Thursday, May 29, 2025

First Swinger Experience

 

 

 


 

 

Affer 25 years of marriage, Cliff 51, and his wife Dianne, 41, had pretty much done every thing a normal couple could do in bed. Cliff had cum in every hole she had, Dianne had swallowed many, many times, they had fucked in crazy and erotic places while on vacation, you name it. There was, however, the one turn-on that they'd never experienced, he'd mentioned it before but truly never, ever thought his somewhat prudesh wife would go for, her letting him watch her get wildy fucked by another man.

Dianne came home from the salon one day and had a juicy bit of gossip to share, their son's ex girlfriend Katleyn and her boyfriend Kevin were swingers. Katelyn was 25, three years older than their son, they had broken up 4 years ago but Dianne still got her hair done in the salon where Katelyn worked. Her hairdresser Jamie was talking to another employee and Dianne overheard her and proceeded to share the juicy gossip with her husband Cliff.

"Apparently they love to watch each other while they have sex with other people, can you imagine?" Cliffs cock stiffened at the thought and said, "As I've told you before that's a major turn on to many couples and has always been that taboo fantasy of mine, but I don't think I could actually watch you do it but man does that give me wood."

"Me having sex with another man while you watch turns you on? Why? "

"Well," Cliff tried to explain the perverse thought like this, "seeing you turning on another man is erotic, you letting him lick you, you servicing his cock, and you getting fucked is like the ultimate fantasy because it would only be about sexual pleasure, I get to go home with you and relive that thought forever." I am sure that's why Katelyn and Kevin do it, not because they don't love each other but because they do love each other.

"So if I brought them home and said, let's swap, you'd do it? You would let me suck and fuck a 25-year old man while you watched and you did the same with Katelyn?" Now Cliff knew that was a loaded question, because if he admitted he wanted to fuck his son's ex girlfriend, his wife might be pissed and if he didn't he might miss out on the most erotic fantasy of his life. "We are talking hypothetical right? I mean you would never actually do that, would you? And let me be with another woman while you watched?"

Dianne sort of laughed and said facetiously "he is 25, why would he want to swing with a 41-year old mother? I am sure they hook up with younger, hot couples and not couples that could be their parents." Cliff sort of laughed it off too and like that the discussion was seemilngly over.

Three days later when Cliff got home from work, Dianne shared that she bumped into Katleyn at the grocery store and the two of them got a glass of wine afterwards to catch up. After two Chardonnays, Dianne mentioned the discussion, she never could keep her mouth shut when drinking, and Katelyn said they had sex with couples with similar ages as her and Cliff's and it was the most erotic thing ever, she preferred older men actually. Cliff got a raging hard on at the thought. Dianne was obviously a little tipsy and Katelyn sort of probed her about Kevin, and if she ever thought about trying the lifestyle, and if Kevin were her type. He was a studly younger man, she admitted, he was tall, muscular, and had dark features, Italian looking, that she found appealing but she had never thought sexually about him. Katelyn shared that he had a huge cock and was dynamite with his tongue if she knew what she meant.

Dianne was a little taken back by the discussion but the wine certianly lowered her inhibitions to share. Dianne mentioned that Cliff was the only man she had ever slept with, she let guys finger her and gave one guy a blow job in high school but had only ever had sex with her husband. She shared Cliff also had huge cock and yet she had wondered before what it would be like to sleep with another man, hypothetically of course.

Cliff could smell the wine on Dianne's breath, and knew she was a lightweight, two glasses of wine turned into a third at home, when she blurted out " So i invited them over for drinks tonight."

Cliff stood there in complete shock, "you did what? Why would you do that, unless?" he paused for effect and looked into his wife"s eyes and soul. "Are you serious, you're just fucking with me right because I shared that fantasy, right?"

Dianne smiled sheepishly, and asked him point blank, "do you really think you can handle it? Watching me with another man, right in front of you? Watching him go down on me, me sucking his cock, and him fucking me wildly until we both climax exhaustedly?"

Cliff then turned to her and asked her "do you think you can watch me go down on Katelyn and watch her service my cock and us fuck in front of you? Really?" Dianne answered she did, "I think it would be kinda hot to watch you get your cock sucked while I am doing the same to Kevin"

Cliff truly thought his wife was fucking with him until the door rang and Katelyn and Kevin were at the door. The couples shared a bottle of wine and then Dianne asked the pointed question " ok so how does this work?"

"Well," Katelyn said, "usually we start with kissing the other person and let things go from there. "you sure your ok with this right," she asked Dianne again for confirmation. Dianne was fairly buzzed by this time and shook her head yes. Kevin walked over to Cliff's wife and started kissing her, softly at first and then passionately. Cliff's dick sprang to attention, it was even more erotic that he thought it might be. Katelyn just watched at first, slowly rubbing her hand down her blouse, and exposing her black lace bra while teasing Cliff with her looks. Kevin and Dianne were now making out intensely, his hands explored her breasts, pushing her bra up to expose her tits to the cool air, nipples in full erection and obviously quite turned on by the making out. Dianne groaned at his touch, while Katelyn now had most of her buttons undone and playing the seductive woman when suddenly she reached over and lightly rubbed Cliff's cock through his jeans. He was rock hard, and she could tell he was ready to explode.

Kevin had Dianne topless, they were still kissing passionately when she stood up and unbuttoned her jeans and let them drop to the floor. Here was Cliff, watching his 41- year old wife topless, in only silk panties now, making out intensely with a much younger man and it could not have turned him on anymore.

Katelyn could see as much and followed suit, showing her 25-year old perfect round tits and dropping her jeans to the floor as well. Their first kiss was intense, very passionate and each turned on by the others touch. Cliff fondled the perfect breasts and wanted to taste her juices so he slowly started moving down her chest, to her stomach and slid aside her panties to engulfe her womanhood with his tongue. She tasted like flowers, roses, and soon Kevin followed suit with Dianne. Both men were eating the others womans pussy, and loving it. Dianne was rubbing his dark hair, as he teased her clit and filled her hole with his tongue. Cliff was going to town on Katelyn' clit with his tongue, driving the younger woman to an orgasmic sensation. She came in minutes and yet was ready for more. After her first orgasm, came the second from his finger, the third was one finger in her pussy and one teasing her asshole, this chick was insatiable. Dianne was getting close, Cliff could tell, she had that rolled back eye look. She came hard with Kevin's tongue deep in her pussy.

Both women were now ready to return the favor and both dropped to their knees and started sucking their swapped partners huge cock. Dianne went first and was a great cock sucker, Kevin was in ecstasy, she fondled the balls softly, and worked the shaft her with mouth and hand, he was not going to last long as Cliff knew. She was a great cock sucker.

Katelyn was also quite good he learned, she was soft with her mouth, and has a whirling way with her tongue on the tip, much like a french kiss, which drove him nuts. Kevin had to stop first and said out loud that he wanted to fuck Dianne. So here was the ultimate fantasy coming true, Dianne was fucking a younger man in their front room right in front of her husband Cliff. She started on top, grinding her juicy pussy atop the 25-year old cock, Cliff could see it going in and out and watching the ecstasy on both their faces as Katelyn continued sucking his rock hard cock. What a turn on!

