1. Confessions of a Buttsniffer


    Date: 1/18/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: bryanLL, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    forget Jo Jo and her faded, red, cotton capris. As she lowered down, they just looked so sexy even though they were well-worn and nothing special. My heart beat hard because—this was it!—after all of those years of wanting a girl’s butt in my face, I was finally going to get it! She came ever closer and I round myself in awe of how much bigger her butt looked as she neared. She was a narrow-hipped girl but that contour changed the closer she got and I felt like her butt was just so much bigger than my face, which turned me on. I was also feeling some trepidation because I was about to do the unthinkable—I was about to have my face in a girl’s butt – unthinkable because, I mean, it was her butt and weren’t butts dirty? And I mean, I was about take it in my face of all things. Just as she was about to sit, I did something that surprised me. Just as I felt the graze of her capris on the tip of my nose—I—I—I sniffed! I have no idea where that impulse came from but I sniffed Jo Jo’s butt just before her weight came down on me and closed off my nostrils so I could not smell anything except the residual scent from the original sniff. For some reason, I just had to know what her butt smelled like even though I had never thought of that before. I would say that was first evidence that there was a buttsniffing freak in me. It smelled. Even that small sniff told me it was awful, at least that first time. It was deep and dark and nasty. Since it was my first time doing it, the aroma ...
    seemed very strong to me and I remember telling myself it was not something I would do again. That smell was just too nasty for me. Of course, I had a bit of a problem. Jo Jo was still sitting on my face. It wasn’t like I could just push her off and go deal with that smell that still filled my nostrils, and even if I could push her off, I had the single dilemma that since I had waited years to have a girl sit on my face, it would be nearly impossible for me to want to push her off now. Altogether, I suppose she sat for about three minutes and when she got off of me, I was somewhat ready for fresh air and to ask myself if it was all I had hoped for and would I do it again and could I get that butt smell out of my nostrils or out of my head or wherever it was still residing. I was convinced I would never want to sniff a girl’s butt again and yet, as the days passed, it was that smell that had me captured. Yes, I still had (and have) a compulsion to have my face sat on, but there was something about that smell… it was awful but it was addicting. I didn’t want to smell it again yet something within me made me crave it and it told me that I would indeed do it again. It was just a matter of time. Jo Jo was a cool girl, easy to get along with, a mutual friendship, she was pretty, and she had that amazing rear-end—and—I felt the great pride in knowing that while other guys much cooler than me might think she was cute, I had something that made me special, more special than them: Even ...
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