Exploring Fetishes in a New Relationship

Hi there,
as you may or may not know, I have a slightly 'out-there' fetish in that I get turned on by feminine flatulence, or to be more exact, female farts.
Yes, I know it's very unusual for a woman to be into such a thing, infact I used to think I was the only person in the whole world who gets turned on by any kind of farts from a person, male or female, but as I soon discovered when seeking out farts on the net as a young teenager, it came to my attention that hundreds of thousands of people in the world have it too. Mostly though, it appears that more men have it than women, outnumbering us ladies, wether that be 'cos men are more open about it than ladies, or for some other reason it's more favourable to men...

Whatever the case may be, I decided to start a blog to explore my fetish in a new relationship, in the hope that wether you be a man or a woman, with a fart fetish or any kind of "weird" fetish for that matter, that it gives you hope and courage to not only bring it up with your new partner, but to explore it as well.

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I met my lovely lady while in a coffee shop one afternoon, we both wanted the last raspberry cupcake on the shelf and I, being the thoughtful woman I am, agreed that she should have it, she was too kind though and said I should have it instead. After a little dispute, we agreed to just ask the server to cut it in half for us, paying 75p each for the £1.50 treat, and seeing as we didn't have any company with us, decided to sit down at a table together for a chat over our half of cupcake and coffee.

We instantly clicked, chatting about life, love, and eachother. She is very pretty, she has light brown hair that seems to glisten with different shades of brunette/blonde in the light, gorgeous hazel eyes and a very young teenage face despite being 2 years older than me!
She's kind of slim but has very curvey breasts and hips, traditional hour-glass figure.
She was so cool and open about her sexuality. She's bisexual but prefers girls slightly more than guys, and as luck would have it, she was free when we met, as was I.

We exchanged numbers, and some time had passed where we'd meet up for dates, usually for pizza or to watch a film at the cinema. Best of all, was when we had sleepovers and spend all night long making love and then laying next to eachother, talking deeply 'til the sun comes up.

Anyhoo, after a couple months, she was sleeping at my house and we just randomly started talking about fetishes and fantasies that we have after eating a big pizza in our pyjamas. She revealed to me some rather tame fantasies that she has, such as light bondage play, and the feel of silk on her private areas, which would explain all the silk underwear she has!

Then she asked me for my fantasies/fetishes...

Now, I'm usually very open with my fart fetish when seeing new girls, but with her, it was different. I'm so in love with her that I was afraid she'd freak out and not want anything to do with me if I told her. So I panicked a little and said, rather mysteriously, "Oh you'd like to know, wouldn't you...?" and "It'd be a real surprise if I told you..." This just made her all the more determined to find out, like a pitbull with a rope, she wouldn't let go, and started asking me for more information. She started listing all sorts of fetishes and fantasies, and I just replied with a "getting warmer"/"getting colder" response.

She started losing patience, and jumped off the couch we was sitting on together, looked at me with a grin, and threatened, "If you don't tell me, I'll MAKE you!" and with that, she grabbed my feet and pulled me hard off the couch, where I landed on the floor on my back. She then sat down on top of me, laughing as she did, and held my arms down above my head.

"I know," She said proudly, "you have a tickle-fetish!" and began tickling my armpits, making me burst into laughter. I screamed "No!" and tried to struggle free which only made her pin my arms underneath her thighs/bum and tickled my neck and sides unmercifully.
She was laughing almost as much as me.

Suddenly, to my complete surprise, she farted. I felt the warm vibration of it right on my boobs through my t-shirt where she's sitting. We both immediately stopped laughing as she just sat there looking down at me, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment and I just looked up at her,
my mouth open in surprise.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She stated, laughing awkwardly.

"It's ok, it's fine." I reassured, a broad smile appearing on my face.

I felt my nipples poking up into her buttocks has they grew hard, I felt the blood rushing to my clit as I got so turned on.

"I knew we shouldn't have had that pizza!" She managed to joke, and smiled.

"It's totally fine, babe, honest." I kept reassuring her, wanting her to feel comfortable with farting on me. She must have felt my nipples getting firmer under her as she suddenly paused and gave me a look, as though trying to work something out in her mind.

It must have been the look in my eye which gave the game away.