Katelyn then bent over and told him to fuck her, which the 51-year old married man happily did. Here was this happily married couple wildy fucking another, much younger couple, in front of each other and completely enjoying the eroticism of it. Cliff pounded on the young pussy, it was tight, he had his hands on her ass, occasionally teasing her asshole with a thumb while pumping away on her womanhood. He knew he would not last long when she reached under and started fondling his balls while he fucked her doggy style.

Kevin got their first and said he was ready to cum when Dianne took his cock out of her pussy and started to suck him dry, something she rarely did. She was now tasting her own pussy juices on Kevin's cock as Cliff and Katelyn fucked and watched her swallow his cum. Cliff could not hold out any longer and came deep inside Katelyn, blowing a massive load deep into the vagina of his sons ex girlfiend.

Both couples were sweaty, climaxed, mutliple times for Katelyn, and the room reaked like sex and wine.

"Well honey was that the fantasy you've always had," Dianne asked with another mans cum in the corner of her mouth. Cliff was pulling out of Katelyn and nodded yes, " without a doubt, that was fucking hot".

Kevin smiled and said "maybe we can do it again, perhaps even make it a regular thing" Both couples sort of giggled at the thought, fantasies were fulfilled, orgasms were aplenty and everyone seemed ok with the outcome, no jealousy, just pure unadulterated passion and sex. "Time will tell," answered Dianne.

 

The 50-something Volunteer

 

I have a lot of ideas and fantasies, one that I have been enjoying a lot lately has been meeting an early 50s woman through volunteering at the local community centre. There is a real-life version of this lady but it's more of a generalized archetype really. Divorced for a few years, kids grown and moved out, living on her own with her cat and having the time of her life.

We are on a committee together to update the website, something I do on the side for contract work, but I'm donating my time to help out. She is in charge of the committee and putting together the content for the site and approving the design. I have admired her appearance, and professional demeanour, and her strong but kind personality with her intelligence shining through. We share a quick word after the meeting and she tells me how excited she is to work with a "real developer" like me on this project. I let her know that I'll take a week or so to work on the site on my own for the most part, with some emails back and forth.

Eventually I get to the phase where we need to talk about some design choices and get some content up, so we are emailing back and forth a lot. She tells me that often it works better for her when we can chat in real time, and suggests we use a Google meet for chat, file sharing and video calls. My heart beats a little quicker at the prospect of getting to chat with her 1:1 and I'm glad I have upgraded my video call setup to look really good in the background.

We are project focused but as we chat over text, I tell her a little about myself, and being the overeager over-sharer that I am, I talk a bit about my relationship difficulties, which she says really sounds a lot like her situation had been. It's hard to tell for sure through text chat, but I can feel like there is a connection growing and that we have a lot in common. The language shifts into more familiar and friendly banter, as we talk about different topics and things we are watching on tv, reading, cooking, etc. Eventually she gently brings the topic back to relationships, and volunteers that that her dead bedroom wasn't something she could put up with and that I shouldn't have to either, that it is human to have urges and needs, and that I deserve to have those needs met one way or another. It's a slightly awkward conversation moment between us, but we move on and focus back on the work for a little longer and call it a day around 11pm.

A few days later we are working together again and she suggests a screen share to show me some feedback she has on the design, so we jump on a call and she shares her screen. This time totally professional, she has her glasses on, very little makeup, and we keep focused on the website. I notice in the little video window of her that I keep glancing at, that she has been enjoying a glass of wine as she works, and I can tell she has loosened up a little by this time.

We go over it and then she says that she will upload a new version of the logo. She clicks the upload button and it opens the file selector to a folder with images. All normal from what I can see but then she scrolls down I spy one picture that... Stands out. She keeps scrolling, but it's obvious to us both that I've seen it, I can see her blushing in the little webcam window alongside the full size screen share. She definitely noticed my raised eyebrows and look on my face, which I did not do a good job of hiding, to be honest.

We move on, continue working until late that night and we are both at a point where we are tired, need to stop. We talk a little about the weather and our plans for the weekend, and some small talk, and then she confesses to me that she's still thinking about what I saw on her screen and how sorry she is, and how unprofessional it was. I laugh it off and assure her that it's not a big deal, I'm definitely not a prude.

I remind her that we are just volunteering for a community centre website and that professionalism doesn't really factor in. I admit that I did see it but that I'm sure I have similar stuff on my computer or phone and not to worry about it. She laughs and says that she can guarantee that I don't have this photo on my computer, which confirms to myself that this really is a picture of her! It was relatively tame but super hot, burned into my memory.

I picture it in my minds eye... She's leaning forward taking the picture into a mirror. Her face isn't visible but her breasts are exposed hanging naturally, nipples long and erect, and her other hand is between her legs, where I can see the base of a vibrator pressing into herself. Her face is not visible, other than her mouth open in a frozen moan as she is clearly enjoying herself.

She can see the far away look in my eye and asks what I'm thinking about with a smirk on her face and a blush on her cheeks. With a somewhat shaky and hesitant voice, asks if I enjoyed the view and I admit that it's all I can think about.

She says that a few weeks ago, she had been chatting with this guy and had taken her first racy pics and shared them with him, but deleted them when the chat fizzled out, except for this one which is her favorite. It's smutty without being too much, although she admits she shared some "really nasty ones" with him. I say "lucky fella" and she gets a gleam in her eye and her smirk deepens along with her blush.

She asks if I'd like to see it again, and I say "only if you are comfortable sharing". She says that she has enjoyed the liberation of showing off her body and knowing it is being appreciated, something she missed for years in her marriage. She brings it up on the screen at full size, and she can see my eyes widen and hungrily take it all in, watching my pupils dilate and my eyes fly around. She can tell where my gaze is focused, and says "I have a whole collection of toys, but that one is my favorite". I gulp down a swallow of water and almost choke on it, which breaks the spell. She closes the image and says that she doesn't want to make me uncomfortable. I joke that there is definitely some discomfort happening, but that I was not complaining.

The full size is everything I remembered and more and I admit to her that it is a major turn on... She quickly wraps up the conversation and leaves me hanging... Meanwhile my hand has been idly rubbing my rock hard erection the whole time through my pants, and I finally am able to free the beast and take care of it properly. I close my eyes and picture her leaning forward over me, her breasts tantalizingly close to my face, the scent of her hair and deodorant and light perfume like an intoxicating cloud, her smooth skin so warm and inviting, freckled and creased and tanned in the most delectable way. I realize I am in big trouble here and that I should not let this progress... But I want her more than anything in this moment. It's all I can think about, and as I stroke myself to one of those mind-leaving-the-body orgasms, I picture the huge load I produce landing on her chest, with her purring "good boy, that's a good boy" and I know that this is the path I'm on, and it feels good.

The next day I get an email from her asking if I want to get together in person for our next meeting in a couple of days, and invites me to her house which happens to be just a couple of blocks away. I immediately click on Yes and then just as quickly feel that hot flash of doubt and guilt from my head to my toes. Am I doing the right thing? But the erection straining against my pants is screaming at me to just let go, let it happen, allow myself the joy and satisfaction I have missed for so long.

