By Just A Guy on Wed Jun 24, 1998
It is such a nice walk to stroll and see the world at night and all the places I could be...
I have seen this woman fart in the subway for me..
I was seenless and she was oblivious of me..
as my tale goes on you may think I have it good..
but being invisible is usually misunderstood..
like I can't sleep at night cause my Lids on my eyes are un seen..
but the good things are I can spy on the ladies..
perhaps maybe the queen...
I was strolling with a shuffle down the night of my town...
and I saw a light in the window I walked there with no sound...
there was this devotchka: she was pretty to me..
she was tall and slender and her beautiful eyes I could see...
they were brown and soft and warm like a heater...
I had to go in I just had to meet her...
but yet she can't see me..
I'll just sit here and watch..
on this window that is open like a show but secret..
and only I had the ticket...
she was wearing only but her panties and her bra...
like white silk and see through and they jiggled as she walked..
oh Mr. happy has to take a peak I could see..
I wonder what is next I wonder what she'll do for me...
she had this sick look on her face..
she ran to me..
yet in reality the window..
she lifted her ass a bit and let out a long and sexy fart where I sit..
the smell shot up to my invisible nose ..
I took it we had lots in common me and her fart..
un seen but there...
just like the air...
I wanted to trade places..
'cause her fart was more special...
it made me happy that's more then what I can do..
I got a closer look to sniff in her vapors..
and peek at her ass where the fart came through..
and she let out another like somebody was ripping paper...
and the excitement in me was so magnificent..
I was hard and stiff..
I was beginning to hurt..
I could sit there and Jizz...
and more I could splurt..
no matter how many times I sat there and played..
she will still keep me up with the more farts she laid...
I smelled eggs and sulphur and then it was hot...
like spice in some soup and gross it was not...
I love my life I forget of the loneliness I dwell in..
'cause moments like this get me off..
yet its a sin...
I am human no more..
I am an animal ..
call me Igor..
I am a freak..
'cause I have no way of communicating with the world..
but like I said..
now that I am here...
moments like this make me happy with tears...
she sat on her bed..
I was on the floor like dead..
rubbing myself and losing my head...
I floated up in the Midst of the air..
and she opened her legs and out came an unseen flair..
it was loud with a soft end but quick and smelled terrible...
but I don't have to pretend I am disgusted..
I am invisible..
and her farts and good looks are very Un bareable..
I am hurt so badly inside..
I could sit here and live and never have to hide..
I'll be her guardian Angel I'll watch over her...
what's this? A man has just appeared..
she has fear in her eyes..
he was crazy and he had a beard..
he had this knife in his hand he smelled in the room..
he had this sick look in his eyes...
he must not like her fart fumes..
what a sick man not to like such a sweet thing...
oh no what is he doing? she is screaming..
please God make her stop..
everything was Ok in heaven I was on top..
please God stop this Drama that is happening..
make it back to normal..
make this pain be dead..
and he slashed and then I saw red..
from her blood it splattered on me..
but to them her blood was floating..
I have been seen..
I am so embarrassed..
I must go..
but what about her?...
what must I do.?..
I can't leave them alone and let him kill her...
but if I save her..s
he'll know I have been spying..
and people will be after me and lock me up in a cell where I will be dying..
tests on me..and no farts for me to see..
I won't be free..
and all of this will only be in memory..
I know now what to do..
I must plunge out the window and forget everything that happen..
ha it was only a dream..
why do I still feel bad? in my mind..
it was all an illusion..
yeah that's it..
I mean of course there is no such thing as murder..
and who says that pretty women fart anyways?.
haha, I was only dreaming I must be in a daze...
and then I saw red lights and heard red sirens..
I ran and hid....
and yet another night with peace and silence..
and lucky me I can't shut my eyelids..
and see darkness..
for pictures to over come..
so I won't see her scared dying eyes ever again...
but her smell for me will always stay within.........
By Just A Guy on Mon Jun 15, 1998
I was walking alone down the street
staring at the ass of the girl I wanted to meet
I've seen her before
she lives next door
to a friend that I usually see
she never noticed me
I never said my name I never talked to her
I guess it's a shame..she is so beautiful and I am average..
but I would love to have her very savage..
I stared at her ass as I followed her on 5th
she didn't know I was behindher..
what am I doing? I am stalking this girl but no I am normal ..
