As he awoke to the warmth of the sun peeking through his curtains, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation stir within him. Today was the day that Lis - the woman who held his heart captive - was scheduled to visit. His eyes trailed over to the clock on his nightstand, and he let out a small groan when he realized it was almost time for her arrival.
Rushing around the small apartment, he tidied up and straightened out any messes that might have been left from the previous day. The thought of making a good impression on Lisa filled him with such excitement that it almost felt like butterflies were fluttering around in his stomach. He wanted everything to be perfect for her.
When the knock finally came at the door, he practically flew to open it. There she stood: beautiful and radiant as always. She smiled warmly at him, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. Their eyes met, and he felt his heart skip a beat. She looked even more stunning than he remembered.
"Lovely morning, isn't it?" She smiled, walking towards him. Before he knew what was happening, she had plopped herself down on the couch and spread her legs wide open. His eyes were drawn irresistibly towards her shapely thighs.
Her voice broke through his thoughts. "You're not just going to stare, are you?" She teased, arching an eyebrow playfully. Slowly, hesitantly at first, he knelt down between her legs and leaned in closer. The sweet scent of her perfume filled his nostrils as he placed a gentle kiss on her inner thigh.
"Mmm... that's it," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "You do that so well, my love." Her words sent shivers down his spine; they always had such a powerful effect on him.
Within moments, they were both lost in the passionate heat of the moment. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have found someone like her - someone who appreciated him for who he truly was inside. Her moans echoed around the room as he worshipped her body with his mouth and hands.
As they reached a fever pitch together, however, things took an unexpected turn. Suddenly, she pulled away from him and stood up. "I have an idea," she said with a wicked glint in her eye. "Why don't you just stay there for a moment?"
For the next few minutes, he watched in silence as Lady Lisa proceeded to apply her makeup. Her reflection gazed back at him from the mirror on the wall: The sharp contours of her cheekbones, the fiery red color of her lips, the perfect arch of her eyebrows. He couldn't look away.
Suddenly, she turned towards him, causing his heart to skip a beat. "Ready for me now?" She asked, her voice dripping with seduction. Without waiting for his response, she slowly lowered herself back down onto his waiting mouth.
He let out a moan of pleasure as he felt her warmth envelop him once again. She rode him for what felt like an eternity, grinding her hips back and forth, driving him to the brink of ecstasy. And then, just when he thought things couldn't get any hotter, she started to shit onto his face.
At first, it was just a trickle - a small stream of warm, golden liquid that poured out of her. But then, before he knew it, she was peeing and shitting all over his face - the relentless flow of her waste nearly choking him at times.
As she finished, she sat back on her heels, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. "Not bad," she said with a nod of approval. "Not bad at all." For a moment, he felt ashamed - like he had failed her somehow. But then, she reached down and touched his cheek gently, her fingers leaving trails through the sticky mess on his skin.
"You really are my special one," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you." And in that moment, he knew that no matter what else happened - no matter how strange or taboo or twisted things might get - he would always, always be there for her.
