The video that will never be aired on CBS

Hi, my name is confidential and I'm about to disclose to you a very discrete
matter between my girlfriend and I, which I would readily like
to share with you. But first, let me introduce to you my breath-taking
girlfriend Kris. She's 19 y/o, tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed, a shiny
smile of kindness. As to the physical aspects, she's very attractive,
having lush tits, curved shaped-up luscious ample ass. As a daughter of a
G.I. Lietenant-Colonel of Norwegian extraction, and a German nurse,
she looks very "Nordic", very alike to a typical Scandinavian. She works at
a well-known esteem restaurant in New York City and used to
work at "7-Eleven" in Chevron gas station down in Pennsylvania. Well, for
couple of years she's been having a bizarre habit/hobby,
- farting on cream cakes... (beats me)

It's amazing to see her
taking off her pants, exposing her bare butt before me, then bending
over, squating with it to the cake, and vigorously breaking winds all over
it. It's so wierd! Once I decided to get down to it and asked her as to the
meaning of this bizarre fetish, so she told me that it has turned her on since
being a little girl. Beats me! She can hardly even explain it to herself!
So one day while I was visiting her at the restaurant, she approached me,
took a cake out of the fridge, got undressed and carried out her constant
ritual. I got suddenly so turned on, that my prick thought of punching my
stretched pants, so I took 'em off. Astonished and grateful, I stared
at my lover performing the ceremony easily and slowly, thanking Jesus
Lord for her beauty.

She bent down to place her ass in front of the cake, while I'm standing
in the corner watching her drawing near her slit and shithole to
approximately 2-3 inches from the cake, waiting patiently for the
digestion gases to accumulate, then be thrust out of her body to meet
the beneign cake. She told me she'd had the beans, so she was equiped
with a lot of farts just to be proud of. After she let out a silent one,
felt only due to its odor, she broke winds loudly, about 5 or 6 in a row,
every one of them sounded like a canon bombardment, or at least -
a starting motorcycle. The last one lasted 7 whole seconds. I think she
passed gas at 500 ml bulk sum total.
Initially the smell was hot, strong and condensed as the molecules were
too dense. After a while when it began to spread, it has become sharp,
punctual and less offensive. After about 20 seconds it felt all over the
room, surprisingly turning me on. She raised from the bending position,
getting up on her feet.
As for the cake- after a few minutes it was a total mess, looked full
of fungi and all sorts of bacteria and sour, still carrying Kris'
wonderful smell.

Couple of minutes later a good looking young fella entered the restaurant
and asked for a pie. Kris served him the foul smelling cake.
He ate it unabruptly, unaware of the drama which had taken place just
before. I was watching the scene while it was going on, I coundn't hold
it in, and rushed to the staff's bathroom, bursting out laughing, lying
on the floor twisting, until my belly was sore.
10 minutes later, after recovering from the wild laughter, I went out of the
facility just to encounter the funny guy holding his stomach, with a
tormented expression on his face, speeding all the way to get rid of
the foul cake. I think he's just had at least 150 million germs...
Bonappetite!

http://www.cakefart.com

Steve

Please don't humor this pervert. There ain't a grain of truth in what he has
written, all he is trying to do is drive traffic to his website.


"Steve" <> wrote in message
news: om...
> Hi, my name is confidential and I'm about to disclose to you a very
discrete
> matter between my girlfriend and I, which I would readily like
> to share with you. But first, let me introduce to you my breath-taking
> girlfriend Kris. She's 19 y/o, tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed, a shiny
> smile of kindness. As to the physical aspects, she's very attractive,
> having lush tits, curved shaped-up luscious ample ass. As a daughter of a
> G.I. Lietenant-Colonel of Norwegian extraction, and a German nurse,
> she looks very "Nordic", very alike to a typical Scandinavian. She works
at
> a well-known esteem restaurant in New York City and used to
> work at "7-Eleven" in Chevron gas station down in Pennsylvania. Well, for
> couple of years she's been having a bizarre habit/hobby,
> - farting on cream cakes... (beats me)
>
> It's amazing to see her
> taking off her pants, exposing her bare butt before me, then bending
> over, squating with it to the cake, and vigorously breaking winds all
over
> it. It's so wierd! Once I decided to get down to it and asked her as to
the
> meaning of this bizarre fetish, so she told me that it has turned her on
since
> being a little girl. Beats me! She can hardly even explain it to herself!
> So one day while I was visiting her at the restaurant, she approached me,
> took a cake out of the fridge, got undressed and carried out her constant
> ritual. I got suddenly so turned on, that my prick thought of punching my
> stretched pants, so I took 'em off. Astonished and grateful, I stared
> at my lover performing the ceremony easily and slowly, thanking Jesus
> Lord for her beauty.
>
> She bent down to place her ass in front of the cake, while I'm standing
> in the corner watching her drawing near her slit and shithole to
> approximately 2-3 inches from the cake, waiting patiently for the
> digestion gases to accumulate, then be thrust out of her body to meet
> the beneign cake. She told me she'd had the beans, so she was equiped
> with a lot of farts just to be proud of. After she let out a silent one,
> felt only due to its odor, she broke winds loudly, about 5 or 6 in a row,
> every one of them sounded like a canon bombardment, or at least -
> a starting motorcycle. The last one lasted 7 whole seconds. I think she
> passed gas at 500 ml bulk sum total.
> Initially the smell was hot, strong and condensed as the molecules were
> too dense. After a while when it began to spread, it has become sharp,
> punctual and less offensive. After about 20 seconds it felt all over the
> room, surprisingly turning me on. She raised from the bending position,
> getting up on her feet.
> As for the cake- after a few minutes it was a total mess, looked full
> of fungi and all sorts of bacteria and sour, still carrying Kris'
> wonderful smell.
>
> Couple of minutes later a good looking young fella entered the restaurant
> and asked for a pie. Kris served him the foul smelling cake.
> He ate it unabruptly, unaware of the drama which had taken place just
> before. I was watching the scene while it was going on, I coundn't hold
> it in, and rushed to the staff's bathroom, bursting out laughing, lying
> on the floor twisting, until my belly was sore.
> 10 minutes later, after recovering from the wild laughter, I went out of
the
> facility just to encounter the funny guy holding his stomach, with a
> tormented expression on his face, speeding all the way to get rid of
> the foul cake. I think he's just had at least 150 million germs...
> Bonappetite!
>
> http://www.cakefart.com

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