"woe be unto he for whom wind must be kept thrice."*

I'd forgotten about it too but here was a time when I wrote incredible erotic fiction with fart highlights:

Thinking of that passage, along with picturing the lovely young lady who would later portray the sensuous sodomite ("sodomite, sodomite, first wrinkled star I see tonight...") in the movie based on the book, I enflared as highly aroused, and pleasured myself to the strains of imagining myself indulging in a cherished young woman's "marble peach", perhaps with her mother (or aunt, let's keep it on Planet Earth) alighting upon our feverish ministrations and offering her own well-seasoned, and yet ambitious assistance....READ MORE

* can be sung to the tune of Hank Williams' Long Gone Lonesome Blues