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Cursed (Abandoned)
Author: Closet Fetishist

Written: February 2009

"Hey hun, you all packed up?"

"Yeah, just got finished. I don't know about this Daniel; I can't help but feel a little nervous about this whole thing. I mean, this has been my home since birth, I don't know if I'm ready to leave Montana."

"I know it's hard sweetie but my work has taken me here and I can't do a long distance relationship; I need someone here with me."

"I understand."

"You'll get settled in quickly, I promise."


"What time is your flight?"


"Great, you should be in time for dinner. We'll go somewhere real fancy."

"That sounds wonderful."

"I love you darling."

"I love you too, see you soon."

"Okay, bye bye."

Sarah hung up the phone sat for a minute. She was really going to do this, pick up and move to the complete other side of the country. She didn't have time to think too long, she would have to leave soon for her flight.


Sarah arrived in New York at 5:00 p.m. Her boyfriend, Daniel, was waiting in the terminal to pick her up. They embraced passionately; they had not seen each other in two months. Daniel took Sarah to a posh French bistro for dinner, they returned home late in the evening.

"Are you sure it's alright if I leave my stuff in the car tonight?"

"Yeah, this is a very safe neighborhood. New York isn't at all like what Law and Order would lead you to believe."

Sarah laughed.

"You okay with our your bed stuff?"

"Yeah, it's not big deal, I'll just use your toothbrush," she said smiling, poking her head out from the bathroom.

"You can if you want."

"Thank you but I'd rather stick my head in the toilet."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. Any ways, I'll be fine without brushing one night."

Sarah came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but her panties. Daniel looked at her, enticed.

"I wish I had my nightgown though."

"I don't think you need it tonight," Daniel said with a smile.

Sarah knew what he meant immediately and crawled into bed next to him.

"Are you suggesting...?"


"Good, because I was thinking the same thing."

The two kissed passionately, feeling each other again for the first time in months. Her silky hair. His toned body. Her perfect breasts. His toned arms. Her long, slender legs. His soft skin. Her tight ass. Together, they explored each other; remembering what they had each missed for so long.


Despite all of Sarah's fears, she acclimated to New York life very quickly. Within a month she had some idea of her way around the neighborhood and had gotten herself a decently paying job as a clerk for a prestigious law firm.

As she walked down the stairs of her building on her way to work, she noticed one of the other apartments had its door completely open. Her small town sensibilities told her to go in and to make sure everything was alright; so she did.

"Hello?" She called out.

"Who's there?!" A harsh yet frail female voice yelled out.

A very old looking woman popped out from another room.

"What are you doing here?!" She yelled.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I just...I saw the door open and I wanted to make sure everything was okay."

"Why wouldn't everything be okay? Because I'm old you think I'm unable to take care of myself?"

"Not at all, I just, I was concerned, I'll be leaving now, I'm sorry for disturbing you."

Sarah began to make her way back to the door but it slammed shut before she could leave. She tried the knob but it was stuck, she couldn't get out.

"I think your door is stuck," Sarah said with just a little bit of fear.

The old woman did not respond, she just began spouting some gibberish towards Sarah.

Sarah looked at her oddly as the old woman came close and closer, continuing her incantation.

Finally, the old woman gestured like she was pushing onto Sarah. Sarah had had enough at that point so she tried the knob again and finally it opened. Sarah left the apartment and slammed the door behind her. After she took a moment to recompose herself she looked at her watch. She was going to be late for work.


As Sarah stood on the subway, she started feeling very gassy; a feeling she did not get normally as she was very careful about her diet. The subway was full of people, there was no room anywhere. She wanted to sit down to maybe help keep the gas in but no seats were available. She strained to hold in her gas but it was no use.


A loud, low fart rushed out of Sarah's ass. Everyone heard it, everyone knew it was her but no one said anything...that is until, the smell hit. Sarah caught a whiff of it herself and it was simply unbearable. She had to hold her nose but the people around her were gagging and at the next stop they banged on the doors to open as quickly as possible. When they did, they all rushed out. Even if it wasn't their stop, they didn't care; they just had to be away from Sarah and her putrid gas.

The subway car was entirely clear where Sarah was and no one got on except for one man. The air had begun to clear by this point.

"God, these subway cars smell worse and worse."

Sarah just smiled at the man's general statement and then looked down at her lap.

Despite all the empty seats, the man decided to sit right next to Sarah. She didn't think too much of it.


"Hello," Sarah said.

"My name is Victor."


"That's a beautiful name."

"Thank you."

"Yes, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

Sarah just remained quiet, as she felt gas building up in her again but the seat helped her maintain her composure.

The man tried to put his hand on her leg in an attempt to discretely raise up her skirt. Sarah, with no words, just pushed his hand away. Victor was incensed by this and quickly grabbed her breast as if he was owed something.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

"Just copping a feel," Victor said with a smile.

Sarah was truly taken aback by Victor's rudeness and total lack of any human decency. She wanted to teach him a lesson in respect and suddenly it came to her. Maybe her problem, in this case, could be an asset.

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