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Scents and the City of Embarrassment

The scent of lavender and vanilla hung in the air, a sweet scent to my nostrils. I had entered "Essenze & Delizie" with the intention of buying a scented candle for the bedroom, but now the only aroma I could perceive was the much more pungent one coming from my intestines.

I had this problem, you see. An embarrassing disorder, which made my social life a minefield. My flatulence was not discreet, oh no. It was loud, brazen, capable of silencing a crowded room. And the smell... well, it was better not to describe it.

I tried to control myself, of course. Strict diet, miraculous herbal teas, breathing exercises worthy of a Tibetan monk. But sometimes, my body decided to do its own thing, emitting sounds that would make a trucker blush.

Like in that moment, precisely. I was standing in front of the candle rack, torn between "Sea Breeze" and "Cherry Blossom," when I heard the sinister rumble. A shiver of terror ran down my spine. No, not here, not now.

But it was too late. A deep rumble, followed by a foul odor, broke the silence of the store. The clerk, a girl with pink hair and a nose ring, whirled around, her nostrils flaring.

With my tail between my legs, I grabbed the first candle I could find and headed for the register. I paid quickly, avoiding the clerk's gaze, and walked out of the store at a brisk pace.

As I walked down the street, my face still burning, I couldn't help but smile. What a ridiculous situation! But then again, what was wrong with it? Everyone farts, right? It's a natural function of the body, even if society insists on considering it a taboo.

I decided that from that point on I would try to be more philosophical about it. If I had to pass embarrassing gas, at least I should do it with my head held high. After all, life is too short to worry about farting in public.

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Intimate Cartography

My name is Nicoletta and I have a rather particular passion: I love observing my body through the eye of a micro camera. Don't get me wrong, it's not about voyeurism or exhibitionism. It's something more intimate, an exploration of my physical self that goes beyond the image reflected in the mirror.

It all started with a small technological gadget, a micro camera the size of a lentil, bought almost for fun. Initially I used it to capture details of nature, insects, flowers, textures that the naked eye couldn't capture. Then, one day, almost by accident, I pointed it at myself.

The effect was surprising. My skin, seen so close up, transformed into a lunar landscape, with pores, wrinkles and imperfections that became craters, valleys and mountains. My eyes, usually hazel, appeared like very deep amber pools. Even my hair, apparently smooth and uniform, revealed itself to be an intricate tangle of thin and shiny fibers.

Since then, the microcamera has become my companion in explorations. I use it to observe the details of my face, the nuances of my skin, the way my muscles contract beneath the surface. I like to linger on my hands, with their delicate veins and tapered fingers, or on my feet, with their sinuous curves and small imperfections.

I love using my microcamera in the bathroom while I shit or piss.

I love seeing how my little asshole opens up and lets out a big long turd.

Through the microcamera, I discover a body I didn't know, a universe of hidden details that fascinate and intrigue me. It's not an aesthetic quest, an evaluation of my physical appearance. It's rather a journey to discover my materiality, my most intimate and profound physicality.

Sometimes, I connect the microcamera to the computer and project the images on a large screen. I like to lose myself in those miniature landscapes, exploring every nook and cranny of my body as if it were an unknown territory. It is an experience that relaxes me, helps me become aware of myself, to feel in harmony with my corporeality.

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Sun and Serenity with a Little Help

The sun was beating down on the lawn, but I was contentedly sitting on my deck chair, enjoying the warmth on my skin. Unlike all the other women around me, I wasn't wearing a skimpy bikini, under a large adult diaper.

It might seem strange, I know. But for me it was the perfect solution to enjoy a day without the stress and anxiety that had always accompanied me. You see, I suffer from urinary incontinence, a condition that for years prevented me from doing many things, including, precisely, relaxing in the sun.

The fear of a sudden "escape", the shame, the feeling of always being torn between the need to go to the bathroom and the difficulty of finding a clean and accessible one... all this had transformed my relaxing days into a nightmare.

Then, I discovered adult diapers. At first I was hesitant, full of prejudices. It seemed like something for old people, a defeat. But then I realized that the real defeat was giving up on living because of a physical problem.

So, I decided to try them. And I discovered a freedom I never imagined. No more running to the bathroom, no more anxiety, no more fear of being judged. I could finally relax and enjoy the sun like everyone else.

