A Journey Between Farts and Smiles
I was sitting on the couch at home, wrapped in a soft blanket, when I started to feel a slight discomfort in my stomach. It wasn't the first time it had happened to me, and I knew that my balancing act between what I ate and how I felt was always delicate. But this time, the discomfort seemed more persistent.
I started to get excited, I liked feeling so full and I started to touch myself while my belly was full of gas, I got more and more excited.
So, I relaxed and allowed myself to be myself. With a hint of embarrassment and a hint of amusement, I started to fart freely. Each time the sound spread around the room, I enjoyed it more and more.
I started to think about how sometimes we put so much thought and reserve about everyday episodes, when in reality they are simple and natural. I felt incredibly relieved, not only physically but also emotionally. It was liberating to be in this safe space, where I didn't have to worry about appearing perfect.
So the orgasm came unexpectedly as I farted out a wonderful orgasm full of contractions and moans.
I smiled to myself, accepting the little imperfections of life. The evening continued with a movie I loved, some snacks and the sweet company of my authentic, bizarre and free self. Sometimes, life just requires to be lived simply, without judgment, in all our humanity.