The moment she realize that we had the house to ourselves, she grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, and dragged me up to her bedroom faster than I could move.
She pushed me on the bed, and started to give me a striptease that I will never forget...and then she kitten crawled to my zipper, undid the button, pulled down the zipper, pulled off my jeans...and gave me the best blowjob I had ever experienced in my life. That moment, right there, cemented the Business Suit kink for me.
And now comes the weird one.
Farting/EFRO: So...I've never spoken about this kink before in my life. I'm actually nervous to type this out. but fuck it, here goes nothing.
It all started, again, with my very first girlfriend. We were always really close, and she was kind of a Tomboy, so every now and again, she'd joke about farts, or even talk about what foods made her gassy...and I don't know why, but her talking about her bodily functions like that was...just really, really attractive to me, like, she was open, and honest, no bullshit about how girls don't fart. From there, the fetish really didn't come to life until one fateful day, that I will NEVER forget
The girlfriend and I were talking on the phone after we'd gotten home from school, and she made a comment about how she ate something that upset her stomach a little bit, which didn't click anything at first as we continued casually talking and joking...until she she unleashed this solid 2-second blast with a bit of a wet tone while we were talking on the phone, and I heard it...followed by a slight moan of relief. I asked her if she was okay, and if she needed to use the bathroom, to which she had said she did, but she decided to hold on a bit. We continued talking, until she said she'd be right back...and then the phone went silent for a minute. She returned afterwards, we continued talking like nothing had happened, and all was well.