This is a story written from Ebony's experiences in college. Ebony is Samantha and Samantha is Ebony. 




This Diary Belongs To Samantha

Okay, so like, I guess I should properly introduce myself to my new fart journal. So, here goes nothing! Hello, my name is Samantha, and this is my fart diary! Yes, you read that right, a "fart diary," and after I introduce myself, I'll totally go into way more detail about why I even need one.

So, I was born and raised in Atlanta, but my family traveled, like, a ton before we permanently settled down in Florida. Moving states is seriously so difficult, especially when you're trying to keep friends. I basically just got so frustrated with having to repeat the whole awkward period and the opening-up phase that I just stopped. Nowadays, whenever we relocate, I just carry on with the stuff I enjoy, but thankfully for me, after I got to college, I made a new friend pretty much instantly, and I’m hoping to include some of our, like, totally bizarre adventures in this Diary.

Going to the movies is, like, one of my favorite things ever. I am, like, obsessed with anime, superheroes, and sci-fi. I could literally watch movies all day long. I also really love playing VR games because they feel so lifelike. Even though I’m not a huge gamer, I totally appreciate the art of gaming. But honestly? I’m a pretty simple person.

Oh my god, I’m being so rude. You have no idea what I look like. 😏 I’m 18, as of right now. I have deep skin that’s unevenly pigmented, kind of like a cow, with a few freckles. I’ve had dreadlocks down to my waist for the past six years, and I am, like, obsessed with them. I’m 5’4”, and even though my weight fluctuates a lot, like a total roller coaster, right now I weigh 214 pounds. I played sports for most of my life, so, like, let’s just say my legs and my butt got seriously enormous, but now that I don’t really play anymore, most people wouldn’t believe it… at least until they saw the absolute wagon I’m pulling behind me. 😈

The only thing that’s not, like, basic about me is that I have a major interest in kinks. And farts are my absolute favorite. I love the sound, the vibration, and the smell—man, that stuff can get me all moist. My second fetish is ass. I would totally lick, sniff, and get suffocated by an ass! Haha, well, not really, but I do enjoy a juicy, big-fat ass. Just the sight of a large, fat natural ass makes my pussy tingle. Farts and ass are my main interests, but I’m also into some more, like, intense activities that I might share with you one day—just not today!

So, I’ve always been curious about different fetishes. As I got older and really started learning more about myself, I understood how much I loved them, especially farts, starting with wedgies and ass sniffing when I was younger. And I enjoy both female and male farts…

Now that I’ve, like, shared my deep fart secret with you, we can start sharing some spicy details. This marks the start of my Fart Diary, where I plan to share with you all the many fart-related engagements I come across. It’s gonna get seriously nasty, so buckle up and make sure you have some air freshener on hand! 🤢

You see, ever since I was a young girl, I’ve had a fart fetish. I basically acquired it back when my family’s home first got connected to the internet. Because there was, like, no structure or limits on the internet back then, you could stumble onto anything, whether you were on early YouTube or just searching for games for girls. Soft porn or hardcore porn, it was all there. And that’s essentially what happened to me. Little Samantha was searching for "fun girl games" online, but after a few searches, I discovered these "fun adult games" that were hidden in the layers of the internet. Wedgie and funny fart videos were the start, which slowly evolved into a butt sniffing and fart sniffing fetish. I try to believe my obsession happened by sheer chance, but then again, maybe everything happens for a reason and I’m just meant to be this way.

So, I’ve had this fetish for my entire memorable life. But it wasn’t until I was an adult that I actually started actively seeking out and looking for ways to satisfy my insane—and yes, it is insane and nasty—fart fetish.

My first university was this wild, drug-and-party-based school. Everyone was having, like, lots of sex and partying almost every day of the week. We were seriously living a fast life. We ate whatever we wanted, had hangovers all the time, and there was one person I did everything with… and at the time, that person was my best friend, Mary.

It’s EB. 💋And I’ve got a new playground for you…Welcome to my SubscribeStar—where my farts come to life… in words.

That’s right. 🫠No vids. No vids. No vids.Just steamy, filthy, fart-soaked erotica… written just for you.

I’m talkin’ past stories you’ve never seen…Brand new ones you won’t believe…And maybe… just maybe… some audio fartsessions in the future. 🎧😏I’ve been cookin’ up gas for years, and now?I’m servin’ it in paragraphs.**Slow. Teasing. Dripping with stank.**Just how you like it.

📚 Check out the Collections I’ve already set up—
Go ahead, get to readin’.Let my words make your nose twitch… your heart race… and your cock drip.

Never read fart porn before?**Now’s the time, baby.**Let me be your first

This is still settlin’ in—bear with me as I upload all my favorites.But trust me…It’ll be worth the wait.This is gas like you’ve never felt before… only heard… only read… only imagined.

Intro

I want to Give a shoutout to Tyler for treating me the best he could while
we lived with his terrible mother. 

This is the first writings of my life living with Tyler’s Mom. Overtime I will expose more of these hidden Memories of me and the rest of this family.  This specific collection of stories will skip around a lot due to some memory Loss of the events that took Place in Tylers Moms Home, who we will also call "Tiny". For me, Ebony, This story begins at age 18 and ends at age 20. 
Disclaimer I  do not claim to be a amazing writer... There will be errors but please have patience and enjoy my growth in writing erotica.

