u/Western-Farm5856

Hello everyone again, I'll tell you the stories that led me to this fetish, or at least to become curious about farts.

📌 Well... this story begins with me in my backyard. There were some swings, and I was spending the afternoon there. My mother was inside with her friends playing cards. One of them came out; she was a blonde with a huge ass. She was wearing tight jeans that day. She sat on a log that was there, took out a cigarette and lit it, and before she could even smoke, she leaned to the side and let out a long, bubbly fart that lasted about 10 seconds. After that, she groaned in relief and said, "Ugh, it stinks." She put out the cigarette and went back inside, still letting out the fart. She didn't even care that I was there watching her fart. To this day, I suspect she used the excuse of going for a smoke to fart and went inside because it smelled so bad.

Plus: That woman always burped and farted shamelessly whenever she came over. Once, she even brought her young son, and I let him stay in my room with me watching TV. At one point, she came to check if the boy was behaving, stood in the middle of the room, and said, "I want to fart." Then she let out three farts: a small one, a medium one, and the last one—I saw her strain and make a face to release a huge fart. She said, "Ugh, I'm rotting," while airing out the smell. She didn't even apologize; she just left the room, leaving the smell of shit in there.

📌 In this one I was in my first year, I had a "friend" that I only saw on the bus at the exit, we lived on the same street but we only saw each other when traveling by bus, so there wasn't much trust, just normal to chat during the trip. One morning at 7:20 a.m., when we took the bus, we sat together as usual, me by the window. She was telling me something when suddenly she said "shh," leaned forward, pointing her butt at me, and let out a very long and loud fart. She continued talking as if nothing had happened, and in less than 5 seconds, when she complained a little, she lifted her rear end forward and let out another very long and loud fart. She sighed and continued talking. I just stared at her and looked around to see if anyone else had seen her, but everyone was asleep, and she didn't say anything. The fart didn't smell like anything, but I was shocked because we weren't that friends, and yet she farted without warning.

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Hello everyone again, I'll tell you the stories that led me to this fetish, or at least to become curious about farts.

📌 Well... this story begins with me in my backyard. There were some swings, and I was spending the afternoon there. My mother was inside with her friends playing cards. One of them came out; she was a blonde with a huge ass. She was wearing tight jeans that day. She sat on a log that was there, took out a cigarette and lit it, and before she could even smoke, she leaned to the side and let out a long, bubbly fart that lasted about 10 seconds. After that, she groaned in relief and said, "Ugh, it stinks." She put out the cigarette and went back inside, still letting out the fart. She didn't even care that I was there watching her fart. To this day, I suspect she used the excuse of going for a smoke to fart and went inside because it smelled so bad.

Plus: That woman always burped and farted shamelessly whenever she came over. Once, she even brought her young son, and I let him stay in my room with me watching TV. At one point, she came to check if the boy was behaving, stood in the middle of the room, and said, "I want to fart." Then she let out three farts: a small one, a medium one, and the last one—I saw her strain and make a face to release a huge fart. She said, "Ugh, I'm rotting," while airing out the smell. She didn't even apologize; she just left the room, leaving the smell of shit in there.

📌 In this one I was in my first year, I had a "friend" that I only saw on the bus at the exit, we lived on the same street but we only saw each other when traveling by bus, so there wasn't much trust, just normal to chat during the trip. One morning at 7:20 a.m., when we took the bus, we sat together as usual, me by the window. She was telling me something when suddenly she said "shh," leaned forward, pointing her butt at me, and let out a very long and loud fart. She continued talking as if nothing had happened, and in less than 5 seconds, when she complained a little, she lifted her rear end forward and let out another very long and loud fart. She sighed and continued talking. I just stared at her and looked around to see if anyone else had seen her, but everyone was asleep, and she didn't say anything. The fart didn't smell like anything, but I was shocked because we weren't that friends, and yet she farted without warning.

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Hi!! 🖤🖤 I'm bringing you the stories, since many of you love this! You can comment if you prefer my stories with other people or solo.

