Name: Anonymous 2010-08-06 17:01
When I am at my desk, I prefer to kneel on my chair, so that I am sitting on my legs.
Another thing I like to do is twitch and shake. Whether it's a foot, a leg, an arm, or a hand, I always have to move around. It's how I keep my internal rhythm in time.
Just a minute ago, I was sitting at my desk while jiggling my luscious thighs. There was a little friction, but other than that, it was just peachy. This was not to last, however, for I felt a fart brewing inside of me. I don't usually fart in my office - I consider myself to be better than that, and take my willingness to step out of the room as a point of pride.
This time, however, my position was so perfect that I didn't want to get up. Shamefully, I unpuckered my rosehole and lead the fart right out.
What I heard was not what I expected. The fart quivered a little, at first - it sounded a little shy to me. It quickly drew out into a whine, a shriek, with such vibrato! It sang to me, and what a sad song it was! The incident was over in a matter of seconds, and yet I don't feel quite the same anymore.
I think my anus is trying to communicate with me, and I can't tell if that makes me more frightened or curious.
Another thing I like to do is twitch and shake. Whether it's a foot, a leg, an arm, or a hand, I always have to move around. It's how I keep my internal rhythm in time.
Just a minute ago, I was sitting at my desk while jiggling my luscious thighs. There was a little friction, but other than that, it was just peachy. This was not to last, however, for I felt a fart brewing inside of me. I don't usually fart in my office - I consider myself to be better than that, and take my willingness to step out of the room as a point of pride.
This time, however, my position was so perfect that I didn't want to get up. Shamefully, I unpuckered my rosehole and lead the fart right out.
What I heard was not what I expected. The fart quivered a little, at first - it sounded a little shy to me. It quickly drew out into a whine, a shriek, with such vibrato! It sang to me, and what a sad song it was! The incident was over in a matter of seconds, and yet I don't feel quite the same anymore.
I think my anus is trying to communicate with me, and I can't tell if that makes me more frightened or curious.