I was 18, a young college student, and I thought I was in love. My boyfriend, let’s call him Chad, was the stereotypical jock – muscular, confident, and unfortunately, not very bright. We had been dating for a few months, and things were going well, but there was one issue: he wanted to try anal sex, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.

I had never done anal before, and the idea of it intimidated me. I turned Chad down a few times, but I could see the disappointment in his eyes each time. I didn’t want to be a prude, so I decided to give it a chance. I bought a small dildo from the sex shop on campus and started practicing at home.

The first few times were painful and uncomfortable. My ass was so tight, and the dildo felt foreign and unwelcome. But I persevered, determined to please my boyfriend. After a few nights of practice, I started to feel a strange sensation – it was almost pleasurable.

One night, I decided to surprise Chad. I inserted a button plug into my ass and headed over to his dorm room. When I arrived, I bent over, giving him a clear view of the butt plug protruding from my ass. I expected him to be excited, to worship my body and thank me for being so adventurous. Instead, he just laughed.

“Holy shit, Princess! You’re really trying to be a little anal slut, aren’t you?” he said, slapping my ass hard.

I felt a mix of excitement and embarrassment. I had hoped for a more romantic reaction, but I was determined to see this through. Chad started to worship my ass, kissing and licking around the plug. His tongue felt amazing, and I found myself getting wetter by the second.

But then, as he tried to remove the plug, I realized that I had forgotten to add lube. The plug was stuck, and as Chad pulled harder, I felt a sudden rush of pain. I grunted and groaned, trying to help push it out, but it was no use.

Finally, with a loud pop, the plug came free. But in the process, I accidentally farted. The sound echoed through the room, and Chad burst out laughing.

“Oh my God, Princess! You’re a fucking pig!” he said, spanking my ass hard. “Disgusting!”

I felt my face burn with humiliation. I had tried so hard to please him, and this was the reaction I got? I started to cry, feeling utterly humiliated.

Chad put his clothes back on, acting as if nothing had happened. “I think you should go, Promsie. I’ll call you later,” he said, opening the door for me.

I walked out of his dorm room, tears streaming down my face. I felt like a fool for thinking that this would be a romantic gesture.

When I got back to my dorm room, I collapsed on my bed and cried myself to sleep. I felt like a failure, like I had disappointed Chad.

The next day, things got even worse. As I walked to my first class, I could hear the whispers and the snickers. People were calling me a fart slut, dirty girl, and worse. I tried to ignore them, but the humiliation was overwhelming.

I skipped my classes and stayed in my room all day, crying and feeling sorry for myself. I couldn’t believe that my attempt at being adventurous had backfired so badly.

As the day went on, I started to feel angry. I was angry at Chad for laughing at me, for making me feel like a fool. I was angry at his friends for spreading rumors about me. But most of all, I was angry at myself for letting it get to me. I learned that some people aren’t worth my time and embarrassing moments happen to everyone. It’s the people that accept me for me, that I should keep around.