I am respected..
I am acting like a freak as I walked behind her I noticed a smell
it was sweet yet repulsive that stenchI knew well ...
and seens there was no one else around
I knew where it came from
but I heard no sound
But what ever it was I wanted some..
she walked in the downtown train I went along..
I sat beside her..
pretending I didn't know she existed but yet I want inside her ..
she never did look at me - it's like I don't exist..
she lifted her leg I would say I insist..
But my tongue felt dry My mouth: no liquid not a drop..
she farted three times I hope she doesn't stop
I felt the rumble underneath my ass...
and then that sweet smell came back from the past..
now I was sure that the early smell was her...
but why did she do that..
and not know I was there..
you would think she would be embarrased but yet it seemed she didn't care...
she didn't say excuse me she didn't even turn red...
am I alive..or am I dead?
if I am deceased then this must be heaven ..
I thought I would live atleast to 2011
(give me a break I couldn't think of a rhyme)
the tunnel train swirved and curved and went by fast ....
and as this was happening more gas she had passed...
I was enjoying this too much..
oh sweet smell
I knewher name it was Abigail
I wanted to say it but what came out of mouth?
nothing I couldn't speak...s
he wouldn't know me anyways..
she might think I am a geek
But a geek or a freak at this point it had no matter
'cause with her behavior
and not acknowledging I am beside her..
in my mind I say her name..
Oh Abigail is this some kind of game?
her hair was long and brown like gold..
her eyes had the souls that the devil himself has sold...
too pretty I thought..
her ass just stuck out..
and the rumble from underneath ..
I dreamt it was my mouth...
that seat was so lucky ...
I envied that seat..but it was ok..
cause I was enjoying the treat..
she kept farting and farting and my sweat began to show..
but yet not even her noticed my glow..
I was curious to why she didn't know I was there..
I got up and looked for my reflection in the subway mirror..
whats this?..
nothing is there..
just her alone in this train Box car..
where I am..
I was there I could swear..
what is happening to me?
I felt empty inside and light as a feather..
then color turned to mud...
but instead of being scared I got real sneaky..
I figured I would get closer and get a better peaky....
I noticed I could feel her but yet go through her..
I started getting creative and thought in her ass I would live...
I cared about her paintings I cared about her speeches..
but now all I care about is sticking to her colon
like a thousand leaches..
I went inside and heard her body and sniffed for a smell...
it was like putting your ear to a sea shell
I know if I hung around I would go for a ride..
this was my dream to be one with her farts and catch her gassy tide...
oh here we go...
this is the most of a thrill ...
I would shoot
out and float back into her belly ...
and the smell would drift with me ..
oh I am losing it! I like being dead Oh Abigail, I said..
then she stopped for a moment and turned her head to the side..
she screamed at me..
'cause her I was beside..
I stood up and looked into the mirror and there was I
with a stupid look on my face like I was in fear ..
and my pants down to my ankles
the train stopped. I ran off and left town ..
It was all a dream.
By No Name on Tue Jun 30, 1998
(For you Lisa.)
Joe's just waking up with a huge hangover. With a headache he sluggishly turns around. "OH SHIT!"he says in his mind as he looks a a girl next to him. "Did I? Could I? I didn't..did I?"he questions to his self. He checks under the covers. "We're both naked. Shit!" He get a sober look at her body but all he sees is her fine smooth ass facing him. BBRRRPPTTTT "Damn."he whispers to himself. All the smell was trapped under the covers. He very slowly crawls out of bed. Trying not to make any sound. He trips over his clothes and stumbles. "Don't want to wake...whoever she is." He suddenly stumps his toe and stops himself from screaming. He dashed out the house and heads home on foot.
He gets home and his roommate was just waking up. "Damn, man. You're early. How was she?"he asked. "I don't know. I don't remember meeting her. I only saw her in the morning." "Yea Joe that's the only time you ever see them." "She forgotten."Joe says. Little does he know that she does not like to be shrugged off like a common one night stand.
