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Warning: poop ahead!
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Anyone offended or otherwise grossed out by frank discussions of body functions, please stop reading now.
First off, sorry I've been gone so long. If any of my old fans and friends are left, my apologies. Life hits you upside the head sometimes. Things happen, things change, old patterns get messed up.
Bottom line: I'm back. I will hopefully be blogging again. I'm still the same as I always was... the nerdy shy Korean girl who has a very hidden set of kinks.
In the past, I've been reluctant to reveal all of those kinks. Some of you found out about them by chatting with me, but I didn't want to put them right out there in the open because I didn't want to offend anyone or gross them out. Now, older and wiser and a bit nuttier, maybe, I figure what the hell. Because the weird stuff has shaped me more than the normal, and it's part of who I am and I shouldn't be ashamed of it.
So, I'm going to tell you about my foray into scat.
This was a few years back, when I was dating this guy who was into anal and butt play (fine by me!) One thing he said he always wanted to try was to watch a gal poop.
I didn't understand why. I thought it was crazy, a little sick. Weird. I didn't respect him any less, because we all have our kinks, but I wasn't going to say yes.
But he kept on working on me. When we watched a bit of porn together he would sometimes slip in a scat video, mostly either German or Japanese. I was weirded out and a little repulsed but I had to admit I was fascinated. Especially by the Japanese ones, where the girls were always smiling and laughing and seeming to have fun with it. Seeing all the cute gals' assholes (many dark like my own, something I'd always been self-conscious about) was also pretty sexy and liberating. Seeing their poop was pretty disgusting to me at first but it also helped because there were all kinds, from thick logs to runny diarrhea, so there wasn't any "normal" for that.
Long story short: I finally said yes, he could watch me poop.
So I wasn't sure how to go about it, but I wanted to make sure I could, so I "saved up" for about a day. By the time I went over to his place I was really ready for it, if for no other reason than to get relief.
We went to the basement, to the old sofa, and put an old sheet on the cushion, trailing to the floor, which he covered with a garbage bag. I took off my pants and sat down and pulled my legs up, knees to chest, and scooched my butt over the side.
My bf took out his cock, already hard, and began to stroke. I tried to relax. Anxious, scared, embarrassed, but needing to get the bricks out of my tummy. I tried to push. I peed a little.
I was a bit consipated at first, probably because of holding it in and performance anxiety, but I kept working and felt my asshole open and my bf told me he could see the tip of my poop. OMG. I flushed all hot and wanted to just sink under the sofa but he was so turned on and grinning like an idiot so I didn’t want to quit and disappoint him. I kept pushing.
At some point, I could definitely feel the tip was outside my asshole. So tough to keep pushing...
Then the logjam started to break. Things got softer. I felt my poop, big and heavy, sliding out of my asshole, until it broke off and landed with a crinkle on the plastic.
“Wow, wow... it’s so big!” My bf said. I was now getting turned on, reached down to rub at my pussy, which was also wet with pee, but I soldiered on. I pushed. Two more slid out of my asshole and landed on the floor. I was done now, and felt much better.
That’s when the stink hit me. Oh, boy... was it nasty. Especially in a closed space. I sat up quick, stood, and looked at what I’d done.
It was pretty amazing. The first one was close to a foot long, the other two less than half. I was completley embarrassed and completely turned on. I kind of panicked and jumped around and kept telling him to get rid of them. So he picked them up in the trash bag, stuffed them inside another trash bag, and took them out to the garbage. I was so freaked out I almost forgot to put on my pants before I went upstairs. Into the can they went. I wondered later if we should have flushed them, but neither of us was thinking clearly.
So we sat together and watched movies for the rest of the afternoon, but my virginity, at least as far as scat is concerned, was broken.
Did I do it again? Yes, I did, and it was easier going forward.
Did I develop some new fantasies from it? Yes, I did. I would really love to watch another gal poop, in person.
More on those things later, though.
So, that’s my scat story. What do you think?
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Posted on : Sep 8, 2015
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Commented on Sep 25, 2015
That was as sexy as our chat. I loved it all and hope we do it again.
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