looks like it's been crossposted,,, but since it was posted
here among other places,,, it HAS to be related,, hope IT doesn't
come back either.... kinda like a plague,, get rid of it and hope
it never returns.....shudder





"chong" wrote in
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r u related to Amber??

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Well, for couple of years Kristen's been having a bizarre
habit/hobby, -farting on cream cakes... (beats me) It's amazing
to see her taking off her pants, exposing her bare butt before
me, then bending over, squating with it to the cake, and
vigorously breaking winds all over it. It's so wierd! Once I
decided to get down to it and asked her as to the meaning of
this bizarre fetish, so she told me that it has turned her on
since being a little girl. Beats me! She can hardly even
explain it to herself!

So one day while I was drinking my coffee, she approached me,
took a cake out of the frige, got undressed and carried out her
constant ritual. I got suddenly so turned on, that my prick
thought of punching my stretched pants, so I took 'em off.
Astonished and grateful, I stared at my lover performing the
ceremony easily and slowly, thanking holy ghost for her beauty.
She bent down to place her ass in front of the cake, while I'm
standing in the corner watching her drawing near, her slot and
asshole are approximately 2-3 inches from the cake, waiting
patiently for the digestion gases to accumulate, then be thrust
out of her body to meet the beneign cake. She told me she'd had
thebeans, so she was equiped with a lot of farts just to be
proud of. After she let out a silent one, felt only due to its
odor, she broke winds loudly, about 5 or 6 in a row, every one
of them sounded like a canon bombardment, or at least - a
starting motorcycle. The last one lasted 7 whole seconds.
Initially the smell was hot, strong and condensed as th\e
molecules were too dense. After a while when it beganto spread,
it has become sharp, punctual and less offensive. After
about 20 seconds it felt all over the room, surprisingly
turning me on.

She got up from the bending position, getting up on her feet. I
kissed and hugged her passionately, thanking her for thrilling
me, and we both went to the bedroom to make love and view a
Veronica Moser film. As for the cake- after a few hours it was
a total mess, looked full of fungi and all sorts of bacteria
and sour, still carrying Kris' wonderful smell. Needless to
say, it served as our desert for dinner that very
evening (yummy...).

She also had confessed to mostly enjoy breaking silent and
smelly farts while in public or near strange people (preferably
her male friends -ughhh give me a break!) - but that's for
another time.

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