Tales of a Junkie - I
October 21 , 2013 (23:14 PM )
Yesterday in my hometown Piracicaba , it was Valentine's Day and afternoon was to the restaurant " Feijoada Robertão " eat a delicious feijoada juicy with a price almost free , perfect . Soon after I had to find my gay boyfriend at his house , but i had an urge to fart; know that heavy flatulence diarrhea that comes up together? Well , getting there and I greeted him , and with tight ass , I asked :
- Sweetie , I can go to the bathroom ?
And my boyfriend showed me the way . When I was there I was farting so much that even I no could stand there, the bathroom had no window and had no way get out the smell i had to keep spinning and rocking or even swaying . It was fucking disgusting . When you open the bathroom door came the smell of rotten ass that no one in the room endure... Now whenever I see a feijoada remember my ex -boyfriend Luke , oh , what a disappointment of my ass, It was good unburden. Thank you for hearing and when to pass the smell I post another story.
I made a translation, not is the best, but it is possible to understand