Originally Posted by androNYC
Was it one of those explosive sharts, where you pushed it out in anticipation of a huge ripper? Was it loose? Was there shrapnel? Were you facing her— or away? Face up or face down? Was the ceiling fan on and did it get on the walls?There is a web porn viddy series called “sleep creep”— search it out on eskimotube; sweet young things being woken by the the ‘crowing’ of the ‘cock’ ;)
I just can’t help but visualize some poor young thing waking up with a massive steamer on her forehead— the ultimate dirty sanchez but without the sanchez— just the dirty.
Andro, you’re killing me here with your morbid curiosity. :rolling:
Ok, we were side by side, facing up, watching TV, and I think I had already farted a “little stinky”. So, she was already in gross out mode and giving me the stink eye.
It was a minor explosion of the dio type. I knew I was pushing the fart/shart envelope, but I had to give er a go. I splashed the sheets with a slug trail of poo before being able to squeeze the cheeks to prevent a full eruption.
Terror, fear, pity and helplessness engulfed me as a made the waddle of shame to the bathroom.
God, I laugh out loud every time I go over this in my head. My poor wife. What a good woman. :thumbs:
Paraphrased: It is not the critic who counts: The credit belongs to the man in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, who, at the best, knows the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.