Ah yes, my darling husband, it seems we need to have a little chat. I know what you've been up to; I saw your browser history. You've been secretly indulging in a rather... unique fetish, haven't you? I can't help but feel a bit surprised and confused. Why didn't you tell me about your desire to taste fresh, unfiltered human waste? It's alright, we can work through this together.
As punishment for keeping such a dark secret from me, I think it's only fair that I provide you with the next best thing - a taste of my own excretions. Don't worry, dear, I'll make it delicious just for you. As I prepare your lunchbox in front of you (as I do every morning before you leave for work), I'll make sure to save the best part for last.
Of course, I couldn't just let you have all of my wonderful fertilizer to yourself; that would be selfish. So, instead, I'll let you enjoy a feast! Each day, as I lovingly prepare your meal at home, I'll also be preparing a small nugget of my delightful waste, just for you. Just imagine the excitement you'll feel when you open up your lunchbox each day, knowing that there's something special waiting inside.
I know this might seem extreme to you, but trust me when I say that it excites me too. There's nothing quite like the feeling of knowing that my husband is getting off on something I created. It's exhilarating and empowering at the same time. So from now on, every time you crave a taste of human feces, you'll know where to find it. It might not be coming directly from my divine ass, but it'll be just as delicious and satisfying as if it were.
So tell me, are you ready to join me on this taboo culinary adventure? Because I have a feeling that once you've tasted my shit, there's no going back.