Here are the stories:

📌I had a date with a guy who, after lunch, asked me to go to Walmart with him. I had just eaten: a giant berry smoothie and a chicken and egg sandwich with fries. So I had held in my farts for a couple of hours. While he was in line, I used the excuse of looking for something to go fart in and chose the toys and books section, which is usually empty. I was afraid someone would come, but I pointed my butt straight at the shelves while pretending to look at the toys and let out the first fart—a loud, dry BRRRRRRRRRRRT! I saw that no one was coming and let out two more, just as loud. I moved toward the books and pretended to flip through the magazines, releasing two more bombs, long and smelly. I couldn't stop laughing, so I tried to air out the room with a magazine, but the smell of decay was overwhelming. Suddenly, I took a step back and let out a bubbly fart. I saw someone approaching and cut it short in a panic, but the person got lost in the aisle and left. As soon as they turned around, I finished off the rest of the bubbly gas. In the end, I grabbed some random shampoo to cover it up. On my way to the checkout, I let out one last little fart that sounded exactly like a duck. I went back to my date pretending everything was normal, when in reality I had just let out seven long farts and my parting "duck."

📌I went to visit a friend and we had fries with cheddar and Coke for dinner. After a while, he fell asleep and I left. As soon as I walked out the door, my bloated stomach started begging for mercy. I walked down the street letting out hot bursts that sounded incredibly loud against my tight green leggings. The latex in my leggings felt like it was about to burst. At the bus stop, I took advantage of the green light and the noise of the engines to release loud farts that sounded like they were begging for mercy because of how tight my leggings were and how awful they smelled—like rancid cheese. A girl arrived to wait, but she was wearing headphones, so I shamelessly leaned to the side to let out more farts. The wind carried the rancid smell to the girl, but I didn't even dare look at her, I was too embarrassed. The bus was torture because it was silent, and I couldn't fart because they sounded like a mooing cow. When I finally got off and was alone at the next bus stop, I sat on the bench. I was alone, so every two minutes I leaned over to release my pent-up farts. I even recorded a couple of videos of the sounds to send to my friend so he could see the mess his food had made. (I can upload the videos in another post)

📌This story is with my friend, the one who says my farts are "delicious"... We were in her garden drinking lemonade and chatting. Suddenly, she stood up and started laughing. She took a step and let out a fart, took another step and another fart. On the third step, she stopped, strained, and released a long, thick fart that matched her laughter. We were both trying not to laugh. I didn't hold back; I took advantage of the moment, lifted my butt slightly off the chair, and let out a wet fart I'd been holding in for a while. After that, we relaxed and talked until she lifted her legs, pointed directly at me, and let out her final explosion, long and sounding like bubbles were coming from her vagina. She started waving it towards me with her hand. Although it didn't smell that bad, I pretended to be disgusted and walked away, laughing my head off. (I have thousands of stories with this friend that I'll tell her little by little.)

⛓️You can subscribe using my link if you have questions about my fetish, if you want more details, or if there's a specific story you'd like me to tell (and if I actually have anything like that to share), or if you just want to chat. You can message me there; I'm very open about it.

Hi!! 🖤🖤 I'm bringing you the stories, since many of you love this! You can comment if you prefer my stories with other people or solo.

Here are the stories:

📌I had a date with a guy who, after lunch, asked me to go to Walmart with him. I had just eaten: a giant berry smoothie and a chicken and egg sandwich with fries. So I had held in my farts for a couple of hours. While he was in line, I used the excuse of looking for something to go fart in and chose the toys and books section, which is usually empty. I was afraid someone would come, but I pointed my butt straight at the shelves while pretending to look at the toys and let out the first fart—a loud, dry BRRRRRRRRRRRT! I saw that no one was coming and let out two more, just as loud. I moved toward the books and pretended to flip through the magazines, releasing two more bombs, long and smelly. I couldn't stop laughing, so I tried to air out the room with a magazine, but the smell of decay was overwhelming. Suddenly, I took a step back and let out a bubbly fart. I saw someone approaching and cut it short in a panic, but the person got lost in the aisle and left. As soon as they turned around, I finished off the rest of the bubbly gas. In the end, I grabbed some random shampoo to cover it up. On my way to the checkout, I let out one last little fart that sounded exactly like a duck. I went back to my date pretending everything was normal, when in reality I had just let out seven long farts and my parting "duck."

