talking about?"

"Your farts; they aren't so bad," I smile at her, egging her on...oh...poor choice of words.

She beams.

"Just you wait."

I lie back on her bed.

"You sure you're okay with this?"

"Just don't kill me and we'll be cool."

"Kay!" She says excited as she mounts my face; she sits on me full weight. It's already hard to breathe; I can only imagine what adding some methane does to the equation.

I wouldn't wait long.


I felt the hot, smelly air rush up my nose; it burned a little and the smell was unlike anything I've ever experienced. Beans were definitely involved; I started to question her motives but, if this is what she enjoyed, far be it from me to not give it to her...she gives me so much.


"Oooo, smell that one! Like rotten eggs...ewww," she says, laughing.

So much...and then some.

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