Five months later the phone rang. "Hello. Can I speak to Joe?"the voice said. "This is Joe who's this?" "Forgotten already huh Joe. I guess you can't remember anyone's name after you leave in morning without even talking." "Lady you can't expect me to remember that. You were what, Tuesday?"Joe answered. "I would like you to see you soon. be home please?"the strange woman said. "Fine, hurry."-click-
Thirty-minutes passed and then knocking. More like banging. Joe opened the door and was shocked to see a five month pregnant woman stood at the door with her hands on her hips. Joe was about 5'8" and was breast level to the woman. She had a slight plump physique to her. She was wearing a sweater and a sun-dress. "Its me, Lydia."she said looking down at Joe with a very pissed look in her eyes. "See your baby. You know you're the father." she said. "That's what you're here for. You're crazy. You're mistaken. I don't know you."Joe yelled.
She stepped in the door and closed the door. Joe got a better look. "Damn, she's tall."he thought to himself. "You're the one mistaken Joe."she answered back. "Look you're pissing me off!!"he yelled while pushing her away. She kicked him in the balls which made him double over in pain. She removed her sweater which showed her body mush clearer. "She not chubby she built."Joe though to himself She grabbed Joe by the scruff of his collar and put him in a reverse head lock facing her ass. "You know I've noticed my gas has gotten a lot worse since being pregnant. Smell for yourself."she said as she let one rip that burned his nasal passages. She lets him go and he drops to his knees. Slowly he raises to her waist. "Oh. You got a second wind. WELL HERE'S MINE!" She turned around and her ass was right in his face. She let out a deep baritone bass fart in his face. She peeked over her shoulder and smiled. She moved her waist forward then pushed back with all her weight slamming her ass in his face knocking him to the floor. She lowered herself on his face. While facing him she sees his eyes. Her thighs secured around his head and her ass crack on his crack. "Now Joe. Calm down and you'll see I'm right. The baby's yours." He muffles the words no. "This will persuade you."brrrrppppppppp "Ahhhh" Joe screamed and tried to get up. "Joe give it up."psssssssssss...plip..plip..plip....plop"I weighed 179 pounds before you got me pregnant, my full weight is just too much for you." She let out an SBD that burned is nose which reached his lungs. "The baby is yours. Say it Joe." He moved his head no. "A shame Joe."
She moved her sun-dress over his head so that the smell cannot escape. Little by little her pungent farts filled up the dress. She showed no remorse as she passed gas. She watched his T.V., read magazines. She even reached in her purse and pulled out a container of baked beans and ate it just to add to the fuel. Her dress completely filled with her gas. "Joe I almost feel bad for you. Almost."she said as she strained and strained. Then she laid a gut bomb that blew her dress out. The captured smell was released and Lydia finally got a whiff of what Joe had. "Damn Joe!! You're so stubborn. I could take half of this. She squeezed Joe in her muscular thighs and farted some more and Joe had no choice but to take it in.
"THE BABY IS MINE!!!! IT'S MINE!!!"He screamed under her. She squeezed for just a little harder then full strength. She slightly raises off his face barely touching his nose and popped on more for the hell of it. "Was that so hard Joe?" She stands up but Joe is stuck between her ankles. a slight squeeze. "Now for my troubles."Lydia says as she pulls her panties down and lowers herself just touching his nose and lets an silent wisp of a fart on his face. "What the fuck did you eat?"Joe ask. "You tell me."she says as she lowers herself and squeezes her thighs. "TELL ME!!" BBBRAAPPTTTTTTTPPPTTTT. "TELL ME!!!" "Uh..uh..b-broccoli..uh (sniff, sniff) b-baked b-b-beans..cabbage."he mumbles out of fear. "How much money you got?!"Lydia demands. "None."he says. "None huh."The drops a gut bomb that nuked the inside of his nose. "I don't like liars." She squeezes her thighs a full power. He screams in pain and she farts in his mouth. "How did it taste?"she asks. "Again how much money do you have?!!" He doesn't answer. She moved to his stomach and bounces up and down. His pain his visible and he finally points to his pants that are on the chair. She searches his wallet and pulls out 700 dollars. She moves to him. "Remember me. I will be back for child support." She hovers to his face and blows one that nearly blew his face off. His cheeks were flapping while she farted and her face was a sign of relief. He passed out. When he woke up the smell was still in his room and he threw up.