📌I went to visit a friend and we had fries with cheddar and Coke for dinner. After a while, he fell asleep and I left. As soon as I walked out the door, my bloated stomach started begging for mercy. I walked down the street letting out hot bursts that sounded incredibly loud against my tight green leggings. The latex in my leggings felt like it was about to burst. At the bus stop, I took advantage of the green light and the noise of the engines to release loud farts that sounded like they were begging for mercy because of how tight my leggings were and how awful they smelled—like rancid cheese. A girl arrived to wait, but she was wearing headphones, so I shamelessly leaned to the side to let out more farts. The wind carried the rancid smell to the girl, but I didn't even dare look at her, I was too embarrassed. The bus was torture because it was silent, and I couldn't fart because they sounded like a mooing cow. When I finally got off and was alone at the next bus stop, I sat on the bench. I was alone, so every two minutes I leaned over to release my pent-up farts. I even recorded a couple of videos of the sounds to send to my friend so he could see the mess his food had made. (I can upload the videos in another post)

📌This story is with my friend, the one who says my farts are "delicious"... We were in her garden drinking lemonade and chatting. Suddenly, she stood up and started laughing. She took a step and let out a fart, took another step and another fart. On the third step, she stopped, strained, and released a long, thick fart that matched her laughter. We were both trying not to laugh. I didn't hold back; I took advantage of the moment, lifted my butt slightly off the chair, and let out a wet fart I'd been holding in for a while. After that, we relaxed and talked until she lifted her legs, pointed directly at me, and let out her final explosion, long and sounding like bubbles were coming from her vagina. She started waving it towards me with her hand. Although it didn't smell that bad, I pretended to be disgusted and walked away, laughing my head off. (I have thousands of stories with this friend that I'll tell her little by little.)

⛓️You can subscribe using my link if you have questions about my fetish, if you want more details, or if there's a specific story you'd like me to tell (and if I actually have anything like that to share), or if you just want to chat. You can message me there; I'm very open about it.

🖤Many people enjoyed my stories as a babysitter. I've been taking care of these children every day for five years, so I have thousands of stories. Here are a few. Tomorrow I'll share some more about things outside of work🖤

📌Once, I was getting the kids ready for school and I was feeling bloated. So, while I was getting them changed, I really needed to fart. I kept going into the kids' closet pretending I was looking for something, but I was actually letting out a really loud and smelly fart. I went into the closet four times, and my farts were huge; the kids could probably hear me even if I locked myself in there. Luckily, they left after about 20 minutes, and I was alone in the house. I started cleaning up the mess the kids had made while letting out loud farts all over the house. When I finished, I sat down to watch TV in the living room, letting the couch muffle my last few farts.

📌We were in the living room again, playing with the kids and watching TV. Since the kids were distracted playing, I was letting out silent farts. Even though I leaned forward, sometimes even aiming at the nearest kid, the room was becoming like a radioactive field because of how stinky my farts were. They were burning my butt, so I'm not surprised by the smell. I tried to air it out, but it only made it worse. After a while, their mom came in, and the room still smelled like my farts. She said, "It smells like ass in here," and I said, "Yeah, the kids came home with stomach aches." She gave the kids medicine and digestive tea when I was the one who needed to stop farting. 😂

📌This other day it was a rainy day. We had spent the whole afternoon watching movies and eating popcorn. Popcorn makes me fart loudly. So at dinnertime, we were sitting down to eat when I suddenly felt the urge to fart, so I just pushed it through. The fart traveled all the way down my ass crack and sounded like a cross between applause and a motorcycle. The girl was surprised, but I told her I had to eat if she wanted dessert. When I let out the second fart, the girl started saying I smelled like popcorn. I kept farting, and the farts sounded like applause, while we ate dinner. I let out about five or six long farts. I'm sorry for us eating, but I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to hear my farts muffled by the chair, traveling down my ass crack, and shooting out like machine gun

⛓️You can subscribe to my page if you have questions or want dirty details; we can also chat and exchange more stories there