Finally the day arrives, turns to evening, and I arrive with my laptop in hand, at her door, with the intent of working, but silently praying that my fantasy will become real.

She opens the door with a smile that could stop traffic, invites me inside and her house is spotless, like it's ready for a magazine photoshoot. Her hair is gently curled, like she has put in some serious time getting it just right. Her makeup is light but highlights her beautiful eyes, long natural eyelashes and her lips are wearing a muted, unobtrusive but lovely shade of gloss. I know she has been anticipating this moment just like I have been.

She has a fairly typical 50s "woman who takes care of herself without being a gym slave" kind of body. Curves in all the right places and a wonderful full bosom in a black tank under a white overshirt, and a slim stylish pair of jeans with bare feet. I notice a sparkly anklet and bright red toenails.

She catches me taking the full inventory and gives me a little twirl laughing "enjoying the view?" And all I can do is nod and swallow hard. We sit and I pull out my laptop and we get to work for about 15 minutes, but the screen is small and she's leaning in close, pressing her chest against my arm.

Finally I ask her a question and the eye contact remains as the answer trails off... She moves in and we are locking lips with urgency. She grabs my hand off the laptop and places it on her breast where I can feel her hard nipple stiffen under my palm. She is not wearing a bra, and I wonder what else she is, or isn't, wearing. She moans lightly as I roll it between my fingers and finally breaks the kiss and says that she needs to be taken care of immediately.

I guess she has decided (correctly) that I am somewhat of a sub and would love to be owned by a strong willed woman who knows exactly what she wants. At least, that's what I'm hoping for. She tells me that her nipples are very sensitive and that she needs me to pay attention to them. My mouth moves down to the stiff nipple poking through her tank, and as she feels my warm moist breath through the material, a shiver runs through her body, and I can tell it is having a big effect.

She gently caresses my cheek and lifts my chin to look into her eyes, asks me if I'm OK with this happening and all I can croak out is "I will do whatever you want, ma'am". Her eyes widen and smile deepens and I know I have just unlocked something within her.

She opens the closed door to her bedroom, and leads me in, and I can tell she has obviously been planning ahead, and has her collection of toys on prominent display, including a little bullet, a "satisfier" clit stimulator that I recognize, a couple of vibrators in different sizes, a pair of clips that I can only assume are for her nipples, and a couple of butt plugs, one of which is jewelled, and the other has a pretty serious handle. I can tell she means business.

She sees me eyeing the inventory and asks if there's anything catching my eye. She says that there is more to the collection but that I need to play my cards right to see more... I wonder what else she has put away, my mind eagerly imagining what else she might be interested in.

She tells me about how she has been imagining me coming over just like this, since she sent the meeting invite, and that she needs me to pick one to start with. As I'm looking over the collection I can hear rustling and I turn to see she has removed her jeans and her tank is really a leotard. Not much to the imagination as I can see she is not wearing anything underneath and the playing field is smooth as silk.

She stands there and slips her fingers in from the side and exhales with a low moan as she touches herself. Watching a woman pleasure herself is one of my all time biggest turn-ons and this is a literal dream come true. My erection is painfully hard at this point and her eyes are locked on the bulge in my jeans as her fingers explore her most secret place.

I select the smaller of the vibrators, not wanting to jump right to the big pink rabbit with the clit attachment and the little ball bearings... Just a simple one. She purrs... "That one is my favorite. Hits just the right spot every time..I've cum using this one hundreds of times". I realize this is the one she was using in the picture.

She says that I should really make myself more comfortable and remove my jeans so she can see my bulge more clearly. Her direct tone and words arouse me to a new level. My stretchy boxer briefs leave little to the imagination and i moan as she steps close to me, reaches down with her free hand, and caresses me through the stretchy smooth fabric.

She grasps me and gently leads me towards the bed where she lets go, and sits on the bed with her head directly facing the bulge in my shorts and her other hand still between her legs.

"I want to watch you stroke yourself right in front of me. I know you have been thinking about my picture when you are all alone at night in your basement office bedroom, right? Show me what you do when nobody is looking". I reach into my shorts and readjust, grasping myself and sliding my hand back and forth a few times.

"That is hot, but I want to watch the real thing." and her manicured nails hook the waistband and pull down, releasing me. I don't think I've ever been so hard, and it springs to attention proud and angry and thrumming with excitement. I'm not huge, but an adequate size and she purrs as she compares it to the vibrator I selected, I suppose subconsciously choosing one to match myself.

"That is a perfect size, just how I like it", while gazing up into my eyes. She holds the eye contact and wraps her hand around me, gently stroking back and forth as she brings her glistening pink lips to the tip. I close my eyes and despite being completely agnostic, say a silent prayer to the Force or whatever else, for allowing this dream to become real, as she takes me into her mouth and her hands move to caress my balls.

Her tongue swirls around the head, and a low moan escapes my chest. Her hand moves to cup my strong butt muscles (hockey player lower body 😉) and she squeezes and I feel her nails dig in a little. I involuntarily shiver and it feels like my soul leaves my body for a second.

Now she doesn't know this, but I've never finished from a blow job and I know I'm not about to right now, before the main event. But she says "ah ah not yet" as she pulls away and lays back on the bed.

While my eyes were closed, her other hand had been unsnapping the crotch of her leotard and she presents her bare pussy to me with not a single ounce of shame in her demeanour. Legs spread wide, surprisingly prominent clit at attention, slight gleam of wetness visible, it's like a vision composed from a thousand pictures and videos I have seen over the years, somehow the most perfect flower I have ever seen, and I kneel before the altar I know I am about to worship. I lower my head to taste her but she stops me, and says, "good boy, but not yet. You will use that toy you forgot about, remember? I want you to pleasure me with it, but you cannot touch my skin until I give you permission. Not my legs, not my breasts and definitely not my cunt. She only belongs to someone that has earned the right."

The vulgarity of the word is like a shock to my system and yet turns me on to a new level and I want nothing more in the world than to be worthy of putting my mouth on her... cunt. I don't use that word but in this moment it reverberates through my skull and feels so naughty. It's been a somewhat vanilla existence, I realize.

I leave the vibrator turned off for now and start by rubbing it along her inner thigh, down to the crook between her leg and glory, lightly brushing across her glistening wetness, and up to circle around her clit. Although it's not abnormal, it is engorged and very prominent, something that has always turned me on when I see it in porn, certainly looking urgent and ready to be pleased. My mouth waters as I consider the prospect of feeling it under my tongue but I know what my orders are and I control myself. Barely.

She is close enough that I can feel the heat coming off her on my face. I dip the vibe back down and enter her slowly, a bit of a tease. Watching this from so close up is fascinating. My wife has never liked using toys other than a little bullet vibrator and isn't into letting me watch... Unfortunately for me it's one of my biggest turn ons, maybe that is why. Being right here, inches from the action in real life, is making me feel light headed.

The sound as it slides into her is almost more arousing than the sight or the clean musky smell of her sex, like I am intoxicated. She moans and tells me to turn it on, so I do so. The buzzing sound attenuates as i slide it in and out and her hips buck gently with the sensation.

