So me and my love were uhm making a little whoopee earlier this fine Sunday, and he just let one rip.... my reaction was nothing but a little laugh and kept going. Next thing we are in a different position and I’m not going to lie: I’VE BEEN TERRIFIED OF PASSING GAS WHILE HAVING SEX(takes a deep breath) since a boy I went to school with said it happened with his girl and it just turned him off. 🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️ I digress, anyway I farted! During sex! Booty up! I started to say sorry and get embarrassed, but I stopped and realized that while moving to the next position, my man is still into me, and while he admitted I was a wee bit smelly kept his erection and proceeded to make lovin. 💕🤗🥰 This man is my person and I’m so damn grateful and thankful for him. God is good. I was blessed to have met an amazing man that is my best friend to the absolute core. Seems silly to thank God over flatulence and sex, but he is my husband so I find nothing wrong for anything we do inside our bed, therefore it is a great release having that connection with God and my husband. 👊🏼🙏🏻🙏🏻