Natalia Kapretti stirred in her sleep, a soft moan escaping her lips as her body shifted under the soft cotton sheets. She had dreamt a vivid dream, filled with the intoxicating scent of excrement and the forbidden pleasure of devouring it. Her fingers curled into the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as her sense of reality began to blur with desire.
It was still dark outside, but that didn't stop her from succumbing to the impulses that coursed through her veins. Natalia rolled over on her side, her full breasts pressing against the coolness of the mattress as she pushed the hem of her cotton nightgown up to her waist. Her pink nipples hardened into tiny buds, begging for attention as she continued to moan softly.
Her dream had left an indelible mark on her mind, echoing with each pounding heartbeat, each ragged breath she took. She could still feel the thick, warm texture of the shit sliding down her throat, the taste of it lingering on her tongue as she licked her lips hungrily. The pleasure was immense, overwhelming, and she craved more, even as she knew it was wrong.
Her fingers found their way between her legs, sliding against the slick folds of skin that had become damp with desire. She moaned louder now, her hips jerking in time with her strokes as she teased herself toward climax. The scent of shit was everywhere, permeating her senses, making her feel dirty and alive. Her fingers found her clit, rubbing it roughly against the sensitive nub until she could feel the familiar tingling building up inside her.
"Oh god," she whispered, arching her back as the world seemed to spin around her. Her walls contracted, clenching around her fingers as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her orgasm was intense, almost painful, but she welcomed it, wanting more. She gasped for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.
For a moment, she luxuriated in the afterglow, savoring the sensation of being both disgusting and exhilarated. Then, she slowly sat up, reaching over to grab a tissue to wipe away the sticky evidence of her arousal. She tossed the tissue aside, feeling her skin still flushed with shame and excitement.
Natalia looked over at the clock on the nightstand, seeing it was barely morning. But it was enough time for her to indulge in this dirty little secret before starting her day. She found herself strangely turned on by the thought of doing it all over again later, of waking up to the scent of her own filth.
With that, she climbed back under the sheets and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of waking up to a fresh pile of shit, eager to taste it once more.
