AromaLover21

On second thought the title cements the fact that I am in my 20s . Anyway, I figured Id be creative with the title as I have a session booked with the lovely Mistresses Zito and Fang. This will be my first group session and I look forward to the experience that the ladies will bring. Especially with the role-play I suggested, I know that I'm in for something special. I'm anxious to see those two work together and see where they take me. It's going to be heavenly .

Gone With The Wind Tootsie Sweet Smell of Success Scent of A Woman I think these are appropriate! lol

I concur. It is relaxing to let go of the reigns, hand them over and drift into a new space. It will take some time before I can completely let go. Doesnt make the session any less amazing for me though. Just my natural urge that I won't act upon during the session.

There is definitely something so relaxing about going to the fortress. I can understand it being therapeutic. Anytime Im feeling adventerous I send an email and I know it will be a lovely visit. It is an escape to another realm sometimes.

Well, we will explore ropes next time! Maybe we can toy with my fetish, sensory deprivation, and bondage.

Yes I have. Mistress Rey had me restrained in a session and commented on my struggles the more aroused I became. As did Mistress Zito in a different session where I was not bound but held myself back lol.

Ah, Mistress Brinks! I didn't notice you had written something as well. I have told my partner about my fetish and no it hasn't affected our relationship.

Definitely something to adjust to. I loved my previous sessions and relaxed my way into them. I guess throughout the sessions with my excitement and arousal, the urge to take control kicks in. As Id normally be in my own life but I can't do that lol. Ill work more towards letting that urge go as I play more at the fortress.

In my relationships with women, I can say that I have always been rather dominant. Well in the bedroom to specify, however relinquishing some control was always fun. Letting her take control to see how she does things, which can be very sexy. Visiting the fortress and having no control whatsoever is new to me. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't fun to be guided along but I do have the urge to take charge from time to time. Though out of respect for the mistresses and not wanting to ruin the mood I oblige by their command. I can see it being submissive to want to be sat on or farted upon, having my face used as a seat for both our pleasure. However in my everyday life even with my face being sat on I still have control of the situation. So my question to my fellow fortress patrons is, what about submission has you hooked? When did you discover that you wanted to be under the complete influence of another? As for the lovely ladies, when did you realized that you loved to make men submit? To assert your power over them? Not sure I'll ever feel as if I'm truly submissive lol, but how could I not enjoy following their lead when they are so damn good at it?

Out of my way? Hmm. Well I am in tune with my sense of smell. If I come across a scent that catches my attention I do try to figure out what the source may be. Whether foul or pleasant I just like to know what caused it lol.

It is possible that I may not have noticed the effects of my fetish just yet. My particular fetish is eproctophilia or better yet I am an olfactophiliac. I do love smelling a womans gas but I have realized that other odors are pleasing as well. Especially the natural scent from a womans honeypot.

I'd say that having a fetish hasn't affected my everyday life at all. I don't crave it or think about it 24/7, just an occasional desire to have it fulfilled. I know that this differs for others, some need to incorporate their own kinks into their daily routine to keep sane or for sexual release. I view it as a bonus besides intercourse. Intrigued to hear how other people handle it.

I should have chosen a better word for her complexion but I remembered what most men had called her. There is little difference between "redbone" and "yellowbone" in terms of complexion. As far as I know, when referring to a woman as a "redbone" her complexion has a reddish undertone. As for "yellowbone" the complexion would be lighter than that of caramel.

Im glad you found it funny. Hey DB, it's like a breath of fresh air! If air came from a beautiul womans arse! Lol. I always thought it was a crazy ordeal myself. Ironically I still see her from time to time and wonder if she even remembers it. Wonder if I should tell her one day?