She has pulled the leotard down and one breast is free, her fingers pinching hard on her nipple as her other hand grasps mine and pushes the vibrator all the way into her, hard. My knuckle brushes against her stiff button clit and she tsks at me, scolding for "cheating", which feels wrong and naughty and sexy and like something I have been wanting for so long.

She tells me after a minute or two of moaning with pleasure that she is ready for my mouth to taste her, that I have been a good boy and earned my prize. I pull out the vibrator and it is creamy with her juices, I've never seen a woman so wet in person before and I wonder if this is an every day thing or just because of my attention. Her flower opens to me, glistening and deep red with arousal, with her soft puckered anus pulsing just below, a slow trickle sliding down out of her and along the wrinkled surface. I want to immerse myself in every part of her more than anything in the universe at this moment.

I hungrily dive in and feel the electric zap as my tongue tastes her tangy sweet salty soft skin, and all is good in my soul.



Monday, March 3, 2025

Goldilock Gas by chemicalvacuum Warning: this is not a normal fart fetish story. This story is very emotional and deals with feelings such as pain, sadness and hopelessness. The views expressed here are the protagonist's and don't necessarily reflect mine.

 

 


 

 

"Welcome to the facefarting center", said the administrator.

"I'd like to book a facefarting session with a girl", I said, with my heart beating fast as it's my first time ever doing this.

"It's 1G per minute", she said, smiling.

"Okay, 60 minutes, please", I said, shy.

"Do you have any preference?", she asked.

"What do you mean?", I asked.

"Like hair color, ethnicity, weight, fart smell", she explained.

"No, a random girl is fine", I said.

"Got it. Please wait", she said, smiling cutely.

I wait and should be happy. I'm 28 now and it has been my fantasy for literally half of my life. Half of my life that has been wasted, not having my fantasy fulfilled, but now everything has got to change, because now I can have what I want and I'll finally be happy after waiting so much in frustration and sadness. I will be so happy and my dark energy will finally disappear from my body, leaving me to enjoy the pleasure. It's finally a reality.

A 27 year old blonde girl stood in front of me.

"Hi, my name is Dorothy and we can begin our session~", she said, smiling happily.

I shivered but was happy.

"It's 60G", she said, smiling.

I gave her the money and we can now begin the session.

I can't believe this is happening in my life. This center opened this year and I was worried about going here at first but now I see people are very friendly here, so I have nothing to worry about. I'm going to smell the best thing I've ever smelled in my entire life!

"You can lay down on this bed, let's begin~", she said.

I lay down on this bed and wait for her to get undressed. My heart is beating so fast and I'm so happy. The anticipation of pleasant feelings is pleasant itself, and it's happening. I'm seeing her pulling her panties down and seeing her beautiful naked body. She's smiling at me and drawing nearer, placing her butt in front of my face, her feet behind my head and her knees near my arms and chest. I finally put my nose in her butthole and wait to be "gassed" by a beautifully fragrant non-toxic gas.

"Are you ready?", she asks, probably smiling, although I'm not sure, because I can't see her face from here.

"I'm ready!", I say, smiling enthusiastically.

*pppbbbrrrfffttt*

A warm gust of wind just hit my face. Sadly, it doesn't smell. At all. But I know it's not her fault.

"Do your farts usually stink?", I ask, curious.

"No", she says, in a shrugging tone.

"Oh, okay. Do your farts ever stink?", I ask.

"Rarely", she says.

"I'm sorry, but, I don't like it. Can I leave and have my money back?", I ask.

"You can leave but you can't have your money back", she explains.

I left.

"Is there any girl with extra stinky farts?", I ask the administrator.

"There are plenty!", she says, smiling.

(Lucky me, then), I thought sarcastically.

"Then, I'd like to book a facefarting session with one of said girls tomorrow", I say, smiling.

"Okay", she says, "Come back tomorrow!", she smiled at me.

I walked to the exit door and thought how exciting tomorrow will be. I had my first face farting session today but I won't count it since her farts didn't smell. My first real face farting session will be tomorrow! The administrator said her farts will be extra stinky, and I'm really looking forward to it. Finally my life will be exciting! 28 years of sadness and desolation will finally be paid off!

I walk home. I'm surrounded by hundreds of people, but somehow I'm still feeling lonely, for they don't interact with me. I watch the Sun go down. Civil twilight has started, soon to be followed by nautical and astronomical twilight, then, utter darkness, only softened by artificial illumination. But there is nothing that softens the pain I feel inside.

I go to my home. There's no one welcoming me, and it's been like this since I was 24, four years ago. Sometimes I would like someone hugging me and soothing me, but eventually I helplessly gave in. I open up my social network account, post some screens of me playing videogames and share happy emoticons. I know no one will read the things I write anyway. Perhaps I can make friends with the girls from the face farting center? That's a possible option, I need to fight these horrible feelings!

I wear headphones and listen to some sad music, it helps me know I'm not the only one feeling like this! I feel like there are so many people that would care about me, if only I knew them...

Since I have nothing to do to have fun, I lie down on the couch, waiting to be embraced by a comforting sleep.

I try to think about happy things but I fail miserably: these things will never happen to me. I'm trapped in a sad reality with no possibility to escape. The world is crumbling under me and I'll eventually fall into an abyss of darkness. If only I could meet my angel. No, at the moment of death I'll still be sad. There's no reason to be awake anymore at this point, I close my eyes and wait to fall asleep without further thinking.

"Don't worry, come here", said a comforting voice.

Is my pain over? Have I finally found happiness?

"I'm your friend", said a guy, smiling.

A warm and comforting light comes from that guy. I go towards him and feel a sense of inner peace. I'm finally free. I smile and go in for a hug. As I walk towards him, he keeps getting far from me, so no matter how much I walk or run, I'll never reach him.

Suddenly, a scary demon voice yells at me, and everything turns deep red.

I wake up trying to scream but no sound comes out, my body is paralyzed and I can feel an evil presence in my room. I hear two dogs growling behind the couch. My heart beats fast and I can't swallow.

Hypnagogia has ended.

I can move again, immediately turn the light on and start crying. Being alone is sad and scary. I watch some farting animations and try to calm down. What a scary nightmare! I drink some lavender and again, try to calm myself down.

It's 3 A.M. and honestly I don't feel the need to sleep anymore until next night.

At least today I'll receive the treatment I always desired. At least that aspect of life is going to be fine. I'm going to work in a few hours, life is only made of working, even though yesterday I had a bit of fun anyway. I wonder if there are better realities out there. Oh, perhaps it's just my vivid imagination. There's no reality apart of this one, yet, daydreaming costs nothing (and yields nothing).

I walk to work. My job consists of washing dishes in a low-class restaurant. I wonder if, one day, other realities will be found... how silly I am, of course not. I'm stuck in this reality and can't escape until the day I'll die. But perhaps it's not even that bad. It could have been worse, I could have been born in a reality where people routinely killed each other and made each other suffer. I just happened to be born in a lonely cold-hearted reality.