🖤Many people enjoyed my stories as a babysitter. I've been taking care of these children every day for five years, so I have thousands of stories. Here are a few. Tomorrow I'll share some more about things outside of work🖤

📌Once, I was getting the kids ready for school and I was feeling bloated. So, while I was getting them changed, I really needed to fart. I kept going into the kids' closet pretending I was looking for something, but I was actually letting out a really loud and smelly fart. I went into the closet four times, and my farts were huge; the kids could probably hear me even if I locked myself in there. Luckily, they left after about 20 minutes, and I was alone in the house. I started cleaning up the mess the kids had made while letting out loud farts all over the house. When I finished, I sat down to watch TV in the living room, letting the couch muffle my last few farts.

📌We were in the living room again, playing with the kids and watching TV. Since the kids were distracted playing, I was letting out silent farts. Even though I leaned forward, sometimes even aiming at the nearest kid, the room was becoming like a radioactive field because of how stinky my farts were. They were burning my butt, so I'm not surprised by the smell. I tried to air it out, but it only made it worse. After a while, their mom came in, and the room still smelled like my farts. She said, "It smells like ass in here," and I said, "Yeah, the kids came home with stomach aches." She gave the kids medicine and digestive tea when I was the one who needed to stop farting. 😂

📌This other day it was a rainy day. We had spent the whole afternoon watching movies and eating popcorn. Popcorn makes me fart loudly. So at dinnertime, we were sitting down to eat when I suddenly felt the urge to fart, so I just pushed it through. The fart traveled all the way down my ass crack and sounded like a cross between applause and a motorcycle. The girl was surprised, but I told her I had to eat if she wanted dessert. When I let out the second fart, the girl started saying I smelled like popcorn. I kept farting, and the farts sounded like applause, while we ate dinner. I let out about five or six long farts. I'm sorry for us eating, but I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to hear my farts muffled by the chair, traveling down my ass crack, and shooting out like machine gun

⛓️You can subscribe to my page if you have questions or want dirty details; we can also chat and exchange more stories there

🖤Many people enjoyed my stories as a babysitter. I've been taking care of these children every day for five years, so I have thousands of stories. Here are a few. Tomorrow I'll share some more about things outside of work🖤

📌Once, I was getting the kids ready for school and I was feeling bloated. So, while I was getting them changed, I really needed to fart. I kept going into the kids' closet pretending I was looking for something, but I was actually letting out a really loud and smelly fart. I went into the closet four times, and my farts were huge; the kids could probably hear me even if I locked myself in there. Luckily, they left after about 20 minutes, and I was alone in the house. I started cleaning up the mess the kids had made while letting out loud farts all over the house. When I finished, I sat down to watch TV in the living room, letting the couch muffle my last few farts.

📌We were in the living room again, playing with the kids and watching TV. Since the kids were distracted playing, I was letting out silent farts. Even though I leaned forward, sometimes even aiming at the nearest kid, the room was becoming like a radioactive field because of how stinky my farts were. They were burning my butt, so I'm not surprised by the smell. I tried to air it out, but it only made it worse. After a while, their mom came in, and the room still smelled like my farts. She said, "It smells like ass in here," and I said, "Yeah, the kids came home with stomach aches." She gave the kids medicine and digestive tea when I was the one who needed to stop farting. 😂

📌This other day it was a rainy day. We had spent the whole afternoon watching movies and eating popcorn. Popcorn makes me fart loudly. So at dinnertime, we were sitting down to eat when I suddenly felt the urge to fart, so I just pushed it through. The fart traveled all the way down my ass crack and sounded like a cross between applause and a motorcycle. The girl was surprised, but I told her I had to eat if she wanted dessert. When I let out the second fart, the girl started saying I smelled like popcorn. I kept farting, and the farts sounded like applause, while we ate dinner. I let out about five or six long farts. I'm sorry for us eating, but I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to hear my farts muffled by the chair, traveling down my ass crack, and shooting out like machine gun

⛓️You can subscribe to my page if you have questions or want dirty details; we can also chat and exchange more stories there

🖤Hey. I'm going to tell you my stories as a farting girl. I hope you like them, and I'd love to know if you want to read more. I love farting and having other people fart in my presence, so I have tons of stories🖤

