It was nearing Valentine's Day, and I, Dea Samantha, couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement in the pit of my stomach. Not because of any fondness for the commercialized holiday or its cheesy lovey-dovey overtones, but because my human toilet - the one I'd been teasing so mercilessly for days - was finally due to come home.
As I'd expected, he rushed straight to my toilet after arriving at the house, his face a mix of lust and desperation as he knelt down before me. I watched him curiously, amused at his eagerness to consume my "chocolate caviar". His mouth watered uncontrollably as he stared longingly at my shit-filled butt, and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.
"So hungry, aren't you?" I taunted, enjoying the power trip immensely. "Well, come and get it!"
Without further ado, I lowered my asshole right onto his eager face, smothering him in the warm, pungent aroma of freshly expelled shit. His tongue snaked out instinctively, tasting the delicious treat that awaited him. I let loose a steady stream of my prized chocolate caviar, watching him slurp greedily as he savored every last drop.
I couldn't help but admire how devoted he was to my shit; after all, it wasn't every day that someone would willingly indulge in such a taboo fantasy. And let's face it - there wasn't another girl out there who could make him feel quite the same way I could.
As he gorged himself on my shit, I noticed a slight tremble in his hands. He was biting his lip, trying not to let his true emotions show. But I'd long since learned to read between the lines; I knew he was in over his head with me, and that only made me love every moment we shared together that much more.
The mobile version of this tale may make it seem tamer than what actually transpired between us, but let me assure you - there's nothing tame about our relationship. No, we're two souls who've found an unlikely connection in the strangest of places, and we embrace it wholeheartedly, regardless of what anyone else might think.