"Don't you ever feel lonely?", I ask a coworker during my pause.

"I don't know what you talk arō (I don't know what you're talking about)", he said, in a thick local accent, before leaving me alone.

Perhaps I'm the only one in this reality who can feel this emotion. Perhaps my body is from another reality, but I was born here. It's just a metaphor, I know it can't be possible. I keep washing dishes, thinking about the good things life has to offer. Why can't people be friends with each other? Why can't we ask for help? Why can't we show our feelings? Maybe I'm the only one who has feelings here, or maybe everyone else is hiding them. I don't know. I should think about the good things.

At least in this reality people don't whip others just because they have a different opinion about morality. Šäft (it's okay).

At least in this reality people don't kill others just because they don't agree about who created the world and the rules she gave us. Šäft.

At least in this reality people don't make non-violent people intentionally suffer under the false premise of working for "justice". Šäft.

That would be a horrible reality. It's a good thing other realities don't exist, and this one isn't as bad as what I can create with my imagination.

Šäft.

Why am I not feeling better then? The reality I imagined can't possibly exist, for it's too extreme. I just wish friends were a thing here.

But it's just me. Not only I'm alone, it seems like, even though everyone else is alone like me, they don't seem to feel bad. I don't know if they're hiding it or if they truly feel alright.

But I shouldn't worry about this, I'm just washing dishes. I should only think about working and let my own thoughts fade away. This is the fate I'm destined to. It seems like thinking is not appreciated in this reality. Everything would seem so shallow if I were to think the same way as they think. I'm a deep thinker who analyzes everything and I don't think I can ever dumb myself down voluntarily.

Every day is the same. I wake up, browse the Eguš, play videogames, go to work, come back home, play videogames until realizing that I'm an anomaly. I feel bad for being alone, when they told me being alone is the human nature. They told me needing to talk to someone is an illness, not to mention being physically affectionate. That would lead to sex, they say, which is only meant for reproduction and it's "not a game". I wish life was different and that death didn't exist, but perhaps I have to accept it. Perhaps death is just a trip into another reality, a better reality, I hope. I don't want all my knowledge to be swept away. I want to feel good at least once in my life. Today is the good day, because I'll be facefarted by a girl with extra stinky farts. I have to be optimist and hope everything is going to be fine. It's hard to be optimist when you have ideals to carry on but literally nobody agrees with you. If they want to be alone, it's okay for me, but am I really such an anomaly, that I need company? Am I from another reality? I need answers, why do I need company? Why do I always talk to myself? Thousands of questions but the answer is far away.

And yet another day of work has passed. I finished washing dishes and left, for my working time is over. I'm feeling like I don't have the energy to do anything except washing dishes, it's like my body is wired appositely for that. All work and no fun: looks like fun's not allowed here. I want to be creative, but I've never been. All I can do is write and I'm not even good at that. Good thing a girl with super stinky farts awaits me so I can have a bit of fun. I often feel my heart pounding and a grip on my stomach and throat. I believe it's called "anxiety". I don't want to be anxious. Eţpaòļ torture anxious people with dangerous substances for the brain that make them suffer. I don't want that. I won't tell anyone about my anxiety. I breathe deeply and walk to the facefarting center, for it will get rid of my secret anxiety. Boredom, loneliness and apathy are better than being tortured, aren't they? I always had a strong fear of Eţpaòļ.

I enter the facefarting center.

"Welcome", said the administrator, smiling.

"I booked a facefarting session with a girl", I said, showing the ID.

"She's waiting for you in room 16", she said.

"Okay", I replied

I started walking to room 16 with my heart pounding. I wonder how stinky her farts will be, I've never smelled stinky farts since mine have a very weak smell. I've always wondered how stinky a fart can smell and if there's a limit to how stinky a fart can smell. Today I'll probably find it out and I'll finally be happy. Anxiety can go to hell now, I'll always be happy from now on. My pain is finally over and my life is smiling at me now. I hope nothing can go wrong, you know the saying:"What can go wrong, will go wrong"? Well, what can happen now? Nothing bad, I hope. Strangely, I'm having a deja-vu. I feel like it already happened. Weird stuff. I shouldn't say that to an Eţpaòl. I shouldn't be talking to an Eţpaòl at all, honestly. Dangerous people are they.

I knock at the door of room 16 and a girl invites me in. Her ID says she's 25 years old.

"Welcome! I'm Georgia, a girl known for her bad gas, honestly", she giggled.

"H-hi!", I stuttered, excitedly.

"Are you ready to begin our session?", she asked, smiling.

"S-sure!", I said excitedly shivering a bit.

"Lie down on this comfortable bed, then", she said, smiling.

I did what she said and wait until she positioned herself (I suppose) comfortably, she pulled her panties down and placed her butthole right on my nose.

"Now wait. You'll be amazed about how raunchy my gas is!", she said, excited.

I layed motionless and wait for her to fart, hoping it won't be disappointing like yesterday. My mind was excited but I keep my hopes low as it will probably be disappointing and it will ruin my happiness forever making me plunge back into a dark abyss of pain where no one can hear me cry.

*pppbbbfffrrrttt*

This fart smells noxious! It's burning my nostrils. I gag a little and try to endure this putrid sour stench, but it's useless as it's making my eyes water. "Georgia... I think your farts are a bit... smelly", I say.

"Don't you like it?", she asks, probably confused.

"I don't. Please let's stop it here", I say.

"Okay", she says, getting off my face.

I'm nauseous now and I need some fresh, non-stinky air.

"Can we please go outside this room and get some fresh air?", I ask.

"Sure", she says, smiling.

"So, I'm leaving", I say, ready to return home and cry.

"It's better you not to leave, because the weather service forecasts toxic rain in the next hour. You know, that rain will burn your skin if any drop falls on you. It's better for you to stay here. We can chat and be happy", she says.

'We can chat and be happy', really? I'm feeling something I've never felt before, and it's pleasant. It's like a distant light, it's warm and nothing else shines so bright. Is my pain finally over? But let's remember: what can go wrong, will go wrong. But if I have no hope, then what is this warm tingly feeling?

"Do you want to make me happy?", I ask, surprised.

"Yes!", she says, smiling kindly.

"Then why does nobody care about me?", I say, nearly crying.

"Do you care about others?", she asks.

"I've never thought about this", I say, looking down at the floor.

"Most people are like that, it takes a lot of effort to care about others, so you shouldn't blame them", she says, smiling.

"But it hurts", I say, sobbing.

"I know, but I'm here for you. Can I hug you?", she asks.

"Y-yes...", I stutter.

She hugs me and I cry, letting my tears go.

"It's okay, I'm here", she says.

I've never been hugged in my life. Is this what comfort feels like? Is my pain finally over?

After I calmed down, I finally regain the strength to talk again.

"I was face-farted by a girl with odorless farts, then by you. I need someone whose farts smell just right", I explain.

"I see, I think I have the right girl for you, if you come back tomorrow", she says, optimistic.

"I will definitely come back tomorrow", I say.

