As the early morning sun crept over the horizon, filling my room with dim light from behind the curtains, Rosie farted.
We had been laying together for hours. I was half asleep and unwilling to let go of her after mating several times over the course of the previous night. My eyes flew open when I heard the series of pops that seemed to go on for at least half a minute.
I lay very still, not wanting to wake her if she was still asleep. She wasn't. Her shoulders began to shake in silent laughter, and she slid away from me, presumably to not bother me as she burrowed her head in her pillow to suppress her giggling.
I leaned closer to her. "I'm awake," I whispered.
She squealed and jumped out of bed, grabbing the comforter to cover her naked form. I sat up and grinned at her as her face f