The End
by Mr. Webster on Wed Jul 1, 1998
Billie ran her fingers restlessly through her windblown hair before resuming tap-tapping out the music's bass beat on the console. The late morning sun beat down as she hummed down the highway; the tangy seabreeze softened the heat into a balmy embrace. She smiled for no particular reason other than she was totally in the moment and it was good; no worry about her destination nor to what she was leaving behind. The bay waters beneath her stretched away to the horizon on one side and the incline of the bridge made her feel as if she were not driving but taking off in an aircraft. Her smile abruptly disappeared as a pang twisted through her gut, and she felt more than heard a nether rumble. Damn ice cream, she cursed to herself-- always does that. Of course, the pizza the night before certainly couldn't be helping things.
The moment was broken, and she found herself crowding up behind a slow-moving pickup. Actually, it was probably going a good bit over the speed limit but that was the thing with a fine fast car, she mused-- it didn't so much feel fast itself as much as it illusively made surrounding traffic appear slow and ponderous. Without waiting for the truck to give way, she grimaced and cut sharply into the right lane in front of a Honda and accelerated briskly. Looking left at the driver as she pulled even, she saw him looking at her with a tight-lipped expression of disapproval. Before she even knew what she was doing, she'd grabbed her top and yanked one side down, flashing her left breast. The truck driver's grimace had changed to a gape before she floored it, zipping ahead effortlessly just as she reached the span's crest. For a moment she hoped she'd just take off and keep rising into the air, but the law of gravity held and she began the descent back down to land.
Just past the end of the bridge was waiting another kind of law, in a cruiser pointing a radar gun her way. Her bowels clenched in a nervous spasm and she got on the brakes even as she realized it was too late; unless the cop was either napping or scarfing donuts, she was nailed. Watching in her rearview as she passed the cruiser, her heart sank as she saw its brake lights flash briefly before it turned around and pulled into traffic. "Fucking great", she muttered-- "another damn ticket".
By the time it had caught up with her, Billie was already nosing onto the shoulder. The cruiser stopped behind her, angled out slightly, and she saw the cop speak briefly into his microphone before he stepped out, pausing a moment to hitch up his belt before striding purposefully toward her. As he approached Billie saw that he was rather young, probably fresh out of the academy, and was wearing the short razor-cut hair seen only on soldiers and cops, and which accentuated his youthful appearance. Tiny beads of sweat speckled his forehead. He stopped beside her door and leaned down. "Ma'am, do you know how fast you were going back there?" "Is that why you stopped me-- you thought maybe my speedometer is broken?" Billie replied saucily, in the manner she'd long developed which would've sounded smartass coming from anyone else, yet seemed like guileless kidding from her.
The officer regarded her stonily. "I clocked you at 85mph coming off the bridge, ma'am. Could I see your license, registration and proof of insurance, please?" Billie reached for her purse, groaning inwardly. Her stomach gave a definitive twist, and pressure built critically underneath her. Billie tried to sneak some gas silently. It wasn't totally successful. Blushing, she offered up her documents. The cop took off his sunglasses, showing his interested eyes, before leaning down closer to her window. His head was nearly inside her car as he checked her license leisurely before proceeding to her registration. Billie frowned as the fumes of her semi-SBD crept upward around them-- that sucker hadn't needed any noise to announce its arrival. Billie silently wished the cop would stand up and away from her car as her colon quivered again, and a stab of pain shot straight to her anus, causing her involuntarily to free it without restraint. "Brrr-r-r-r-r-r-t", it purred against the leather. The cop's eyes shifted down to her lap then back to her paperwork; his nostrils flared slightly. "Jeez," Billie thought wondrously-- "this guy LIKES the smell!"
"Alright, ma'am...step out of the car, please," he intoned and took a step back. Billie opened her door and stepped out slowly, giving the cop ample opportunity to watch her supple, tanned legs flex and extend. He guided her to the rear of her car and instructed her to stand there, then walked back and bent inside. From her position, she saw him bend down and place his face close to her seat, lingering. Huh...the guy's sniffing my seat--what a perv, she thought. Then he sat down and she saw his shoulders rise and head tip back slightly as if he was taking a deep breath. "What's the problem, officer?" she called out."Not sure yet, ma'am. But I think I smell.....drugs." He rummaged ineffectually around the front and back seats, floors and console. When he moved to open her ashtray, Billie cringed, remembering a half-smoked joint she'd enjoyed over a week ago. The cop saw it and emerged from her car with it pinched between his fingers. "What's this?" he asked mechanically. Billie screwed up her best expression of surprise and innocence. "Why, I-I-I don't know anything about that, officer--it's not mine. Maybe one of my friends left that there, I dunno..." "Uh-huh...ok, please turn around and place your hands behind your back," he instructed................ ................."B-but, officer...!", Billie stammered.