The toxic rain isn't over yet, and I take advantage of this fact to chat with Georgia. I've been disappointed two times, I hope the third one will be satisfying. Maybe we were all born to suffer. I wanted to ask Georgia why life was so bad but in our reality showing your feelings is deemed as inappropriate. But perhaps she's different from "normal" people? I've already shown my feelings anyway.

"Why can't people show their feelings?", I ask.

"Most people wouldn't care about other people's feelings anyway, so they learned not to show them, because showing them would have no benefits the vast majority of times", she explains.

"I hate this reality", I say.

"Are there any other realities?", she asks, confused.

"Probably, but if there are, we can't reach them yet", I say, sad. I know there are other realities but people would call me crazy if I said I was sure.

"That's science fiction", she says. I knew it, she's like everyone else. She doesn't believe in it. I will change the topic.

"Why are people so lonely?", I ask.

"Do you do anything to prevent any other person's loneliness?", she asks.

"No", I admit.

"Most people are like that. They complain about their problems but don't do anything to help others feel better", she explains.

Everything's clear now.

"I understand, if I cannot be happy myself, I will make other people happy", I say.

"You can be happy. I'm here for that", she says, smiling.

Maybe we just need other people to feel happy? But even though I'm surrounded by people, I still feel bad. Maybe people need to be conscious to make others happy.

"Thank you", I say, grateful. I've never received any kindness before. It feels pretty good.

We sit down together listening to the toxic rain falling on the metallic roof. I used to listen to the rain (both toxic and non) falling on my house's roof as a child. I found it relaxing and I hoped some day I would be cuddled and happy. How innocent was I.

20 years later, I'm not a child anymore, and the cold hard truth hit me hard in the stomach (metaforically). There's only work and pain in this sad reality. No joy whatsoever. Fun is not allowed in this reality. I'm so used to feel bad, I couldn't recognize happiness even if it happens. Am I supposed to be happy now? What is this bittersweet feeling? I feel like her kindness isn't going to last long. What can go wrong, will go wrong. And this can definitely go wrong.

I remember I used to think my pain would be over soon. How naive was I. Many people have died without feeling any happiness in their lives. 80 years (or even less) of pure sorrow await most people's lives, and then, nothingness, forever. What makes me think I'm not one of these people? In fact, I am. I'll never be happy in my life. My life will be filled with loneliness just like everyone else's. But is this the case, that she's trying to make me happy?

"Are you trying to make me happy?", I ask.

She smiles and puts her arm on my shoulder.

"Everyone deserves to be happy", she says, smiling.

Something is happening within my soul. What is this emotion? Am I truly happy now? I thought kindness didn't exist in real life. People don't even mention it. Not that they talk much anyway. But why is she different? Does she come from a different reality? Do I come from a different reality? Perhaps our brains are wired differently.

"Why are you so kind?", I ask, smiling and blushing.

"Because I feel like everyone deserves to be happy, so I try to bring joy into other people's lives", she says.

"Do you usually manage to make others happy?", I ask.

"I think yes, because they leave with a smile, even though it's obvious they try to hide it. But you don't have to hide your emotions around me", she says.

"Can I hug you again?", I ask.

"Sure", she says, smiling calmly.

I hug her and it feels very comforting.

These days are so full of emotions. I think my pain might finally be over. At last. I exhale deeply and try to calm down. Being in her arms is so comforting. Finally someone understands my pain, and it's making it go away. I have never been comforted by another person in my life before today. I've truly been blessed: I think virtually no one has been comforted in their lifetimes. But why am I still unsatisfied? I wish this couldn't be considered luck. I wish everyone could be kind and feel happy, but what can I do about it? I think I should spread my message to the world. Yes, I wish everyone to be happy! The pain has to stop for everyone in the world, forever. I wish people would care for each other and had a desire to help relieve other people's suffering. That is the world I want to live in, not this one. I want to change the world.

"I want everyone to be happy", I say.

"Just be kind", she says, smiling.

I never thought about this. Perhaps I was not that kind after all? Perhaps I was just a selfish guy who only thought about himself, and not about others?

"Do you want to be face-farted by another girl?", she asked.

"Yes, please, but her farts must stink just right. Not too little, not too much", I say.

"I'm not sure how stinky you want them, though", she said.

"Like, a bit stinkier than average, I guess", I say.

"Okay, I think I know which girl suits best for you", she says, hugging me and rubbing my back for a few seconds.

She then left me waiting here, alone with my thoughts. I look at the ceiling. Toxic rain hasn't stopped falling yet and everything feels relaxing, but also, this is my last hope: if this girl doesn't meet my standards, then I'm doomed forever. Yes, of course, Georgia is really nice to me, so perhaps I could live happily anyway, even though I know it perfectly, that as soon as I'll come home, pain will come back and it will be more painful than ever before. It's like a scar that is opened again, but this time, the scar is in my soul.

I'm looking forward to live happily. The truth is: I'll be happy today, but I cannot spend 60G everyday just to keep myself happy. I know it will be a heart-breaking life. My soul is broken and can't probably be fixed. Or perhaps I need lots of kindness, and I can be kind to others in return. I don't know, but surely my life has no meaning. We just are born, live, reproduce and die. That's the cold hard truth. To me, the meaning of life would have been "be happy". But seriously, this reality has nothing happy happening within it. There's no peace, there's no light, only darkness painted in blood. We'll have to kneel before the gods who bring emotional pain and suffering, for we are nothing but mere beasts. A catastrophic doomsday awaits for our souls, and only kindness can prevent this from happening, but no one is kind anyway. Georgia, I'm sorry for this, but you'll have to show lots of kindness for me to feel better. But, thinking about it, her words and her sweet voice indeed made me feel better. But I should listen to her voice everyday for my wounds to be healed.

Suddenly, they called my name. I went to their direction.

"Hello, I'm Äštōkèk", said a very cute 26 years old (according to her ID) girl with black hair down to her shoulders.

"Are your farts, like, average?", I ask, blushing.

"A bit stinkier than average but I think you'll like them~", she said, smiling.

I smile back.

"Let's start the session then, come with me", she said, me coming with her in a room.

"Okay, so, lay down and relax", she said, smiling.

She pulled her panties down and placed her feet around the sides of my head, putting her good-smelling butthole right on my nose.

"Now wait, it might take a while before I have one coming", she said, probably smiling. My heart is beating fast as this is my last opportunity to enjoy something I wanted to happen since I was a teenager and I had no peace. Now that my dream is happening I have to enjoy every moment of it and just be happy.

