It was the day before Christmas, and I couldn't sleep. The excitement was building inside me like never before. I rolled over in bed, feeling my wet panties against my skin. They were already sticking to my thighs, a constant reminder of what I'd done earlier that day.
As I lay there in the darkness, my mind wandered back to that morning when it all began. I'd crossed paths with my neighbor on the way to the mailbox. He was always so polite and friendly, sometimes even flirtatious. This time, he seemed particularly interested in me. His eyes lingered on my behind as I walked away, and I couldn't help but smile to myself.
Later that day, as I was getting ready for bed, I started to think about him seeing me in my most intimate state. The thought of him finding out about my secret fetish was both thrilling and terrifying. But before I knew it, I was unbuttoning my jeans and slipping off my panties. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the rush of pleasure that always came with a good panty poop.
It didn't take long before my insides were burning with desire. The ache in my ass and lower stomach was almost unbearable. I knew what I had to do. I lifted up my skirt, revealing my bare bottom to the cool air. Clenching my teeth, I forced my ass to relax, allowing the warm, wet mess to flow out of me.
It felt amazing. The cool air against my heated skin, the warmth spreading through my intestines. I moaned softly, unable to control the pleasure coursing through my body. My panties were soon covered in a thick layer of shit, not that it mattered. This was my personal glory, and no one else would see them but me.
Satisfied, I tucked myself back into bed, trying not to think about what tomorrow might bring. However, as sleep started to claim me once more, I couldn't help but imagine sharing this intimate part of myself with my neighbor. The thought sent shivers down my spine, and for the first time in years, I felt truly alive.