📌My friend and I were together, coming back from running some errands on the bus. I held in my farts all afternoon, so when she got off first, I took advantage of the steps and let out a deep, heavy one. The bus carried the noise away, and she didn't notice anything. Walking home, I still felt the need to fart, so I let out a quiet, warm one. Knowing the smell would catch up with us, I said, "I just farted." Her response was, "Delicious," even though the smell was disgusting and followed us as we walked. When the air cleared, I let out another quiet, warm fart. "I just farted again," I warned. She said again, "That one's more delicious." I never knew if she was joking, but from that day on, we broke down the barrier and now we fart together all the time. I'll tell you more stories about her.

📌I was leaving work after a long night shift and stopped at a Chinese bazaar early in the morning. It was almost empty, with loud music and the employees having breakfast behind the register. I was strolling along peacefully and alone until I reached the aisle with the stuffed animals. I felt the urge to fart, so I discreetly started letting it out as I walked. It was a 20-second fart, incredibly long, and despite the music, it sounded like I was about to shit myself. I walked back down the same aisle and the smell was literally rotten. I had to leave quickly, but not before letting out one last 5-second fart. I stopped there before anyone approached and left before anyone could connect me to that awful smell.

📌I'm a babysitter for twins and I took them to get fruit smoothies. Since they ordered large cups, they didn't finish their milkshakes, so I drank them myself. In the square, the kids were playing, and I sat on a bench while my stomach churned from the milkshakes. I started farting; they felt warm and smelled awful. At one point, the kid sat down next to me, and I wanted to let out another "little fart," thinking it would be silent like the others. I leaned over, aiming at the kid, and out came a huge fart that sounded like a cow. The kid ran away screaming, "He farted!" Luckily, it was just me and the kids... luckily he ran away because the smell could have made him faint. On the way home, we walked, and since the kid had already given me away, I let the kids run ahead while I took advantage of the situation to fart. I let out about 10 to 15 wet farts, leaving the smell behind... (shart alert). When I got home, as I was taking off my shoes, I forced myself to let out one last fart, a really long, juicy, and smelly one. I got some on my underwear, but that last fart took away my stomachache.

🖤Hey. I'm going to tell you my stories as a farting girl. I hope you like them, and I'd love to know if you want to read more. I love farting and having other people fart in my presence, so I have tons of stories🖤

📌My friend and I were together, coming back from running some errands on the bus. I held in my farts all afternoon, so when she got off first, I took advantage of the steps and let out a deep, heavy one. The bus carried the noise away, and she didn't notice anything. Walking home, I still felt the need to fart, so I let out a quiet, warm one. Knowing the smell would catch up with us, I said, "I just farted." Her response was, "Delicious," even though the smell was disgusting and followed us as we walked. When the air cleared, I let out another quiet, warm fart. "I just farted again," I warned. She said again, "That one's more delicious." I never knew if she was joking, but from that day on, we broke down the barrier and now we fart together all the time. I'll tell you more stories about her.

📌I was leaving work after a long night shift and stopped at a Chinese bazaar early in the morning. It was almost empty, with loud music and the employees having breakfast behind the register. I was strolling along peacefully and alone until I reached the aisle with the stuffed animals. I felt the urge to fart, so I discreetly started letting it out as I walked. It was a 20-second fart, incredibly long, and despite the music, it sounded like I was about to shit myself. I walked back down the same aisle and the smell was literally rotten. I had to leave quickly, but not before letting out one last 5-second fart. I stopped there before anyone approached and left before anyone could connect me to that awful smell.

📌I'm a babysitter for twins and I took them to get fruit smoothies. Since they ordered large cups, they didn't finish their milkshakes, so I drank them myself. In the square, the kids were playing, and I sat on a bench while my stomach churned from the milkshakes. I started farting; they felt warm and smelled awful. At one point, the kid sat down next to me, and I wanted to let out another "little fart," thinking it would be silent like the others. I leaned over, aiming at the kid, and out came a huge fart that sounded like a cow. The kid ran away screaming, "He farted!" Luckily, it was just me and the kids... luckily he ran away because the smell could have made him faint. On the way home, we walked, and since the kid had already given me away, I let the kids run ahead while I took advantage of the situation to fart. I let out about 10 to 15 wet farts, leaving the smell behind... (shart alert). When I got home, as I was taking off my shoes, I forced myself to let out one last fart, a really long, juicy, and smelly one. I got some on my underwear, but that last fart took away my stomachache.

