Watching me step into our bathroom, you could see the anticipation on my face as I slowly closed the door behind me. I kicked off my heels and let out a sigh of relief, finally able to relieve myself after holding it in all day at work.
I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor, followed by my skirt. I was left standing there in nothing but my panties and a smile on my face. I knew I had a curvy and shapely ass that would look incredible for you.
With one leg propped up on the porcelain toilet, I leaned forward, giving you a perfect view of my asshole. I watched as it opened and closed with each tiny push of air, waiting for my turd to finally pop out.
The feeling of release was incredible. I let out a soft moan as my thick turd slid out of my body, landing with a satisfying splat in the toilet bowl below. I couldn't help but look down in fascination, admiring the size and shape of my little treasure.
Wiping my hands on the back of my panties, I reached down between my legs to pick it up, giggling as I slipped it back into the bowl. My fingers touched the soft, warm mess that was left behind, and for a moment, I couldn't resist the urge.
Before I knew it, I was lowering my lips to the cool porcelain, my tongue darting out to taste the mix of my juices and shit. It was an intoxicating flavor, like nothing else I've ever tasted. I couldn't get enough.
As I sucked on my own turd, I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to share that experience with someone else. To know that someone is watching me, enjoying the sight and taste of my own filth. It made my heart race with excitement.
I picked up another turd, this one smaller but just as delicious. I sucked on it, feeling the coolness against my tongue, the rough texture against my palate. It was a strange sensation, but one that I found myself growing addicted to.
As if in response to my thoughts, the turd in my mouth suddenly fell apart, bursting into tiny little pieces that dribbled down my chin. I had to stifle a laugh as I picked up the pieces and tried to taste them again, relishing in the salty, earthy flavor.
For a moment, I imagined you there with me, your hands on my hips, your lips close to my ear. You watch as I devour my own filth, moaning and groaning with pleasure. The thought alone was enough to send a shiver down my spine.
With a deep breath, I pushed those thoughts away, knowing that I couldn't share this part of myself with anyone else. At least, not yet. But one day, I hoped that I would find someone who could appreciate me for who I truly am – a lover of scat and all things filthy.
