I was spending the weekend at one of my boyfriends' houses when I began to feel that unmistakable urge to poop. However, I wasn't in any hurry to use the toilet; instead, I was determined to find an exciting place to leave my mark. My gaze fell on the freshly cleaned kitchen counter - it would make the perfect stage for my masterpiece.
Despite his protests, I positioned myself on my tippy-toes and strained with all my might, groaning as the familiar tightness in my bowels began to ease. Unfortunately, my aim wasn't quite accurate, and the dry, hard lump of feces remained just out of reach. Unwilling to give up so easily, I grabbed a stool from the nearby kitchenette and stood on it, stretching my kitty legs as far as they would go. This time, my efforts paid off, and slowly but surely, the stubborn clump began its descent onto the immaculate countertop.
The feeling of relief was overwhelming, and I couldn't resist giving my prize a good whiff. The potent scent filled my nostrils, eliciting a mix of pride and arousal that coursed through my body. I turned around, showcasing my dirty, unwiped ass for my boyfriend's approval. "Isn't it just the best?" I purred, grinning widely as I took in his astonished expression.
"Kitty, that's disgusting!" he exclaimed, but there was a tone of admiration in his voice that I couldn't help but savor. I knew that once the initial shock wore off, he would find my dirty little habit incredibly arousing.
With my work of art now complete, I contemplated my next move. The kitchen was beginning to reek of my fragrant creation, so it was time to find a new location to show off my skills. My stomach rumbled again, reminding me that I still had more to unload. But where? The possibilities were endless, and the thought excited me.
Leaning against the counter, I watched as my boyfriend's expression oscillated between horror and fascination. He couldn't tear his gaze away from my majestic, stinky creation, and for a moment, I relished the power I held over him. Then, without warning, the urge to defecate again overwhelmed me.
"Where shall I shit next?" I asked, arching a brow in his direction. The choices were endless, but I knew that the surprise element was what made it so exciting for both of us. For a moment, he looked stricken, unsure of how to answer. Then, visibly steeling himself, he nodded solemnly, his lips curling into a nervous smile that betrayed his excitement.