I don't know why I wish the things I've been wishing for decades. I don't know how I got the desire for a girl to fart on me. It's something that probably brings me back to my childhood, but I can't remember anything about it. I can't remember if someone farted near me. As a teenager my wish became stronger but I knew I couldn't tell anyone and had to live a horrible life. Now that face-farting centers are becoming (relatively) more mainstream, I decided to give them a try. I hope I'll be satisfied this time, or else I'll suffer in despair for the rest of my life. My life is not over yet, I don't think it's too late to at least try enjoying things. I used to listen to music alone in my room all day, only music could comfort me during my most painful hours, but now there are plenty of girls that want to make me happy. I should feel happy now, they're trying their best. I really want to stay with these girls as long as possible. I don't want to plunge back into loneliness and isolation, for pain is even more painful if it happens after you feel good. Once you feel good, you want to feel good forever and pain seems unimaginable to be experienced again. Yes, I want to feel good forever, be happy and free, reach new undiscovered emotions and adventures. Yes, I'm feeling quite good now, but knowing it's going to end soon makes me feel scared. I want things to be happy in my life forever, without ever feeling sadness again. Sadness shouldn't exist. Why does sadness exist? Why did the gods made us endure this punishment? But now I get it, we are the gods, we are punishing ourselves with our selfish behaviour. I'll start being kind since today and perhaps the world will change so I'll spread positivity. I can do it, a person at a time. I hope everyone will be happy one day, sometime in a not too distant future. The future is shining bright, it feels warm but also distant and unreachable. One day the future will come and I'll be glad if kindness became the norm, for we are too selfish in our present.

*pppsssfffttt*

Peee-uuu!!! I totally didn't expect her to fart! It stinks really bad but somehow I can tolerate this nasty stench so I keep breathing it in, probably making sour faces. It's indeed very stinky but not as nose-meltingly mephitic as Georgia's. I like it, yes.

"I like your farts, they smell just right", I say.

She giggled and thanked me. As the smell is lingering I keep breathing happily and finally my pain is momentarily over. It feels really good. I feel like my dream has been fulfilled, and the best thing she's probably not done farting yet. I feel like I'm flying like a bird, exploring new emotions and feelings.

Synaesthesia: her gas smells like it's green.

It has a very sour rancid smell in it and I loved every bit of it waiting for her to fart on my nose again. I feel like my nostrils and lungs are experiencing very pleasant stimuli for me to enjoy. Pleasure is meant to be fully enjoyed, pain is meant to be escaped at all costs. It's the biosphere's nature, both at microscopical and macroscopical levels.

I don't believe in finalism. If I did, I wouldn't be able to explain the existence of toxic rain, which causes damage to both plants and animals. I feel like life happened randomly and that we don't have a purpose. We are just the Universe's anomaly. Maybe we live in a simulation made by higher beings. We don't know. We can't know. We can't have knowledge of something happening in a metaphysical space. Perhaps other realities exist, yes, I'm sure about it! My reality is just one of infinite realities! If only I could reach the others... perhaps the laws of logic are the same in every reality. I wish I could discover some kinds of exotic type of matter, then become famous and happy. It's only a matter of time before falling back into a dark abyss of sadness, but I'm not thinking about it and just enjoy this moment instead. I'll have time to think about sadness when I'll be sad, not now that I'm happy.

*pppbbbfffrrrttt*

This one is even stinkier than the last and I'm having serious troubles smelling it, but I like challenges, so I try to ignore the fact that it's a putrid stench wafted directly into my nostrils. I'm loving this moment, I'm feeling so happy. When your dream gets fulfilled it feels almost surreal. It's like an intense happiness that can't be stopped. Georgia's farts were ridiculously stinky but Äštōkèk's farts are just right. I like very stinky but not the room-clearing types of farts. Hers are perfect, in fact, they are perfect by definition! The stink is lingering but I do my best to endure it. It really smells strong and good, and my feelings now are of contentment. I shall enjoy it until it's over, but what when it will be over? Pain and sadness will come back forever. I've spent 28 years of pain, only to find an hour of joy. Living this life isn't worthy, but still, I can't do anything to fix this broken world. Yes, this world is absolutely horrible and if humans were kind, nothing like this would have happened.

Äštōkèk, Georgia and Dorothy are very kind, but still, I think I will never see them again. I will be as lonely as always after I wave them goodbye. Sometimes I wonder what I've done wrong to deserve this suffering. I think suffering shouldn't exist and everyone should feel good. But is that possible? Why don't we stop reproducing, so that suffering won't exist anymore? Perhaps we like suffering as a species, since no one I met before today likes to make others happy. Too bad, but I can resist. I can tolerate the pain until the day I die, I have no choice by the way. I see others as being happy, and I envy them so much. Today is my only happy day I ever had and will ever have in my entire life, I have to enjoy it. Strangely, when you enjoy something, time passes very fast, to the point an hour seems like 5 minutes compared to when I'm suffering. Since tomorrow, I'll suffer again in loneliness, and will live a slow and painful life.

*pppbbbfffttt*

Here she farts again. I manage not to cough but breathing this stinky gas is not an easy task, but I still love this moment. Too bad it's going to end soon and then I'll be so sick I will feel forlorn forever. I will die alone and my corpse will be buried in Kväb Cemetery and there will be no funeral for my formerly living existence. Forgotten by everyone, my name shall not live in history and I won't live in anyone's memory. All my experiences will be wiped out forever after a miserable existence. No one will know about me, I'll never improve anything in this world as I'm metaphorically voiceless. My life is a life of suffering and there's nothing I can do except suffering until the day I die. At least I'll stop suffering then, even though I won't be able to realize it. I long for the day I'll be no more, but for now, let's just enjoy this moment and smell this beautiful fragrance, for not a second of this should be wasted. I will never forgive myself if I don't enjoy it now.

Let's just consider how painful my life will be after this session ends: 28 years of pain, followed by a few hours of bittersweet joy, followed by who knows how many decades of the same pain I've felt for 28 years. There's no escape from this. There's nothing I can do to withdraw from this impending doom. Äštōkèk might be sweet and kind, but I'll probably never see her again. I will leave this facefarting center with a bittersweet feeling, ready to embrace darkness again. The distant light that was warm and bright is here and it's about to fade away into oblivion forever, turning my life into an utterly dark hell. There will be no peace, only torment for my damned soul. I will never see my soul shine again, only a shadow filled with negativity and despair. The sunshine will never caress me again, it will only burn me. It's crazy. Feelings! I dream of me and you walking hand in hand, but the only "you" I get are my dark thoughts, forever and always. My dark thoughts have no hands, but if they had hands, they would slap me so hard.

*pppfffsssbbbrrrttt*

And yet, sometimes the stinky fumes that are released from Äštōkèk's butt bring me back to a bittersweet joy. I inhale them like if they were stinky oxygen and feel like my time here is getting close to the end. They really stink, but the joy is almost over and the warm light in my soul is fading to black. I know an hour is almost over. Will I come back here to soothe my pain over and over again? I'm grateful I'm having a break from my sorrowful existence even though it's only an hour of true happiness in my whole life. I can't remember a time when I was happy before the recent happenings. I only remember sadness and desperation, along with a naive hope that the sadness will stop torturing me one day. It did, but it only lasted one day. At least I'm quite good at describing my feelings, that's a great accomplishment that will never bring me any good in my life, as people couldn't care less about how I feel like.

I want to be around kind people that care about me. I want to feel happy forever and relieved from this suffering that would otherwise linger forever. I want to feel like I'm flying like a bird, so I wouldn't need someone to build me roads leading to happiness. The key to happiness has been swallowed by a deep toxic ocean, there's no way to reach it without dying. No one will mourn for my death, life will go on as usual as my flesh is rotting and my soul is gone. I've smelled enough farts for their smell to be ingrained within my memory. I will remember them forever, forever in my heart. I've listened to enough kind words for their uplifting effects to be ingrained within my memory. I will remember them forever, forever. Even though the knot in my throat has now been untied, it won't take much time before anxiety will make me feel like that again. Being facefarted feels good but will it happen again? Perhaps I should spend all my money here, so that I won't be doomed.

