Then one day when Konstantina was sitting next to me in class she asked me something in a whispering way. Of course I came very near to her face to get what she was saying. Suddenly, WOSH!!! I had never experienced anything like that. Konstantina had an incredibly strong bad breath. It was so violent and smelled like a long, seemingly delicately seductive but extremely stinky fart. I had never thought that girl of my dreams, with such a beautiful, delicate-blissful face, which everyone would have associated with seductive vanilla scent, had such an insidious fart-breath. I loved that word connected with Konstantina, which was why I also liked to use it. At first I was shocked and it seemed to me like Konstantina hadn’t brushed her teeth for an inestimably long time. For the rest of that lesson I wasn’t able to focus on class, so shaken up was my imagination of Konstantina. But I was so turned on by her and therefore I was mad by her fart-breath. So I began more and more falling in love with Konstantina’s fart-breath too. After I had connected my other fetishes to Konstantina, her fart-breath, which smelled so beautifully intrusively, struggled into my sensitive thoughts about her. That was why I had to masturbate often. I imagined everything of Konstantina, things I got from her through all my senses, combined with what I had been imagining in my sequences of thoughts, which I was unfortunately not able to experience. I loved Konstantina’s exhaling so much, therefore I sometimes wished, she would do me a favor by never brushing her teeth again.
Konstantina never ever had such fart-breath again, like that special day. But from time to time she had some bad breath which was of course not as strong as her beautiful fart-breath from that day, but smelled at least a bit stinkier than normal fresh breath. All in all Konstantina was simply perfect for me. From that special day on, there had been an additional sequence of thoughts, in which Konstantina was lying on me and kissing that part of my nose where my nostrils were. I imagined I could smell her delicate, semi-moist, sticky lips while she was exhaling as slowly and softly as possible, because the more slowly she exhaled the stinkier her fart-breath smelled.
In 2013 our ways split. Nevertheless Konstantina will always be my dream-fart-breath-girl, whose body and its associated scents have given me some marathons of orgasms to date.
Added by Bandi Boke