This is the story of Living with Tylers Mom, A Story inspired by real life events. I hopeyou enjoy!!
- EB




## The Subtle Beginning



Atlanta had been home for two years, but it never felt like it. At 18, I was completely alone. School was out, and I was more lost than ever. Moving to Atlanta was the single worst decision of my life. I could taste the racism in the air, see the cliques forming on every corner, and feel the weight of familial expectations crushing me. I was so over it all. My mother had moved away after my father abandoned us here. Tyler and I were both from Chicago, the beautiful, windy city that existed now only in our memories. I think that shared past was the only real thing we ever had.

Senior year was the absolute lowest point. I got kicked out of my home over bills that were forgotten, while a divorce simmered. My life was frozen. I had no idea where I’d live or how I’d survive. Then, an opportunity landed in my lap. Tyler’s mom, Tiny, offered to let me stay with them, as long as I handled the chores. I was so grateful, I would have done anything. My duties included driving people to practice, cleaning, cooking when Tiny was out, and whatever else the queen of the house demanded.

The house was full, loud, and perpetually dirty. There was me, Tyler (my same age), his mom Tiny, his four sisters—three of whom were 18-year-old triplets, and one older sister around 26. There was no father, just a rotation of Tiny's boyfriends. I didn’t see it at first, but the family dynamic should have screamed one thing: Tyler was a mama’s boy. Now, there’s nothing wrong with loving your mother, but let’s just say Tiny’s love for her son was… intense.

Tyler was tall and skinny, a basketball player who wasn’t actually any good. Maybe some muscle would have helped, but he never built any. He was trash at school, trash on the court, and completely lacking determination, yet his entire world revolved around basketball. And his mother filled his head with dreams—dreams of a full-ride to a good school, of becoming a star. It was pure delusion. The one thing Tyler did have going for him was his body. A nice, large third leg and a round, juicy ass that I adored. I’m an ass-addict, honestly. Most people don’t expect that from a girl, but it lets me fly under the radar.

Living with my boyfriend under his mother’s roof was a constant tease. We had sex, of course, but in a house that crowded, you never knew who might be listening… or watching.

On this particular day, Tyler had a basketball game. It must have been through some community league because he couldn’t even make it as a walk-on for a university team. By then, I was fully settled into the family’s routine. Since it was game day and everyone was home, we all got ready to go in the morning. For breakfast, I whipped up something quick: eggs, bacon, and toast.

The triplet sisters came down first. They were a handful, all three strikingly beautiful. The youngest triplet was slim but thick in all the right places. Her booty wasn’t huge, but it had a perfect, perky shape that stuck out. I often fantasized about burying my face in it, but that was just a dream. I made sure to offer her some eggs, knowing she tended to fart a lot around me. I was just hoping the eggs would add a little extra… aroma to the mix. 
Tyler didn’t eat any breakfast. He was too focused on “saving himself” for after the game, as if his performance hinged on an empty stomach. So the rest of the eggs went to his mother.

Tiny came stomping down the stairs like a storm rolling in. The sound alone made you brace — like a linebacker was rounding the corner. And then she appeared:5’9”, Puerto Rican, thick in every way that mattered, a BBW built for worship. Early 40s, light-skinned, with a face that could’ve been T.I.’s wife’s long-lost twin. And her ass? Monumental. The kind of backside that explained why every child she’d birthed came out with a shelf so thick it could hold a textbook.

She walked into the kitchen like she owned the air, grabbed two slices of bread, six strips of bacon, and scraped every last egg from the pan. Then, without hesitation, made herself four egg sandwiches — stacked high, wrapped in foil, ready to go. She wasn’t just eating. She was fueling up.

I’d made the eggs hoping the youngest triplet would get gassy.I didn’t realize I’d just armed a biological weapon.

We piled into the car. Tyler drove. Tiny took shotgun. I sat directly behind her, one of the triplets squeezed in beside me, the others crammed in the back. The engine roared to life. An hour-long drive to the game stretched ahead of us.

Fifteen minutes in, it started.

A slow, creeping stench.Like sewage pipes had ruptured under the highway.

I flared my nostrils — *Was that outside?*No.It was inside.And it was getting stronger.

My nose wrinkled. My throat tightened.This wasn’t just a fart. This was a declaration of war.

“EWWW! DID YOU FART?” one of the triplets shrieked from the back.

Tiny didn’t even turn around.“Yeah, I did,” she said, chewing. “Now shut the fuck up.”Silence.Then — another one.*Pfffttttt…*Low. Wet. Unapologetic.Like a tire deflating in a swamp.

I could feel the heat of it through the seat.My eyes watered.The sister beside me covered her nose.Tyler laughed like it was normal.But me?I was turned on.\*Deeply.Because I knew what those eggs had done.And I knew this was only the beginning.One hour in a sealed car.With a woman who ate like a linebacker and gassed like a dragon.And me — the only one who saw it coming.The only one who wanted it but not originally from her.