*pppbbbfffdddttt*

I smell it again, stinky as always, the smell makes me feel happy and that my dream was not a crazy one after all.

"Time's ō! (Time's over)", she said.

I get up.

"So, now, I guess that this session is over and that I'll be lonely again forever", I say, without even thinking about the consequences.

"What?", she asked.

"For the last decade I've always been alone in my house and it's been very painful and stressful. Now that this session is over, my life will be sad again for the rest of my existence", I say.

"Wait a moment please!", she said, leaving me in this room.

She talked with other girls, came back and told me, much to my delight.

"If I told you, that you could live with us, what would you say arō?", she asked me.

My heart was beating was in utter joy and ecstasy.

"I... w-would say yes!", I say, shivering a bit.

From that day, my life has never been painful again.

 

Sunday, February 2, 2025

Roommate From Hell

 

 

 

 


[This is a fictional story. Like all my stories, it features a slow buildup of sexual tension.

The story contains raceplay, sph, and reluctance. It may be offensive to some readers. Other readers might like that it's offensive.

Everyone is over age 18.]

My name is FONG. I'm a 19 year-old Asian guy in college.

For sophomore year I decided to rent an apartment off-campus with a friend. My friend and I are both Asian guys, and we get along well.

Unfortunately, a few weeks into the fall semester, my friend had unexpected academic difficulties and lost his scholarship. He had to drop out.

I would not be able to make rent on the two-bedroom apartment by myself, so I placed ads for a roommate on facebook and craigslist. The only person who responded was ELLIS, a white guy.

He showed up for a tour of the apartment, and immediately I got bad vibes from him. I got the impression that he was secretly laughing at me. Also, he was tall and white, which was a trigger for me given the huge number of WMAF couples on campus.

But because there were no other options, I reluctantly agreed to have him as my roommate.

*****

Within a week I came to regret my decision.

Ellis brought a different girl back to the apartment almost every night. Also, every one of them was Asian. (To be fair, the college had a large number of Asian students, but there were non-Asian girls as well.)

"I got yellow fever. That's why I chose this college," he once said to me.

I could hear him having sex with the girls through the paper-thin walls of the apartment. That made my dick hard, and I would jerk off to the sound of him fucking one Asian girl after another.

One night he brought home another Asian girl, and when they were walking past my bedroom, Ellis said to her, "This is my roommate, Fong."

The girl, who was easily a 9/10, awkwardly waved to me.

Then Ellis said, "Fong, how come you never bring back any girls? There are so many Asian girls on campus."

The girl gave Ellis a wide-eyed look that said: LOL don't be mean, but I'll still fuck you even if you're mean because bullies make my Asian pussy wet, but still, don't be mean LOL

Because I had to say something, I said, "Busy with schoolwork, I guess."

She was so loud. She had to know I could hear her. I jerked off twice to the sound of him fucking her.

*****

I met DANIELLE a year ago, during freshman orientation, and immediately got a crush on her. Like me, Danielle is Chinese American. We're in some of the same classes.

One Sunday morning Danielle and I went to Walmart to do our grocery shopping for the week. We had everything we wanted loaded into our shopping carts and were on the way to the check-out when I spotted Ellis.

Ellis didn't see me or Danielle: He was looking down at his phone.

The path to the cash registers would allow me and Danielle to avoid Ellis altogether, but I felt my traitorous little dick getting hard. I said to Danielle, "On second thought, I'll get those almonds." Picking up the almonds would require us to walk past Ellis.

When we got close, Ellis spotted me and the Asian girl walking with me. I pretended to be surprised to see him. "Oh, hey," I said.

"Hey," he said, an entitled look on his face.

Turning to Danielle, I said, "This is my roommate, Ellis. Ellis, Danielle." There was real anxiety in my voice.

They said hi. Ellis had a douche-bag smile, while Danielle appeared polite and neutral.

I picked up the almonds, and we headed to the check-out.

*****

A few days later, Ellis went to take a shower in the afternoon and left his phone unattended on his desk.

I knew his PASSCODE because, soon after he had first moved in, I saw him enter it. It was 131313, which could be quickly entered with alternating thumbs.

I unlocked his phone and opened the messenger app: below the text threads with Emily Zho, Katie Hwang, and Fumiko Nasu was the name Danielle Chong.

My heart sank and pumped all its blood into my little dick.

I opened the thread. He had sent her a dick pic. His cock was enormous, like alarmingly big. It hung in a sinuous line.

Danielle: Fuuuuck, that is sooo huge

Ellis: You like it?

Danielle: Yeah, I'm so wet

Ellis: When can you come over?

Danielle: It would be weird with Fong there

Ellis: He's heard me fuck lots of Asian girls already

Danielle: LOL shut up, you're so gross

Ellis: How about your place?

Danielle: My roommate is weird about having guys over

Ellis: I can fuck her too

Danielle: Ugh ur such a jerk

Ellis: Fong has class Wednesday afternoon, and I'm free then

Danielle: Fine

I put the phone down, pressed the power button to turn off the screen, and left Ellis's room.

*****

On Wednesday I got back to the apartment around noon. Ellis wasn't there.

I put my backpack and my laptop under my bed. I also put my shoes under my bed. I triple-checked that my phone was on silent. Then I closed my bedroom door and hid in the closet. It would appear to Ellis and Danielle that I was NOT in the apartment.

About thirty minutes later the front door opened, and I heard footsteps. Ellis opened and closed my bedroom door without walking in. The front door opened again, and I heard Ellis and Danielle's voices. (Danielle must have asked Ellis to confirm that I wasn't in the apartment.)

"Fuck, I'm so wet," I heard her say.

They rushed into Ellis's bedroom. With my ear against the wall I heard her moans as they kissed. A minute later I heard the now-familiar sound of an Asian girl's body being fucked on the mattress.

How is she able to fit that huge cock inside her? I wondered.

The rhythmic creaking of the mattress frame picked up speed. Soon she started to yell and scream like a banshee in heat. "Fuck, your white cock is so big. I love your big cock. It's stretching me out. Fuck, it feels so good." She went on and on like that, catching her breath in between.

"You like that big cock, you dumb CHINK?" said Ellis, which prompted Danielle to howl theatrically.

I wished I had set up a hidden camera in the next room. I realized I could walk into the room and sit in a corner. I could imagine Ellis and Danielle having zero surprise upon seeing me stroking my little Asian dick in the corner.

Instead I used the memory of all the WMAF porn I've watched over the years to re-create in my mind what is happening in the next room. (Danielle looked a lot like Evelyn Lin, who was probably my favorite WMAF pornstar.)

I came three times in the hour they spent fucking.

Should I have "introduced" Danielle to Ellis at the Walmart? I wondered, taking out more kleenex to wipe the cum off my hands.