Anonymous A started this discussion 3 months ago#129,896
Miss Arabella Hensley was the very image of youthful refinement—her complexion pale as porcelain, her gowns trimmed in the latest French fashions, and her manner polished by years of careful tutelage in music, language, and grace. Yet beneath the lace and civility, she bore a most distressing affliction: an unpredictable weakness of the bowels that betrayed her with sudden, mortifying bursts of air. No tincture nor tonic prescribed by the family physician could quiet the trouble for long, and poor Arabella lived in constant dread that her body might betray her in the midst of conversation, or worse, during the attentive silence of a suitor’s call. When misfortune struck, a faint and fleeting disturbance would drift through the parlor—an invisible betrayal, as though some small ghost of the kitchen’s less noble scents had followed her in uninvited. Her heart would seize, her face would bloom scarlet, and all her careful elegance seemed to tremble on the edge of ruin.
McWalter !m2cp3rR5zw joined in and replied with this 3 months ago, 56 minutes later[^][v]#1,395,359
I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fucked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck up in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue come bursting out through your lips and if I gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora’s fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.