"Relax, ma'am. You're not under arrest-- it's for your protection and mine while I conduct an investigation...standard procedure," he added. Reluctantly she turned around, and in contempt for his 'standard procedure' and the general hassle of it all, she summoned a healthy batch of gut gas and squeezed it off as forcefully as she could: FL-FL-BL-BLL-BLLUH-BLUH! it trumpeted, trailing off relaxedly. The cop fumbled his cuffs; they clinked to the pavement. He kneeled down to retrieve them and lingered in a crouch with his nose nearly touching Billie's butt. Ff-rrrrrt!, Billie's ass added as punctuation. She felt the cop's nose lightly brush one cheek as he slowly rose. He cuffed her and said, "Uh...ok, ma'am, walk with me back to my car so I can run a check on you," he said, sounding less assured than previously. He guided her by the elbow to the rear door of his cruiser, protecting her head as she bent over and stepped in. The cop got in the front and radioed in her information before reaching for his clipboard. The sharp, dry coolness of the cruiser's air-conditioning immediately raised goosebumps on Billie's arms and thighs, and her eraser-sized nipples poked prominently through her top. The cop noticed all this when idly glancing over his shoulder, causing a humorously classic double-take on his part. Billie gave him her sweetest smile followed by an extremely rank and audible poot which snapped out nicely against the vinyl. The cop snapped his head back forward and appeared to begin writing something.
The fumes from her first fart were soon joined and reinforced by those of several more following at half-minute intervals. The stench permeated the cruiser, an indescribable spicy-sweet combo born of pepperoni, cheese and butterfat. Billie could hardly stand it, so she knew the cop's head must be reeling from it. At some point she heard a response in arcane jargon returned over the radio yet the cop seemed not to notice, instead continuing to concentrate on whatever he was doing. Billie slowly leaned forward close to the mesh partition to look over the cop's shoulder...and saw that he had his erect cock in his hand, twisting and stroking it, and was inhaling deep of her enveloping aroma. Seeing his heavy-lidded eyes closed nearly to slits in the rearview mirror, Billie leaned over and hooked the elastic waistband of her shorts and panties with her thumbs and pulled them most of the way down her cheeks, then scooched around until her knees were on the seat, placed one foot on the transmission hump for leverage then her other up on the seat. Her body bent full over, head against seatback, she teetered backwards until her bare ass pressed against the partition.
The rocking of her contortions drew the cop's attention. He opened his eyes fully and turned his head to look...and discovered Billie's beautiful bare bottom staring him in the face, her brown eye just hidden in the cleft. His mouth dropped open in surprise and delight and he turned sideways and leaned over to lick her waffle-patterned tush. At the touch of his tongue, Billie summoned the remainder of her rectal perfume and bore down as hard as she could to birth it straight into his mouth: "FL-fl-fll-fL-FLFLFLFLP-FLP-P-Puh-Puh-puh!" Trailing off, she clenched her cheeks abruptly to avoid imminent end-splatter. The cop's eyes rolled back and he stiffened, groaning, as his orgasm ripped through him and gushed spastically into the air and all over the passenger window and seat. Billie had sat down once again and watched the cop's throes, fascinated and strangely proud.
Shortly, the cop composed himself, zipped up, and stepped out of the car. He opened Billie's door and unlocked her cuffs. "Ok, no wants or warrants on you, ma'am. You're free to go....with a warning this time." The cop produced his clipboard from inside the cruiser and tore off a pink warning citation and held it out to Billie. As her fingers closed on it, they simultaneously noticed a drop of cum on one corner. He tried to withdraw it but she quickly snatched it first. She carefully wiped it off with the tip of one index finger, which she held up and licked clean seductively. "Mmmm..." she murmured, giving the cop her sneakiest grin. One corner of his mouth twitched with the beginning of a smile. "Drive carefully, ma'am...and watch your speed, ok?" he chided.
Billie climbed into her car, fired it up and roared off with a chirp of tires. The cop heard her full-throated laughter fade along with her car into the distance.