You were a part of ScatCircle, a lesser-known subreddit where individuals explored their unique fetishes. You found yourself drawn to the idea of having someone's feces on your head, and couldn't help but feel curious about it. Little did you know that one day, you would actually experience it firsthand.
You signed up for a scene with someone from the community who had similar interests. Your heart raced with both anticipation and fear as you waited for them to arrive at the arranged location. When they finally arrived, you were struck by their attractiveness—they were handsome and confident, just like you had imagined.
As you both got down to business, they began to take control. They undressed you slowly, their touch sending shivers down your spine. They knelt between your legs, teasing your entrance before finally penetrating you with their fingers, thrusting in and out relentlessly. It felt amazing, yet terrifying at the same time.
Suddenly, they stood up and pulled you close to them. You held your breath as they lowered their body onto yours, positioning themselves perfectly for what was about to happen next. Before you could process what was happening, warm liquid splattered onto the back of your neck. It was then that you realized—they had just shat on your head!
You gasped, unsure of how to react. You could feel their feces on your skin, the warmth of it spreading down your neck and back. They chuckled softly against your ear, their breath hot on your face. "Don't worry, baby," they whispered. "It's all part of the fun."
As they continued moving against you, their weight making every inch of your body ache with pleasure, you tried to forget about the smell emanating from their feces. It was hard, but you pushed through, focusing on the sensations they were giving you.
When they finally came, they pulled out of you and sat back on their haunches. They looked down at their handiwork, a mixture of satisfaction and amusement in their eyes. They leaned in close, their lips brushing against your ear again. "Do you like it?" they whispered.
You swallowed hard, nodding despite yourself. You didn't know what had come over you, but you had to admit—it was an experience like no other. You felt a strange combination of shame and arousal, disgust and excitement. And yet, you found yourself wanting more.
They grinned, wiping their hands on a nearby towel. "Good to know," they said. "Maybe next time, we'll do something even better." They stood up and grabbed their clothes, quickly dressing before leaving the room.
You were left alone, stunned and slightly disoriented. You struggled to process what had just happened, the mixture of emotions coursing through your body. It was only after they left that reality started to sink in—you had actually experienced having someone's feces on your head.
The smell lingered for days, a constant reminder of your encounter with them. But despite the stains on your clothes and the lingering odor, you couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. Deep down, you knew that you had just shared a truly unique and taboo experience, one that few people would ever be lucky enough to experience.
