As I sat on the toilet, my mind drifted to the day's events. It had been a long and stressful day at work, and all I could think about was getting some rest. However, as I lowered my pants and began to unfasten my underwear, another thought crossed my mind: I was feeling rather hungry.
I knew it was a strange craving, but there was something about the thought of eating my own shit that turned me on. Maybe it was the taboo nature of the act or the sheer naughtiness of it all. Whatever the reason, I couldn't resist the urge anymore.
I pushed my stomach out and let out a long, slow sigh. My asshole felt warm and pulsating, begging to be filled with something... anything. Without further hesitation, I placed my hand firmly against my backdoor and began to rub circles against the tight muscle.
As I felt the familiar wetness seeping through my fingers, a sense of euphoria washed over me. I parted my cheeks, revealing the glistening pearl of pleasure waiting to be claimed. Slowly, I inserted a single finger deep inside my asshole, moaning in delight as the tightness squeezed my finger mercilessly.
With my index finger now covered in hot, sticky lubrication, I plunged it back into my waiting mouth, slowly at first then faster as the taste of my own flesh blossomed on my tongue. It was an unforgettable taste, salty yet sweet, and I couldn't help but to moan in ecstasy as I savored the forbidden fruit of my mouth.
I fingered my asshole harder, forcing myself to take even more of my own deliciousness, grunting and groaning through each powerful thrust. The warm wetness spread across my fingers and up my arm, leaving a sticky trail of pleasure behind.
Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. I plunged my entire fist deep into my hungry, waiting asshole, moaning loudly as I began to fist myself with unrestrained fervor. Each powerful thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I knew I couldn't last much longer.
Just as I felt the first stirrings of impending orgasm, I removed my fist and aimed straight for my target: the toilet bowl. I opened my mouth wide, aimed my coated tongue, and projected a long, messy strand of my own shit straight into my mouth.
It was the most exhilarating moment of my life. The taste of my own shit combined with the tickling sensation of it sliding down my throat sent me soaring to new heights of pleasure. I wiped my mouth clean, leaving behind only the memory of the delicious taste, and stood up feeling rejuvenated and satisfied in a way that only self-sufficiency could provide.
I flushed the toilet, watching as the steam rose up from the water and obscured my vision. As the last remnants of my forbidden feast disappeared down the drain, I knew I would always remember this moment: the moment I gave into my deepest desires and fed myself from the toilet.