🖤Hey. I'm going to tell you my stories as a farting girl. I hope you like them, and I'd love to know if you want to read more. I love farting and having other people fart in my presence, so I have tons of stories🖤

📌My friend and I were together, coming back from running some errands on the bus. I held in my farts all afternoon, so when she got off first, I took advantage of the steps and let out a deep, heavy one. The bus carried the noise away, and she didn't notice anything. Walking home, I still felt the need to fart, so I let out a quiet, warm one. Knowing the smell would catch up with us, I said, "I just farted." Her response was, "Delicious," even though the smell was disgusting and followed us as we walked. When the air cleared, I let out another quiet, warm fart. "I just farted again," I warned. She said again, "That one's more delicious." I never knew if she was joking, but from that day on, we broke down the barrier and now we fart together all the time. I'll tell you more stories about her.

📌I was leaving work after a long night shift and stopped at a Chinese bazaar early in the morning. It was almost empty, with loud music and the employees having breakfast behind the register. I was strolling along peacefully and alone until I reached the aisle with the stuffed animals. I felt the urge to fart, so I discreetly started letting it out as I walked. It was a 20-second fart, incredibly long, and despite the music, it sounded like I was about to shit myself. I walked back down the same aisle and the smell was literally rotten. I had to leave quickly, but not before letting out one last 5-second fart. I stopped there before anyone approached and left before anyone could connect me to that awful smell.

📌I'm a babysitter for twins and I took them to get fruit smoothies. Since they ordered large cups, they didn't finish their milkshakes, so I drank them myself. In the square, the kids were playing, and I sat on a bench while my stomach churned from the milkshakes. I started farting; they felt warm and smelled awful. At one point, the kid sat down next to me, and I wanted to let out another "little fart," thinking it would be silent like the others. I leaned over, aiming at the kid, and out came a huge fart that sounded like a cow. The kid ran away screaming, "He farted!" Luckily, it was just me and the kids... luckily he ran away because the smell could have made him faint. On the way home, we walked, and since the kid had already given me away, I let the kids run ahead while I took advantage of the situation to fart. I let out about 10 to 15 wet farts, leaving the smell behind... (shart alert). When I got home, as I was taking off my shoes, I forced myself to let out one last fart, a really long, juicy, and smelly one. I got some on my underwear, but that last fart took away my stomachache.

Hello again. As long as you all enjoy stories about how I secretly enjoy my boyfriend's farts, I'll keep posting more. So here are a few more... 🩷

● It was unbearably hot. My boyfriend had just gotten out of the shower and, looking to cool off, sat down completely naked on his leather couch. I was on the other side of the room, focused on my computer. He was totally engrossed in his phone, legs raised, knees propped up on his phone. Suddenly, the silence was broken. It was an incredibly long fart, about 30 uninterrupted seconds. The sound was like tiny trapped bubbles bursting against the leather couch, creating a vibration that could be felt even from where I was sitting. When it finished, he gestured with his hand to fan the room and continued scrolling on his phone as if nothing had happened. Despite the distance, after a few seconds, the smell reached me. It wasn't super strong, but it was enough to make me stay there, pretending to type, while gently inhaling that stinky fart.

●We'd had German sausages with a pretty strong barbecue sauce for dinner. I knew that combination was bound to have consequences, but I didn't expect them to be so... delicious. We lay down, and he turned on his side, his back to me so I could hug him. The moment I made the first move to get comfortable and lifted the sheet a little, it hit me full force: a dense, heavy, hot cloud that had been building up down there for a while. To hide my delight, I said, "You're rotting!" He replied, "Oh, right... I forgot to tell you not to move the sheets." I snuggled up to his back, and we stayed like that for a while. Just as we were about to fall asleep, he said, "Honey, another one's coming," as a warning not to air out the bed again. This time it wasn't quiet. I heard a sound muffled by the sheets, and I felt the wave of heat directly from his body down my legs. Slowly, I slid down a little further, tucking my nose under the edge of the blanket for "protection," when in reality I was trying to inhale that potent, rancid sausage aroma. I spent the rest of the night cuddled up to him, breathing in the warm air his farts kept creating.

