Some years ago, a group of ex-coworkers and I spent the day playing paintball at a field adjacent to their backyards in a trailer park in central New Jersey. Afterwards we had a bar-b-que complete with strawberry daiquiris in a blender at one of their trailers. I had the trunk of my car open to display all my paintball gear {camouflaged face mask, camouflaged paintball gun and auto-feeder, etc.}. At one point my friends were yelling at a little boy to stop; it seems he decided it would be fun to throw shovels, the type used to build sand castles, of sand into the back of my car. It was all innocent enough, a preschooler, and honestly who could blame a little boy for having some mischievous fun.

His mother came to me to apologize for his actions. I had seen her before. She was heavy set, no doubt from having her son on her own without support from the absent father. Taking a wild, baseless guess I'd say she was about 70lbs to 100lbs overweight, yet very pretty nonetheless.

The two of us brushed as much sand as possible out of the trunk of my car {an Ikea mini station wagon, hey it got me from point A to point B} and at some point we decided that the two of us should take a ride together. We ended up taking her minivan rather than my mini station wagon, and went to a nearby hotel. For whatever reason, I forget exactly why now, they would not give us a cheap room. So we sat in her minivan in the hotel parking lot. That's when I confessed my desires to her.

I confessed I wanted a woman to OWN me as HER Pet Dog, and to Smell HER ASSHOLE. She was taken back by this, and stated something along the lines as she wanted a father to her son. I told her, in an alcohol influenced way, that I would gladly be a father to her son, only not as a boyfriend or husband to her, only as HER dog. The conversation went on and on, and I was feeling hornier by the moment. Then I asked if I could smell her asshole as her dog.

She was very surprised and said no, especially we were there in a well lit hotel parking lot. I pleaded with her, relentlessly, and finally she agreed. She moved her car away from most of the lights and we both moved to the back of her minivan. She propped herself up with her arms on the backs of the center seats, her ass jutting out in the rear cargo hold where I was.

Her ass was incredible, very large cheeks and a massively deep ass-crack. It took some pleading from me, and finally she agreed to go along with the dog play scenario. She ordered me to bark like a dog. She told me if I were a good dog I could smell her asshole. So I barked, more like a little lap dog "arffs" than a big dog "ruffs". I "arffed" and I "arffed" while kneeling down before her ass. At long last she gave me permission to stick my nose up her asshole {something I had ask of her in detail previously} and "smell" away {again, begging her to allow me to "smell" rather than simply "sniff"}.

My nose was firmly wedged inside her asshole, and every breath I took in was only with my nose stuffed inside her asshole, while my every exhale was from my mouth across her panty clad pussy. I "arffed" in delight, her asshole smelled of garden mulch mixed with dark chocolate; yet the biological reality of methane and sulfur gases were giving me an incredible headache, but I psychologically could not stop breathing in her bowel's gases and toxins for love of her ass stench. I knew I was probably killing brain cells by breathing in her bowel's gases rather than oxygen, but this was what I wanted. My brain be damned, I needed to be HER ASS SMELLER, and so I wedged my nose in as tight as possible so that her asshole and my nose were one in the same.

As I mentioned earlier, we were both at a bar-b-que, and she had fed well upon the various spicy offerings that our host had cooked for us. She also consumed a few strawberry daiquiris earlier during the day {hence her not paying attention to what her son was doing when he threw sand in the back of my car}. As I pushed my nose deep into her asshole, I felt a warm bubble flow up and into my nose. The fragrance of concentrated strawberries and shit filled my nostrils as the remaining hot gust of air blew across my face.

How can I describe her fart in fact based detail when she overloaded my olfactory senses to the point she literally blew my mind out with her fart? I can only suggest one shove strawberries mixed with shit in a blender, then up their nose to get an idea of the fragrance and odor I was enduring. I did not know whether to sniff in more or puke my guts out. So I sniffed in more.

I wasn't really losing conscience so much as I was blacking out from a lack of air, when another bubble of hot strawberry scented gas bubbled down upon my face and up my nose. I instinctively "arff arff arff" to her fart and she laughs "You like my farts dog", whether as a question or a statement of fact I do not know.

What seemed like minutes passed by, then another hot bubble of her gas forced its way up my nose and across my face, again I "arff arff arff arff arff" in delight and appreciation. Honestly the harsh concentrated fragrance of strawberries intermixed with the omnipresent smell of her shit was a paradox I never faced before. Her asshole smelled great, yet repulsive at the same time. It wasn't lost on me I had a raging hard-on; but I did since she first told me I could smell her asshole. How much of my erection was from her commanding me as HER dog, and how much was from the hypnotic smell of her asshole?

My face fit nicely between her large butt cheeks, my face her living, human thong. I had been smelling her mornings strawberry daiquiris, when a large explosion of hot gas shot from her asshole and up my nose and over my face. This time strawberries were in the background as an overpowering stench of strawberry daiquiris, spicy ribs, and smokey beef filled my nose. I realized I was smelling the combination of her strawberry daiquiris and bar-b-que passing through her bowels and up inside my nose. I have to admit, it smelled both disgusting and beautiful; and I loved it.

For the better part of an hour I smelled her asshole as she indiscriminately let out fart upon fart up my nose and over my face. I "arffed" and I "arffed" as she laughed at my dedication to smelling her asshole. It was beautiful for me, for her I thought it was just a pathetic and dismissable joke.

At some point a few people came out from the hotel and had a ruscus, so we decided to leave.

We drove around for hours. I even showed her where I lived and made sure she had my phone number. She kept asking me about being a "man" and a "father" for her son. I kept assuring her that I would and could be a "man" and a "father" to her son; but I could not be able to be a "human", nor a "man" to her, only an ass smelling dog. As we drove and discussed each other's wants and needs, she seemed to be rethinking her views regarding a relationship. She Asked me in great detail what would be expected of one another in an "Owner / pet dog" relationship. After some time, we arrived back to the bar-b-que and she went off to see after her son. I went off to party with my paintball comrades.

Reality came to being the following day with a massive headache and the stench of methane, strawberries and shit filling my sense of smell; along with the news that my work was sending me to relocate temporarily in another state in order to inspect a construction site there. I had not heard from her, and took her lack of interest in me as a rejection. Time passed and one day I spoke to my buddy who held the bar-b-que that night, he told me that she had been asking for information about me, my phone number, my address, how to get in contact with me, and that she somehow lost it all that night. He told me he told her he had no way to contact me so as to do me a favor from entering a "ready made family". Seems she was willing to make me HER dog and Fart In My Face after all. I never was able to contact her, C'est La Vie.