Memoirs of a Woman of the Wind - Sex Stories

Memoirs of a Woman of the Wind

... slightly confused by my own feelings. She turned to look at me, she was confused too. &#034Father wants me to marry the other tribe's prince from the other side of the valley. I don't want that.&#034 She revealed. &#034My father wanted me to marry the prince of another kingdom too. I didn't want that either.&#034 I related to her. &#034Would you have married him?&#034 She asked. &#034I don't know. I'm supposed to, but no, I didn't want to.&#034 I answered her. &#034I want to marry you.&#034 She suddenly stated. I didn't know how to respond to that. I was both shocked and yet pleased to hear that. &#034If I were to marry you, you could listen to me farting all day!&#034 She then playfully stated and laughed. I must admit, I felt a little tingle of pleasure pulsate in my fanny hearing her say that. &#034What makes you think I'd enjoy listening to them?&#034 I asked in a playful tone of voice. She reached her hand into the water, and splashed it at me. I gasped and laughed, and splashed her back. She went to splash me back too, but I jumped back. She then stood up and pounced on me. We laughed as we rolled around play-fighting on the dusty ground, until she straddled me and sat on my chest. She held my wrists and pinned my arms down beside my head. &#034Ok you win! You win!&#034 I laughed out aloud. &#034You wouldn't make a good warrior giving in so easily.&#034 She taunted as she chuckled. &#034I'm a countess, not a warrior.&#034 I reply. &#034No. You're a fart lover!&#034 ...

... She laughed. &#034No I'm not!&#034 I laughed, still denying my true feelings. &#034You are. Here, I'll prove it!&#034 She declared and suddenly stopped chuckling. She stared down at me, a big grin etched onto her gorgeous face. I felt her pushing down on my boobs as she sat comfortably on my chest. *brlmlmlmphttffttt!* She suddenly let rip a loud rumbly rasping fart right over my chest! &#034There! See? You love it!&#034 She threw her head back and laughed. The way she sat on me meant some of the air escaping from her butt hole had been released in the direction of my face. I caught a whiff of the strong smell. I was expecting myself to be too repulsed by that to enjoy it, but actually it had a surprising effect on me. It wasn't a pleasant smell, and yet I found myself enjoying it. It was a slightly cheesy and rather musky smell, but yet it thrilled me beyond words. My heart was beating so hard I was convinced she could feel it throbbing against her bumcheek. &#034I'm not going to release you until you say you love my farts!&#034 She laughed. I sighed in what sounded like exasperation, yet it was actually in pleasure. &#034Ok... I love your farts...&#034 I sighed once more in submission. My knees were trembling, I didn't know how she would react to such a revelation. She looked down at me, a big grin on her gorgeous face. &#034See? I told you you're a fart lover.&#034 She proudly boasted and chuckled. She then released my arms, but stayed sat on me. &#034You going to let me up ...