"Sorry for asking, but... Did you like that?" She asked nervously.

"Umm, what, the tickling?" I answered, taking the safe option.

"No," she giggled, "I meant, um, when I farted?"

"Oh," I replied, breaking eye contact with her, "I- er-" Ok, I panicked, I desperately searched for the right answer in my mind, but she suddenly interrupted.

"Oh my god, you did, didn't you?!" She squealed and laughed.

"Maybe." I softly mumbled, looking back up to her with a shy smile.

"Aww do you have a fart fetish?" She cooed in a babyish voice, making me feel oddly comfortable.

"Promise you wont tell? Yeah I do..." I sighed, expecting to hear her freak out and run out the door miles away from me.

"Wow, ok," She stated, looking more nervous than me, "I would never have guessed that."

I felt so embarrassed and scared, although she stayed sitting on me, looking to the side slightly.

"I mean, I heard of guys being into that sort of thing, never thought a girl would be though."
She suddenly revealed, looking down at me with a little wry smile.
"Hey, it's ok," She continued to explain, "I don't think it's weird or anything, I mean every fetish is 'weird' if you think about it, its nothing to be embarrassed about though."

"So...You're ok with it?" I asked, still feeling nervous.

"Sure, whatever floats your boat!" She giggled. I smiled at her, feeling slightly more reassured.

"Are you also into s**t though, you know, shit?" She asked, sounding slightly concerned.

"No, I like farts coming out of there, not shit!" I chuckled.

"Oh good!" She laughed, "Not that I'd think it's wrong if you was into that, it's just I wouldn't be comfortable shitting infront of you, let alone on you!" We both laughed.

I know me and her aren't into s**t, but that doesn't mean I disagree with it or judge anyone who is into it, we all have different turn-ons, the world would be a very boring place if everyone was into the same thing.

"Would you mind if I farted again, then?" She asked, a nervous grin appearing on her pretty face.

"No, go for it!" I giggled.

"Thanks," She grinned, and let off a couple little rumbly farts on me, "I'm actually really glad your into farts, means I never have to hold them in around you!" She chuckled having finished farting on me. She then got off me and I sat up and leaned back against the sofa, and she laid down beside me in the same way as me. She put her arm around me as I did the same with her.

"Thank you for being open with me about it." She smiled.

"You sure you don't think I'm weird having a fart-fetish?" I asked nervously.

"Of course not, it doesn't change who you are, your still my gorgeous girlfriend who I love." She turned and grinned at me, we shared a kiss.

We got talking about my fetish then, she was asking me all sorts of questions about it, like when did I first discover it, what do I like about it, she asked me if its the smell of farts that turn me on or the feel of them. I tried my best to explain its not the smell of them exactly that turns me on although I do find it to be a real pleasing smell, it's more the act of being farted on, like that it makes me feel very submissive and that it's like I'm being put right in my place.
I think she understands what I mean, and she enjoys being the "dominant" one in our relationship when it comes to sex, in that she really gets off on me being submissive to her.
We're both equals in every day life but when it comes to sex we have a distinct hierarchy, she's the boss and I'm her willing servant...!

Not that she's by any means selfish sexually, ever since she found out about my fetish, she's been more than willing to indulge me in my passion, often farting on me or making me sniff at her asshole while she farts. Also, anytime she gets bad wind she really plays up to it, sitting there rubbing her belly and describing how good it feels for her everytime she farts as though its giving her sexual pleasure and making me get turned on like mad.

She makes sure I get as many orgasms as she gets it whenever we have sex.

So if anyone's reading this who has a fetish there ashamed or embarrassed about, please, DON'T BE!
If you're in a loving relationship, build up the courage to discuss it with your partner, let them know what gets your motor going and listen to them take an interest in their fetishes/fantasies too. The worst that can happen is that they don't feel comfortable indulging you in your fetish, in which case, you just got to accept it and enjoy fantasising about it while you're playing together. However, the very best thing that can happen is the greatest reward of all, that your partner is more than willing to indulge you and you both have the time of your
lives exploring it together!

I hope all you people have fun out there with your partner(s), and by all means,
never stay close-minded, broaden your horizons sexually, for exploring life is what its all about!

Have fun out there,
and thanks for reading!