" He turned and went into his bathroom andclosed the door. I grabbed the three briefs. One was a dark teal color,one was royal blue, and one was re...d. I brought all three to my face andsmothered myself. His body scent was absolutely intoxicating. It was anaphrodisiac. I took deep breaths, moving the fabric all over my nose andface. Did I detect a hint of semen odor? Oh my heart pounded as I let mynose enjoy the feast. I quickly tucked the teal green one into my jeanspocket. I'd. Tip: lighter fluid works well and doesn't smell as bad as petrol. 99.5. Pyrocoprophilia:- The desire to take a shit on your partner and set the shit on fire. 99. Cropohilia:- Liking for rumpy pumpy in a field of corn. 98. Frodorism:- Lusting after a small person's ring. 97. Dwarfism:- Dressing up in silly pointed hats and wanking over a sleeping person of the female type gender. 96. Autoerotisism:- Cars, lots and lots of cars... 95. Boothmania:- Trying to have sex in or somehow with a. I couldn't stomach it at that moment.When I arrived home, I gave her no satisfaction that being served had upset me. I didn't say a word to her. I went downstairs to shower in the little cabinet in the washroom and then changed into my usual shorts, t-shirt and sandals. Reese and I hadn't worked out just how we were going to operate as separate entities in the house. I had an old microwave and a bar fridge, along with a sink and counter that would be my kitchenette. The upright freezer for the. "Well anyway, Mom and Dad are going to be home soon, so you better get your tramp girlfriend out of here before they hear you having sex." She said everything loudly.With that, she walked away looking back at me. I just shook my head in disbelief and went back to Sandy. She was already putting her shoes back on as if she was ready to leave."Where you going?" I asked anxiously."Tyler I got to get going and I believe your little sister doesn't like me. I heard her call me a tramp." Ah don't.