As I relaxed in the warm, bubbly waters of my family's extravagant tub, my mind drifted to my next taboo indulgence. I had been holding back for far too long, but the holidays were a time to let go and embrace new experiences - even if they were as taboo as this.
I positioned myself on my knees, tucking my legs under me to display my beautiful rounded ass cheeks and pink, dripping slit. I took a deep breath, feeling the anticipation rise within me, and gently pressed out a small amount of warm, creamy poo from my tight anus.
My fingers worked quickly, coating every inch of my smooth, round belly and plump breasts with the sticky brown mass. It was strangely arousing, feeling the thick stuff between my fingers as I slid them sensually across my skin. My clit throbbed with desire as I rubbed the mess into my clean-shaven mound, my hips thrusting rhythmically against the cool tile beneath me.
I moaned softly, lost in the sensation, as my fingers slipped deeper into my sopping wet pussy. It was time to give myself the orgasm I so desperately craved. As I bucked wildly against the slick surface, my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, washing over me in intense waves of pleasure.
Satisfied and spent, I collapsed back onto the ground, my legs splayed open in invitation. I was covered in a thick layer of my own filth - piled high on my body, smeared across my face and running down my neck. It was the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced, and I knew I had to have more.
Slowly, I began to push another, even bigger log of shit from my tight rectum. It oozed out, a thick ribbon of creamy brown, coating my thighs and belly as it slithered down my body. I moaned in bliss, savoring the feel of their warmth against my skin.
With a final, trembling push, the mass finally slid free. I reached out to touch it, my fingers slowly tracing the soft contours before delving deep into the cool, sticky mass. My movements were slow and sensual, almost hypnotic as I luxuriated in the feel of my own filth against my skin.
Finally, sated and covered in a layer of thick, perfumed manure from neck to toe, I allowed myself to surrender to the intoxicating scent and sensation. My fingers traced the outline of my lips, coated in a thin layer of their own sickly sweet juices. I breathed in deeply, tasting the rich, earthy flavor on my tongue.
As I drifted off to sleep, lulled by the warmth of the bath and the lingering taste of my own depravity, I knew that I had found something truly incredible. Something that would stay with me long after the holidays were over.