Sure, at first I felt a little awkward. The diaper was bulky, you could see it under my swimsuit. But then I realized that it didn't matter. People were looking at me? Maybe. But who cares? I was fine, I was calm, and that was all that mattered.

Now, as I basked in the sun, I felt only a deep gratitude for this invention that had changed my life. I could finally be a free woman, without shame and without fear. And that, believe me, is priceless.

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A Body Camera Diary

Nicoletta was a freelance videographer with a passion for documenting everyday life. He loved capturing spontaneous moments, the little nuances of life that often go unnoticed. For this reason, he began using micro cameras on his body, tiny and discreet devices that allowed him to record his day from a unique and immersive perspective.

In the morning, while he was making a coffee, the micro camera on his chest captured the steam rising from the cup, the reflection of the light on the kitchen tiles, the rapid movements of his hands. During the work day, the micro camera on his shoulder recorded interactions with clients, creative discussions, the frenetic energy of the set.

Nicoletta did not use micro cameras to spy or invade other people's privacy. Her footage was a personal visual diary, a way to observe the world from a different perspective and capture details that would otherwise have escaped him.

In this video, she uses one of her favorite micro cameras for a very dirty anal exploration. Do you see those little pieces of shit while her beautiful asshole opens wide?

In the evening, while watching the videos, Nicoletta was surprised by how much her perception of time had altered. Moments that had seemed endless were reduced to a few seconds of video, while fleeting moments expanded, revealing an unexpected wealth of details. The microcameras had become an extension of her body, a new sense that allowed her to explore reality in a deeper and more authentic way. Through their lenses, Nicoletta not only recorded her life, but she rediscovered it, relived it with a new intensity.

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A Refreshing Break in the Park

I was walking along the road and the sun was shining high in the sky while the fresh morning air was invigorating me. As I walked I was observing the details around me, the leaves that were moving slightly in the wind and the flowers that were blooming in the private gardens. Suddenly I felt an urgent urge coming from my belly. I really was going to pee and I knew that I had to find a bathroom as soon as possible.

I looked around and noticed a public garden a little further ahead. I increased my pace feeling the need growing more and more. When I finally entered the garden the scent of the flowers and the chirping of the birds welcomed me. I was struck by the serenity of the place but I couldn't waste time. I had to find a secluded corner where I could stop.

I walked quickly between the trees and looked for a quiet place. At one point I stopped and looked around to make sure there was no one in sight. I found a corner hidden between two bushes and finally I felt safe.

I sighed in relief as I finally let go of the pee. It was truly a moment of great liberation. I felt light and free as the urge that had nagged me the entire way dissolved. After I had everything in place I took a moment to enjoy the peace of the garden.

I looked up at the blue sky above me listening to the sweet sounds of nature. A smile spread across my face as I thought about how sometimes the simplest moments can bring so much gratitude. Once I felt ready I continued on my way happy and relieved ready to face the rest of the day.

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My favorite italian teacher

Nicole was a charming and charismatic Italian teacher. Every afternoon, her bedroom would transform into a special classroom. The walls were adorned with posters of great Italian writers and works of art, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere.

After a warm greeting, we would sit on the soft carpet, surrounded by colorful pillows. Nicoletta would begin to explain the history of literature, her melodious voice dancing through the words. Her eyes would sparkle when she spoke about Dante and Petrarca, and her enthusiasm was contagious.

The lessons were never boring; each topic was enriched with anecdotes and personal stories, which made the notions more vivid and memorable. Sometimes, to make things more playful, she would propose word games or poetry readings, inviting me to recite out loud, while the sun filtered through the curtains, creating a play of light and shadow.

At the end of each meeting, we sat together to reflect on the topics covered, and Nicoletta encouraged me to express my opinions, making each lesson an open dialogue. With her, learning Italian was not just studying a language, but immersing yourself in a world rich in culture and beauty. Then how sensual she was. In the middle of the lesson we always took a break and she would completely undress playing with her vibrators. She was a truly special teacher. At the end she would spread her big hairy ass wide open to let me see her gigantic turds fall to the floor. So beautiful, so brown. My favorite teacher.