en http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/ Thu, 1 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000 Thu, 1 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000 60 http://www.audioscrobbler.net/data/webservices http://www.last.fm/group/Easca+is+your+mother/journal The Last.fm group journal for Easca is your mother. Last.fm journals are a place to talk about all things music. http://www.last.fm/user/bugmenot34/journal/2006/05/22/3cfz_hi_please_read_this_is_important Mon, 22 May 2006 07:08:07 +0000 http://www.last.fm/user/bugmenot34/journal/2006/05/22/3cfz_hi_please_read_this_is_important A few years ago, while browsing around the library downtown, I
had to take a piss. As I entered the john a big beautiful
all-American football hero type, about twenty-five, came out of one
of the booths. I stood at the urinal looking at him out of the
corner of my eye as he washed his hands. He didn't once look at me.
He was "straight" and married -- and in any case I was sure I
wouldn't have a chance with him.

As soon as he left I darted into the booth he'd vacated, hoping
there might be a lingering smell of shit and even a seat still warm
from his sturdy young ass. I found not only the smell but the shit
itself. He'd forgotten to flush. And what a treasure he had left
behind. Three or four beautiful specimens floated in the bowl. It
apparently had been a fairly dry, constipated shit, for all were
fat, stiff, and ruggedly textured. The real prize was a great feast
of turd -- a nine inch gastrointestinal triumph as thick as a man's
wrist.

I knelt before the bowl, inhaling the rich brown fragrance and
wondered if I should obey the impulse building up inside me. I'd
always been a heavy rimmer and had lapped up more than one little
clump of shit, but that had been just an inevitable part of eating
ass and not an end in itself. Of course I'd had jerkoff fantasies of
devouring great loads of it (what rimmer hasn't), but I had never
done it. Now, here I was, confronted with the most beautiful
five-pound turd I'd ever feasted my eyes on, a sausage fit to star
in any fantasy and one I knew to have been hatched from the asshole
of the world's handsomest young stud.

Why not? I plucked it from the bowl, holding it with both
hands to keep it from breaking. I lifted it to my nose. It smelled
like rich, ripe limburger (horrid, but thrilling), yet had the
consistency of cheddar. What is cheese anyway but milk turning to
shit without the benefit of a digestive tract?

I gave it a lick and found that it tasted better then it
smelled. I've found since then that shit nearly almost does.

I hesitated no longer. I shoved the fucking thing as far into
my mouth as I could get it and sucked on it like a big brown cock,
beating my meat like a madman. I wanted to completely engulf it and
bit off a large chunk, flooding my mouth with the intense,
bittersweet flavor. To my delight I found that while the water in
the bowl had chilled the outside of the turd, it was still warm
inside. As I chewed I discovered that it was filled with hard
little bits of something I soon identified as peanuts. He hadn't
chewed them carefully and they'd passed through his body virtually
unchanged. I ate it greedily, sending lump after peanutty lump
sliding scratchily down my throat. My only regret was the donor of
this feast wasn't there to wash it down with his piss.

I soon reached a terrific climax. I caught my cum in the
cupped palm of my hand and drank it down. Believe me, there is no
more delightful combination of flavors than the hot sweetness of cum
with the rich bitterness of shit.

Afterwards I was sorry that I hadn't made it last longer. But
then I realized that I still had a lot of fun in store for me.
There was still a clutch of virile turds left in the bowl. I
tenderly fished them out, rolled them into my handkerchief, and
stashed them in my briefcase. In the week to come I found all kinds
of ways to eat the shit without bolting it right down. Once eaten
it's gone forever unless you want to filch it third hand out of your
own asshole. Not an unreasonable recourse in moments of desperation
or simple boredom.

I stored the turds in the refrigerator when I was not using
them but within a week they were all gone. The last one I held in
my mouth without chewing, letting it slowly dissolve. I had liquid
shit trickling down my throat for nearly four hours. I must have
had six orgasms in the process.

I often think of that lovely young guy dropping solid gold out
of his sweet, pink asshole every day, never knowing what joy it
could, and at least once did, bring to a grateful shiteater.]]> http://www.last.fm/user/bugmenot34/journal/2006/05/22/3cfz_hi_please_read_this_is_important#comments http://www.last.fm/user/sexxygirl08/journal/2006/05/12/51sh_connections Fri, 12 May 2006 15:29:10 +0000 http://www.last.fm/user/sexxygirl08/journal/2006/05/12/51sh_connections ya no, on the connections, im not 'connected' with any of them....mommie, u have to fix that...;(]]> http://www.last.fm/user/sexxygirl08/journal/2006/05/12/51sh_connections#comments