The Memoirs of a Fart Dominatrix…the first ten days! (part 3 of 10)

3 03 2008

WARNING: ADULT MATERIAL. ADULT CONTENT. MATURE THEME. 

After I got kicked out of the rich freaks house for farting.  I called for a taxi on my cell phone. The taxi was there in five minutes, and as I was leaving the house I saw people running out. They were coughing and some were barfing. The smell that I had released out of my ass had left a lasting impression.  It was the first big party I had gone to at a rich freaks house, and it would probably be my last.

You see the rich are funny they pretend to sympathise with those that are less fortunate than them. They are fake.  This is the case with the rich freak…she wanted her husband to win the election, but she didn’t want real homeless people in her house. You see it is one thing to talk about helping the poor and homeless to get votes, but actually helping the homeless and poor is another thing. You see she loves the power of knowing that she is better than everyone else, and with her husband winning the election…well, she would be on top. 

You see most rich people have no idea what it is like to be poor.  Thus, it is the same for politicians—they don’t give a shit about the poor. I would like to see a non rich person run for office—fat chance that would ever happen. Most of the people that get into office are rich to begin with, so all they do is help themselves and those like them. Leaving the middle class and the lower classes holding the bill. Well, should I say mostly middle class holding the bill.

The taxi cab driver asked me “where to”? I told her to downtown. She drove me downtown, and let me out in front of this coffee shop called “coffee and Venus” it is the only adult coffee (no one under twenty permitted) shop where customers are allowed to drink their coffee in the nude. I am freak! I just love their espresso!

I sat at a table waiting for my espresso and reading book on socialism, that I had picked up at a small bookstore downtown.  A woman with a beautiful body and smile brought me my warm drink. She had a sadness about her. She asked me if I needed anything else. I said no! I asked her, her name. She said her name was Olivia. Nice, to meet you, I said.  She turned around and went back to the bar!

I thanked her and then went back to my reading. I was mid-way through my cup of espresso when a man came in and grabbed Olivia by the hand and took her outside. I felt obligated to find out why the guy came inside and took her outside in such a forceful manner. The other employees looked worried, the guy at the espresso bar grabbed for the phone. I got up and asked what was wrong? The guy at the bar told me that her stalker ex-boyfriend was bothering her again, and the she had a restraining order against him but that didn’t stop him. He almost put her in the hospital one time.

You see there are men that can’t take a hint. They are bastards, and when they are down on their luck they come looking for their ex-partner. These sick fucks have to have love, and  control. Inside they are nothing but insecure bastards!

I walked outside and saw that he had pushed Olivia to the street and kicked her and went to hit her. I stopped his fist from striking her with my hand. He called me a bitch, and told me to get lost. I told him that he wasn’t supposed to hit women, and that he wasn’t brought up right. I told Olivia to go back inside and call the authorities. She got up and went inside.

He took a swing at me. I just grabbed his wrist and twisted it! He screamed in pain and told me to leave him alone. He couldn’t take it. He started crying, I pushed his ass to street. Everyone in the street saw him crying. He begged me not to hit him. He was balled up in a little ball. He quivered with fear. I asked him how that felt, he just whimpered.

There he was in the street crying like the little asshole that he was. I told him that was the last time that he would ever talk to Olivia again. And if he came around or even bothered her again he would face serious pain. . He called me a freak and got to his feet. He got in his car and drove away.

I went back inside to see if Olivia was OK. She was fine just a little shook up. I drank the rest of my espresso, and was just about to leave when the guy came back. This time he had his friends with him. He walked to my table and told me to get up. I ignored him, and kept reading. This of course made him mad. His friends laughed at him. That made him more mad, because he is one of those insecure types. He grabbed my wrist and pulled, that was it I had enough. I told him to come closer. I pulled down my pants and I farted in his face…the fart went on and on, and it was a little wet. He got chucks of crap in his face. Everyone in the coffee shop laughed at him. He got up and ran out and was never seen again.

I tipped Olivia and paid for my drink and left. The employees at the coffee shop thanked me as I walked out the door.

FIN





The farting college women: Beths breakup…short.

1 03 2008

WARNING: ADULT MATERIAL. ADULT CONTENT. ADULT THEME. 

Beth sticks her ass in his face and lets a fart go without disgrace.
He asks why must you fart this way?  (He gags from the smell).

Farting is my game cries Beth.
He wipes his eyes, and says what a bad game!
Yes, she cried. It is a bad game.

I don’t desire you, cried Beth.
He asks her why not.
She replies I feel nothing for you, therefore we don’t exist as a couple anymore.

Who are you going to love?
I will love not you,
I will love her.
I am through with lust poles.
I am through with the drama from you and all the baggage that you conceal.
Therefore we are no more.
They go their separate ways…never to be again!

FIN





The Farting College women: Beth’s advice…oh yeah!

1 03 2008

Warning: Adult Material. Adult Content. Mature Content.  

Sandy: 

Oh, why has Beth taken me from him?
Why must love go astray.
Oh, sweet passion were are you?

I wanted him.
I felt he was the one deep inside of my spherical existence.
There is no…him and there is no love.

Beth:

You were better off without him Fair Maiden Sandy.
He led you astray,
all he wanted was your melons…OK.

Sandy:

My melons?
How dare you say such things are you a friend or foe?
All he wanted was a cup of tea and to walk hand-in-hand through the park of dreams and emotions.

Beth:

A cup of tea…my ass?
The park…ha!
A cup of lust with extra cream is more like it, and
let me tell you his cream doesn’t come from cows!
All he wanted was your lust hole…and maybe your bumhole,
and not exactly in that order!

Sandy:

Are you saying he wanted me for  one thing?
He wanted to have “relations” with me?
That is prosperous.

Beth:

What planet are you from?

Sandy: 

I am very mad at you…Beth.
Look at his e-I am true are you account?
Look at the words that he wrote…he is a poet.

His account:

I need someone to complete me. I need a better half, because right now I am only half whole. I need to find the woman of my dreams…could you be that woman? I am a man of loneliness and desperation. I am a man that makes the world sing, streams flow, and the stars shine! I am a man of dreams and pleasure. Dreams and pleasure. I am crying tears now. Oh, please come and save me!

Beth:

Very touching lines,
it is lies all lies.
He is a poet in many women’s eyes.
Have you ever wondered why he is on the site? I mean look at his words of desperation, if he is all those things that he says he is, then why isn’t he with someone? That is the question to ponder.

Sandy:


Oh, why must you make me feel this way?
Oh, must I deal with these feelings of pain and pleasure.
Oh, the humanity.

Beth:

Drop the drama queen act.
Let’s go watch a movie.

Sandy:

OK!

FIN

Note: To find out what these characters are talking about. See the Farting women: The adventure at the lust package (the trilogy).