●We were on vacation with a group of friends, and, as usual, our diet was a disaster: burgers, snacks, and junk food all the time. My boyfriend, who's a food-processing machine, started to suffer the consequences. All afternoon he stayed in the living room watching a movie while the others were outside. But, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of our friends if someone came in, every 5 or 10 minutes he'd run to our room, let out a couple of quick, short farts, and come back to the living room as if nothing had happened. He went back and forth about 15 times. I was in bed, a little grumpy from an argument we'd had earlier. When the movie ended, he came in one last time, but this time it was different. There was no sound. I just saw him stop and then start desperately fanning the air with his hands while making a face of disgust. "Ugh, now open a window," he said, covering his nose. I saw my perfect opportunity. Maintaining my angry act, I said, "You're not opening anything. You're going to smoke your own fart." He stood there, trapped, complaining and covering his nose. The room was completely filled with that foul, rancid, and thick aroma. Meanwhile, I took a deep breath, enjoying that delicious fart.

Hello again. As long as you all enjoy stories about how I secretly enjoy my boyfriend's farts, I'll keep posting more. So here are a few more... 🩷

● It was unbearably hot. My boyfriend had just gotten out of the shower and, looking to cool off, sat down completely naked on his leather couch. I was on the other side of the room, focused on my computer. He was totally engrossed in his phone, legs raised, knees propped up on his phone. Suddenly, the silence was broken. It was an incredibly long fart, about 30 uninterrupted seconds. The sound was like tiny trapped bubbles bursting against the leather couch, creating a vibration that could be felt even from where I was sitting. When it finished, he gestured with his hand to fan the room and continued scrolling on his phone as if nothing had happened. Despite the distance, after a few seconds, the smell reached me. It wasn't super strong, but it was enough to make me stay there, pretending to type, while gently inhaling that stinky fart.

●We'd had German sausages with a pretty strong barbecue sauce for dinner. I knew that combination was bound to have consequences, but I didn't expect them to be so... delicious. We lay down, and he turned on his side, his back to me so I could hug him. The moment I made the first move to get comfortable and lifted the sheet a little, it hit me full force: a dense, heavy, hot cloud that had been building up down there for a while. To hide my delight, I said, "You're rotting!" He replied, "Oh, right... I forgot to tell you not to move the sheets." I snuggled up to his back, and we stayed like that for a while. Just as we were about to fall asleep, he said, "Honey, another one's coming," as a warning not to air out the bed again. This time it wasn't quiet. I heard a sound muffled by the sheets, and I felt the wave of heat directly from his body down my legs. Slowly, I slid down a little further, tucking my nose under the edge of the blanket for "protection," when in reality I was trying to inhale that potent, rancid sausage aroma. I spent the rest of the night cuddled up to him, breathing in the warm air his farts kept creating.

●We were on vacation with a group of friends, and, as usual, our diet was a disaster: burgers, snacks, and junk food all the time. My boyfriend, who's a food-processing machine, started to suffer the consequences. All afternoon he stayed in the living room watching a movie while the others were outside. But, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of our friends if someone came in, every 5 or 10 minutes he'd run to our room, let out a couple of quick, short farts, and come back to the living room as if nothing had happened. He went back and forth about 15 times. I was in bed, a little grumpy from an argument we'd had earlier. When the movie ended, he came in one last time, but this time it was different. There was no sound. I just saw him stop and then start desperately fanning the air with his hands while making a face of disgust. "Ugh, now open a window," he said, covering his nose. I saw my perfect opportunity. Maintaining my angry act, I said, "You're not opening anything. You're going to smoke your own fart." He stood there, trapped, complaining and covering his nose. The room was completely filled with that foul, rancid, and thick aroma. Meanwhile, I took a deep breath, enjoying that delicious fart.