Demetra was my close friend who had a secret passion for scat. As someone who shared this interest, I decided to propose an idea that could give us both pleasure and excitement. One sunny afternoon, over coffee and chatter, I suggested we make a selfie scat film. Demetra's face flushed red upon hearing the request, yet there was an undeniable glimmer of intrigue in her eyes.
"I never thought you'd suggest something like that!" she exclaimed, her voice quivering with emotion.
I reassured her that it would be just for fun and not for any explicit purpose. Her eyes darted around nervously before she finally nodded in agreement. The anticipation built up throughout the week, and I couldn't help but fantasize about what our scat film would entail. However, my hopes were shattered when Demetra called me up the night before we were supposed to shoot the video.
"I'm really sorry, Val," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't do it."
I was taken aback by her sudden change of heart. "But why not? We talked about this all week!"
"My parents are here… they're staying for the whole weekend," she explained sheepishly.
My heart sank upon hearing those words. It seemed like our beautiful dream of creating a scat film together would have to wait. Or so I thought.
A few weeks later, much to my surprise, I received a package in the mail. The return address read "Demetra." My heart began to race as I tore open the envelope, hoping against hope that it was what I thought it was.
Inside were two DVDs and a handwritten note from Demetra. The note read:
"Val, I couldn't resist. I made a scat video last weekend, when my parents were asleep. I hope this pleases you. Love, Demi"
Trembling with excitement, I popped the first DVD into my laptop and pressed play. And what I saw next left me absolutely flabbergasted. It was Demetra, standing in front of her family toilet, talking softly into the camera as she prepared for her big surprise. She flushed, revealing the fruits of her labor – a stunningly vivid, steaming pile of shit.
Demetra then proceeded to demonstrate various techniques for properly cleaning oneself after such a delicious dump. She used toilet paper, soap, and even her bare hands, getting up close and personal with every inch of her now-glistening backside. Her moans of satisfaction were audible even through the video quality was low.
As the video progressed, I found myself becoming increasingly aroused by the intimate nature of it all. Demetra was clearly enjoying herself, reveling in the taboo nature of her fetish. The scent of excrement wafted through the air as I watched, my cock twitching in anticipation.
When it was finally over, I rewound the DVD and watched it again, this time with a renewed sense of appreciation for my friend's courage and vulnerability. I knew that what we shared was special, and this video only served to strengthen that bond between us.
As I emailed Demetra to thank her for the unexpected gift, I couldn't help but wonder what other surprises she might have in store for us in the future. And while our shared love for scat would always remain something we kept secret from the world, I knew that deep down, nothing could come between us and our dirty little fetish.
