I don’t think anything can beat the wry satisfied smugness of someone knowing that you’re addicted to their gas and taking full advantage of it.
Waking you up with morning wind just right up against your body.
Loading up on trigger foods and just Gloating about it.
Lounging on the couch and laughing as their belly roils and gurgles.
Beckoning with an effortless wave of the hand to summon you, gripping you by the base of your hair and pressing your face down into their crotch. Giggling as each rancid fart echoes out onto you. They stroke your hair and coo as you choke it down.
You give them a bath, delicately attending to their body while they unload streams of fetid bubbles, not a care in the world.
Winding down for the evening, just prolonged eye contact, eyes rolling back and mouth dangling open while they push out the gnarliest rip of the day.
… or you know, something like that! Anyway, me and who? 😩