It is always such a delightful subject to discuss how someone discovered their fetishes. To pinpoint the exact moment that mine had developed, it would be in my early childhood years. As a young boy between the ages of 4-6. While I didn't know that I had developed a fetish I certainly knew that what I liked was much different then others. My fart fetish was due to a babysitter that I had. My parents would drop me off to our neighbors apartment and she would watch me until my siblings came home from school or my father returned from his first job. She was a yellow bone. Beautiful complexion with hazel eyes and such a voluptuous figure. Most men in the neighborhood dreamed of spending a night with her. Nonetheless she is the sole reason for my fetish today. As a child I was quite the curious boy, or as others would say perverse. I often acted off first thought so when a woman crossed my path that caught my eye I went for it. My babysitter was a crush of mine so anytine she babysat me I tried something on her. Whether I tried to sneak a peek up her shirt or catch her changing, I wanted to know what she looked like naked. I never got the chance but I did however think of one last daring act. I was going to shove my face into her butt since it was so big. I never expected her to do what she did when I went through with it. We were on her bed after eating lunch watching cartoons as I slowly made my way behind her. As she laid on her stomach I crept up and plunged my face right into her buttocks. She tried to shake me off but I wrapped my arms around her thighs and held on saying she that she couldnt shake off a monkey. She laughed and then warned that I shouldnt be there or a surprise was heading my way. I ignored her warning and kept my face in her butt. She laugged again and said that she warned me and proceeded to cut a very loud and very big fart right in my face. I was initially disgusted and removed myself from her ass but as time passed I started thinking about it more and wanted to expereince that again. To see if I would actually enjoy the smell of farts.

I believe all of the ladies whom are currently at the fortress do. But contact and ask for yourself just to be sure bud!

Definitely recommend a farting session at the fortress. Quite pleasant!

James Joyce. His letters are such a marvel! Definitely a man of explicit expression. Hopefully I get to be as familiar with all of you lovely ladies farts as Joyce was with his wifes.

Everyone has their limits, but you are right mistress. I would be ecstatic as I was bombarded by several lovely ladies.

Ive found roleplay interesting. Allows you to break out of the norm. Especially if the roles are played exceptionally. The whole experience is heightened. One fantasy of mine is to be an inmate who makes passes at the female guards daily with my deragatory comments and crude remarks. Until one day the warden brings me into her office to punish me for harassing her guards. Teasing me about my fetish and how gross I am for making advances at her guards but rewarding me for being under her taking it like the dirty inmate I am. Offering to push my release date up if I become her toy for the remainder of my sentence. That sounds so eexciting to me.

...You my friend are a genius. I didn't think of that. That is defintely a fun time. Surrounded by the lovely ladies and their derrières pushing my limits to see just how much funk I can take. They would enjoy that torture. J'aime les femmes à la fortresse.

Well of course all farts stink, but it is something about its pungent odor that is arousing. The more potent the better it is. Most would groan with a stinky fart but for fetishists like myself who find it pleasing, we take ot all in and await the next malodorous puff. I am actually curious as to how much I can withstand. If there's actually a limit to how much stink I could handle.

Ahh James Joyce. That was a man in tune with his sexuality and fetish lifestyle. From his words you can see just how deep he was into it. A true kinkster and fetishist indeed. Ive written two intensely sexual letters like those in my life. Good memories! Definitely opened the minds of the two girls who had received them. Infact, his letters actually helped me feel a little more at ease with my own fart fetish which I heartily embrace now.

Well it would depend on what you like about farts. Not all fart fetishists are the same. Some people enjoy everything about it such as myself and others enjoy the sound. There are some who are just attracted to the woman farting. Onto your question though my friend. I think the act itself is very intimate because of how close in contact you are to both beautiful rosebud and punani. It is exhilarating as she lets go of any inhibitions and relieves herself for her comfort and for you to enjoy. Even before any flatulence it is such a sensual experience. The feeling of supple cheeks upon your face and the scent of the woman straddling you. Teasing you.. Pure bliss. It is utterly tantalizing. It overwhelms you with ecstasy almost to the point of passing a hard limit and wanting to please with tongue. Alas to put it simply, I like to think of it as face sitting with a little extra spice. Hopefully the lovely ladies at the fortress can answer your question as well. Im sure they can entice you into doing anything and everything LoveSeat!