As they sat down at the fancy restaurant, Ginger couldn't help but feel out of place. She was used to eating at the dingy dorm cafeteria, not places where the waiters referred to her as "miss." Her date, a senior who had scored a table at the most desirable spot on campus, looked proud as he showed her the infamous menu. Ginger tried not to stare at the prices but found it hard to tear her eyes away. This was all so foreign to her; surely a meal this expensive couldn't taste any better than the cheap burgers she was used to.
Despite her reservations, she ordered the most expensive dish on the menu, wanting to impress her date. They made small talk throughout the meal, and Ginger tried her best to act like one of those "pretty college girls" she had seen in movies - you know, the kind who knew how to hold their silverware correctly and didn't spill their drinks. Inside though, she felt like a fraud. She couldn't help but wonder if he would still be interested in her if he knew about the dirty little secret she carried around with her everywhere she went.
That secret? Ginger was addicted to eating her own shit. She had been doing it for as long as she could remember, but it wasn't until she started college that she finally felt comfortable enough to explore this side of herself. Now, it had become an integral part of who she was. The shy college girl with the insatiable appetite for her own filth.
Suddenly, the waiter arrived at their table with dessert menus. Ginger felt her heart race; this was it. She glanced over at her date, who seemed unaware of the terror coursing through her veins. He was too busy admiring the woman walking past their table. Ginger used the opportunity to discreetly unbutton her pants and slip her finger into her asshole. As she began to fuck herself with her finger, she felt her g-spot pulse in anticipation of what was to come.
When the waiter finally stepped away from their table, Ginger took a deep breath. She couldn't believe she was about to do this in public - let alone on a date. But she knew she couldn't resist any longer. With one quick motion, she pulled her finger out of her ass and stuck it straight into her mouth, scooping up the salty, musky taste she had been craving all night. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned uncontrollably around her finger.
Her date looked up at her, confused. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern written all over his face. Ginger slowly pulled her finger out of her mouth, her cheeks full of the tangy flavor she loved so much. She looked him straight in the eyes and smiled. "Never better," she murmured before leaning forward and slowly but surely, filling the plate in front of her with her shitty fingers.
