Filthy Pleasure

One night, not too long ago, I was in an especially prurient mood: so I decided to retire to my bedroom to masturbate. Once I entered the room and shut the door, I stripped; strolled over to the bed, and laid naked upon my quilt.

After pleasuring myself for a few moments, I suddenly began to feel the strong urge to defecate. The urge came at a most inconvenient time, because I was so hot with sexual delight during masturbation that I didn’t want to stop, and run to the toilet.

I thought about my dilemma for a moment, and then began to see it as an opportunity to do something truly different, which was making me more and more aroused at the thought. As I lay there, pondering, I made the decision to do the thing I was beginning to crave, so pulled my knees in; flatulated loudly, and then started pushing out the warm, soft excrement upon my quilt as I moaned with delight.

After the first mound had accumulated, pressing warm and wet against my bottom, I farted again and released a second round of excrement into the first; my bowels were so full that night that when I had expelled it all with one last, lengthy fart, it felt like my bottom was pressing against a cow patty.

I laid there, for a moment, taking in the sensation, and the pungent scent, and knowing that I had just ruined my quilt. I was, however, much too aroused to care, so I lowered my legs, feeling the warm, wet mound spreading beneath my bottom and thighs, and then I sat up, rubbing my bottom into the excrement to smear it all over my buttocks.

After this, I stood up, turned around, and gazed at the mess I had made; feeling more and more delighted at every second, I reached into the squished mound with my hands, pulled out some large portions, reached behind me, and spread it into my crack, then outwardly until my hands, my crack, and my cheeks, were caked with it.

Then, I reached into the mound again and took out another large portion, after which I spread it into my genitalia until my pubic hair was matted with it; then I took more, spread it onto my belly, and then my breasts and nipples. When this was done, I took another large portion and caked my toes with it, then I took more and spread it upon my lips, and then into my mouth.

The taste of it was awful, but I was so hot with passion that it just served to heighten the experience, rather than abate it.

After this, I laid, face down, into the mound, and rubbed myself in it; scooping it up on my tongue, and moaning with tremendous pleasure.

Then, I had the thought that I should go and observe myself in my full length mirror; I was a complete mess! I knew that I had a long shower ahead of me; I had released so much poop that night that I was covered in it from head to toe; my house was filled with the stench of the antics as I pushed my soiled, sticky fingers deeply into my soiled, stinky bottom, while pinching and pulling my caked, stiffened teats, and licking at my brown-caked lips.

I returned to my bed and lay upon the mound again to finish masturbating, where I, then, wetted myself with quite the remarkable orgasm!

Because my bowels were so full that night, and I was unwilling to stop masturbating to go to the toilet, I now have a poop-fetish. I had, quite literally, made passionate love with my own poo that night, which is certainly a gross thing to do; but being the nymphomaniac that I am, I found it stunningly delightful!

For awhile, I laid there, atop the mound I had made, before retiring to the shower to clean myself.

Large chunks of it fell off my bottom onto the shower floor, and I had a hard time getting it out of my pubic hair, and washing the taste of it out of my mouth. By the time the shower was complete, there were mounds of poop all over the shower floor that I had to clean up and flush down the toilet.

It took quite some doing to get the odor I had left in the house under control, and I’ve had other messy nights, like that one, since.

My lady friend gets a kick from seeing me in full nymph mode; she has actually violated me, at times, when she comes over and catches me naked, which is, always, utterly delightful! Since we’re both eccentric friends, I may pee and poo for her one day while she tortures my teats and genitalia with those spider-like fingers of hers.

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by Anonymous on Jun 28, 2020 at 10:46 AM

You were brave to be so honest. Don’t worry about the dimwits who reported you for writing what you were allowed to write in this particular portion of the site; keep your confidence, and don’t let people like them make you feel bad for showing vulnerability.

You go girl!

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