THE NIGHT I BECAME HIS GAS GODDESS – a little excerpt from my private blog-autobiography ✍🏼 (and this is just the beginning 😈💨)

I climbed over him slowly, deliberately, my thighs framing his face.

I leaned down and whispered in his ear:

“I’m nervous… but so turned on.”

He looked up at me like I was a goddess descending from the clouds.

And I felt it.

In my gut.

The bubbling. The heaviness.

That pressure building in my belly — thick and wet and hot.

I spread my cheeks with one hand.

His face disappeared between them.

I felt his breath on my hole. Warm. Anticipating.

And then I let go.

PPPrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…

Long.

Slow.

Vibrating straight onto his lips.

A gas caress. A love note from my guts.

He moaned. His tongue moved. His hands gripped my thighs.

And I gasped.

I could feel it — that rush. That wave of pleasure starting in my belly and spreading to my soaked slit.

“More,” he whispered.

And I obeyed.

Another fart. Hotter. Wetter. Messier.

I was dripping.

My pussy throbbed.

I came — hard — without touching myself.

Just his mouth, my farts, and this explosive chemistry we had unlocked.

After that night… everything changed.

We didn’t talk much after.

There was no need.

Something unspoken bound us now.