Rolling over in the soft, plush sheets, a warm golden ray of sunlight caressed my naked body. My eyes fluttered open to see the same familiar ceiling I wake up to every morning. With a lazy yawn, I stretched out my arms and legs, feeling the smooth fabric of my sheets brush against my skin. A contented sigh escaped my lips as I remembered last night's passionate encounter.
I levered myself up onto my elbow, running a hand through my tousled hair. I glanced over at the large bedside clock; it was already past noon. I groaned inwardly, knowing I'd overslept. Quickly, I threw back the covers, revealing my nude form. My eyes fell on the empty food tray on the bedside table. Smiling to myself, I recalled how we devoured each other's bodies in the throes of ecstasy.
As I sat up on the edge of the mattress, a pounding began in my lower abdomen. My face flushed with embarrassment at the thought of farting in front of my lover. Tentatively, I placed a hand on my bare stomach, feeling it rise and fall beneath my palm. The pounding grew louder, more insistent, until suddenly it subsided into a soft rumble.
With a shock, I realized what was happening. I didn't even have time to process the idea before my sphincter released, and a warm, putrid wave of gas rushed upwards. It felt like I'd swallowed a balloon full of hot air. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold it in, but it was too late. A loud, thunderous noise ripped through the air, followed by an excruciatingly wet sound.
A moment of silence passed before I dared to look down. My jaw dropped in shock as I caught sight of my loose, shitty stool smeared across my lower body. A wave of embarrassment and humiliation washed over me, but it was quickly followed by a sense of curiosity. I knew I had to see it, to appreciate the full extent of my own depravity.
Slowly, I reached out and traced a finger through the warm, sticky mess. It was the size of a small egg, barely larger than a golf ball. The smell was overpowering, a mix of rotten eggs and rancid butter. I couldn't help but feel aroused as I contemplated showing this to my lover. A smile gradually broke across my face as I imagined their reaction, wondering how they would react to the sight of my first shit of the day.
With trembling hands, I scooped up a small portion of the turd and held it up to the light. The texture was smooth and pasty, almost translucent in places. It looked exactly like what it was - the very first faeces to be expelled from my body that day.
For a moment, I wondered if I should eat it, but the thought quickly passed. I didn't want to ingest any parasites or diseases. Instead, I carefully set it aside, grabbed a tissue and began cleaning myself up. As the wet warmth of the shower washed away the last traces of my shame, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement.
I couldn't wait to show this to my lover, to share the intimate moment with them. After all, we'd been through so much together – why not celebrate our shared love for each other with a little poo?
