Okay now I have done a lot of things that may seem weird or nasty and I really believe most of them actually are. But tonight is going to be hard to write about because it was so utterly disgraceful and humiliating that even I have trouble putting it into words. I am not sure who made me do this and how but obviously it was possible and my subconscious found that it is okay to actually do this.

Tonight's incidents involve something that is really not ladylike, but I guess I will not be able to get around naming it somehow. Let's just say I had decided to go out tonight, being really horny and kinda desperate for someone to get intimate with. I felt like a slut, I even dressed slutty, deciding to wear a rather short skirt and all. Well I thought, okay, maybe someone encouraged me to do this but it isn't entirely unusual for me to behave this way. I sometimes do it because I can and because I like the feeling of being desirable. And desirable I was, at least pleasant to look at. But there was something else. It had been there for a while but as soon as I got to the bar it grew rather disturbing.

Fellas, I warned you, this is going to be bad. So be prepared. Problem was, when I got there, I had awful gas. You can see where this is going. Not ladylike at all.

Worst thing, I found I could barely control myself whenever I needed to fart. I did it a lot and I did it with force. It seemed to somehow correlate with being checked out, which didn't make it any easier. Luckily it wasn't as foul smelling as it could have been, but still I was growing really paranoid about my newfound nasty compulsion to violently pass gas whenever someone was looking at me. Good thing the music was very loud and the light may have covered up for my blushing. Still, it was so humiliating that I felt like I had to leave after only a few minutes.

But somehow I managed to get used to it and after some time had passed I didn't even have to do it that often. I guess my body ran out of gas and it was a good thing too because the night wasn't bad. There were a few guys and I really wanted to get noticed, but not for being a disgusting freak.

Suddenly I felt like I was looked at and sure enough I ripped one, as if to confirm it. But the guy was really kinda cute and I figured that if anything, he is my guy for the night. I did my stuff, getting close, smiling at him, "accidentally" brushing against him, carefully avoiding to blow any more farts while I tried to get his attention. I barely managed to do that. But we had some small talk and all the time, I kept pushing my luck by getting closer and closer. I dragged him onto the dance floor, we danced, we shared a few drinks, we talked a lot despite the volume of the room. Then I felt like kissing him so I did. He was a little surprised but he quickly let himself return it. It was just perfect but then suddenly things began turning really, really bad. Not only did I feel myself still farting all the time, whenever I could. Problem was, he was letting his hands roam around my body and, well, also dangerously over my bum. I am sure you're having an idea what happened.then. To my utmost horror I felt myself suddenly farting big time against his hand and then felt him pull it back with a start. He broke the kiss and he looked at me with an expression that was.... well more than just disgust. He looked so shocked! It was just awful. I was beet red, I almost felt like I was going to pass out from embarassment when I suddenly heared myself bloat out the words "I'm sorry I really have to take a huge dump now." Then I ran off to the bathroom, locked myself in a stall and as I started to cry, at the same time I felt an enormous wave of pleasure welling up inside me. Surprised I felt my hand wipe away the tears from my eyes before it went down and up my panties where I frigged myself into a rewarding climax. I still could not help but fart a few more times, even while I masturbated, but I didn't care any more.

The hardest part was getting away fromt that spot without running into that guy, or pretty much into anyone on the way. I literally stormed out and I know it is not that guys fault but I really hope that I'll never see him again or do something like this again. It was exciting as hell, but boy was it edgy. And I feel really ashamed, especially at how easily I could climax from it.

Before I went out I was kinda disappointed for not getting any files but now I am relieved to find my mailbox empty for today. I've had about enough.