continue the story, i teased her, with telling about the lingering smell of her fart:

As Megan Olivi and I continued to lay there, basking in our intimacy, I couldn’t help but notice the smell of the room. It was thick with the scent of sex and the lingering smell of the fart that Megan had just let out.

Despite the thickness of the smell, I couldn’t help but be overcome with a sense of appreciation and contentment. These smells were the evidence of the deep level of connection that we had created, and I was grateful for it.

With a contented sigh, Megan turned to me and said, “I think it’s time we take a shower and clean up.”

I nodded in agreement, knowing that as much as I loved the scent of our intimacy, it was time to wash it away. We got up and made our way to the shower, relishing in the warmth of the water as it cascaded over our bodies.

As we washed away the physical evidence of our connection, I couldn’t help but feel a renewed sense of appreciation for Megan. She had dared to explore every aspect of our intimacy with me, had shown me a level of connection that I had never experienced before.

Finishing our shower, we stepped out and to