One of my sequences of thoughts was about the sweetly sweaty, dirty scent between Konstantina’s ass-cheeks, which I associated with her half-open lips very often. I imagined her lips were neither quite dry nor very moist. Her lips were in my imagination rather semi-moist, sticky, in a similar way like her ass-cheeks had formed a vacuum, after she had rubbed her ass-cheeks against each other through moving. Her ass-cheeks had smudged everything of what she hadn’t got clean after wiping, combined with her natural sweat. Thus her lips had slight traces of her ass-cheeks scent in my imagination. Sometimes my sequences of thoughts went so far that I imagined Konstantina’s lips wore indeed the scent of her ass-cheeks after she fondled her asshole with her fingers before she fondled her lips. If I had had Konstantina’s days worn panties then particles of her fragrance would have touched my olfactory nerves and I could have enjoyed heavy traces of her dirty girlish odor caused by a merciless rape of panties by that girl-monster.
Another of my sequences of thoughts was about Konstantina’s flatulence which she let out slowly and joyfully through her ass-cheeks, accompanied by a slow, semi-moist vibration of her relaxed ass-cheeks, which were completely shaved like her pubes. In my mind her vibration flapped so slowly and bassily like a jackhammer, so it was almost possible to count each of her flapping vibrations. That sound was as well a contrast as a complementary element to Konstantina’s young but voluminous voice of medium tone. That imagination of her flatulence was linked to her exhaling, whether being silent, talking or laughing. Konstantina’s laughing and the sound of her forming vowels and consonants were as beautiful as my imagination of the sound and the smell of her farts. When Konstantina was talking or laughing I imagined her exhaling with all its warmth and its smell. When she farted she too exhaled in a certain way, that was my association. When I was masturbating to Konstantina’s farts I had an imagination of her exhaling, speaking, laughing and being silent. In my thoughts I therefore combined Konstantina’s exhaling with her farts.
That sequences of thoughts caused the most intensive orgasms I had ever had while I wanked so often on some days till I felt like having partied all night long under influence of drugs although I never took any similar things to me.
Anytime in 2012 I had the heart to talk to Konstantina for the first time. The first thing I said to her was a supposedly innocent “Good morning.” while train traveling, to which she replied to me a smiling and lovely “Hello.”. She had a beautifully delicate, slightly breathy voice with a lovely South-Eastern-European accent. She then sat next to me in class. Once Konstantina came to lesson in a disheveled way, as if she had missed a train and been running. I noticed that she was slightly sweaty and I could as well feel her above-average heat vapors, which gave her body by itself, as see little beads of sweat on her face which had passed her hair and had built moistened highlights, while her light scent of her fresh sweat wafted toward me. Owed to being rushed she had to breathe very fast, what turned into long and strong exhales towards my direction when we had a small talk shortly before class. As much as possible I enjoyed to inhale her exhaled breath, which smelled slightly fruity.