EAT GREAT, EVEN LATE.
by ThePeopleISleptWith
The second he walked through the door, it was on. He ripped -and I literally mean ripped- my clothes off. We moved to the living room where he bent me over my couch and inserted himself inside me. Just as things were heating up, he farted. No, not a silent-but-deadly or a quick fart. A long and loud fart. My initial reaction was to laugh but when he ignored it I knew making a joke of it was out of the question.
As I continued to fight the urge to laugh, which became increasingly harder with every thrust, I smelled it. I spent the next minute or so trying to figure out what he had for dinner. I detected a hint of TacoBell. To avoid cracking up I was forced to cover my mouth with my hand and eventually shoved my face into my couch cushion.. I expected him to make a joke about it after he finished— but instead he acted like it never happened, even though the smell still lingered.
You may be blaming him but remember: He (or she) who smelt it, dealt it.
P.S. Don’t feel bad. You are not the first woman who farted while being bent over a sofa.
UGH. That’s awful! Though, I probably would have made a joke…or at least have stopped the sex unless it was that good. Farts are humorous, but not during sex.
This hasn’t happened to me yet, but I think I would actually laugh,lol
You gotta laugh that stuff off. Even if he just keeps going, I mean damn. You have to. You can’t just ignore these things. O.o That makes it even more awkward.
Hahaha yeah men don’t like to acknowledge their own farts…even if it is so loud that it wakes them from a deep sleep!!
Call him on it next time! Don’t want it to become a habit…
LOL
LOL effing-elll ooh elll!!!