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Those of us evolved enough, enlightened enough, privileged enough to drink pee and to eat shit are especially endowed by Destiny with the depth and breadth of spirit, the capacity of imagination, the thirst and hunger for life’s unrestrained fullness, to grant us the appetite for that which some deem unclean and repulsive, but which we uphold as filth, to be sure, but filth that for us is sustenance, indulgence, bliss. I have always loved pee and shit. To me, they are foods, not unlike any other foods – nourishing and nurturing. Everything about pee and shit makes me happy. The smell of it makes my mouth water, makes my little sissyclit hard. Nothing else gets me hard. I suck cock and get fucked all day every day, and only when I am licking and tonguing yummy shitty buttholes and eating shit do I get fully sexually aroused. I never use my toilet at home. I never use toilet paper. Instead, I pee and shit all over my apartment, often on my dining room table, or on the plate on or next to my other food, or on my desk next to my computer, or on my bed pillow. During the night, I just shit in my bed under the covers. I shit there every night; so the shit builds up, that which I do not eat right then and there. I love getting into my bed every night in anticipation of lying in shit. I like to shit while I am driving, too, or just walking around doing other things. I reach inside my panties, finger some shit out, and eat it. I like to smear shit all over me, but that takes more time to enjoy fully than I usually have; so I just eat the shit straight from my fagcunt. I love shitting in my bath water, too. If possible, shit would be an even more important part of my life than it is now. I would be constantly in its presence, under its influence, overwhelmed with the incomparable bliss of shit surrender. My fascination, infatuation, obsession, and worship of shit are both the mystery of who I am and a large part of my identity. My relationship with shit is one of true love; and every moment I am smelling, tasting, feeling, eating shit, is a moment, a place, where truth and magic collide. A lifelong faggot, I welcome the shit of all the men who fuck me. Though I have never been sexually attracted to girls or women, I enjoy eating their cum-filled or menstruating pussies, drinking their pee, and eating their shit. Even the sound of the word 'shit' gets me excited.
My ultimate scat fantasy is lowering myself down into a massive tank of pure human shit, with men and women sitting on the rim above my head adding to it continually. Just the thought gives me erotic shivers. My little faggie clittie cannot help getting hard. Immersion, finally, in shit, the waste, the filth, the excrement of so many strangers, the unmistakably strong aphrodisiac smell, the thick, lumpy, turdy texture pressing against my body and penetrating my skin. I dunk my head in. I go all the way in over my head. With my eyes closed but my mouth open, I rub the shit into my hair, all over my face, all over my body. When I raise my head just out of the shit, I grab for turds in the tank of shit, squish them between my fingers, massage them into my skin like the finest of lotions…and begin to do what I like to do most, to shove whole turds into my mouth, filling my mouth, chewing them, savouring them, swallowing them…or taking a bite of one turd in one hand, chewing and swallowing it, then taking a bite of the turd in the other hand, and doing the same… I become a total shitmonster. I lower my mouth into the shit, the shit in which I am immersed, submerged, and eat and eat and eat, feeding myself ’til I am stuffed with shit. I become shit, I eat so much. I eat so much shit, I vomit shit, and then I eat it all up again. I eat so much shit, I shit myself, mixing my shit with the shit of so many others. I want, I need to become one with shit… I live to eat and play in the faeces from a thousand buttholes…
Though I love cum, and pee, and spit, and sweat, all as filthy as I can get them, none of the ejaculations, eliminations, expectorations of men are more adored by me than shit. Dirty cocks that fuck indiscriminately every fagcunt they meet – fagcunts like mine that take all cocks without question, poz cock, too, of course, as much as I can get, without hesitation – are my favourites. Pee that is dark yellow, rich and nearly viscous with the body’s eliminated toxins, smelling of toilets long in need of flushing, and tasting of that delightful foulness that is a sublime aphrodisiac to me – the most delicious chaser to cum. Spit, stringy with cock, cum, pee, and shit juice and sauce, producing that mucousy phlegm that hangs two feet from his mouth to mine, tasting of domination, feeding me nasty, confirming my total surrender to the filth of men. And sweat, from under his balls, from the crack of his ass, from his underarms, from his skin – salty, sexy, male. If possible, shit would always be the main course for me. The cum, the pee, the spit, and the sweat – accompaniments, appetisers, hors-d’oeuvres, dessert. Not every man will shit in my mouth. More will let me eat their shitty buttholes. Some, of course, will not go there at all. I am a lifetime, full-time faggot for all men. If only all men would take advantage of my services as a toilet – everyone would be happier.
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