The feces monster

Okay. There was this HOTTTTTTT bitch I saw around when I was around 20. She had blonde hair and wore t shirts and had lots of concealer to cover the acne on her face. Lots of whorey makeup too, almost like MiMi on The Drew Carey Show but not fat.

I wanted to fuck her.

By this point I was like 26. She was working at Applebee's. She was flirting with me the whole time and not in that tip seeking way. Well, she wanted the tip, just a different type of tip ;D

I just flat out ask her if she wanted to do something later. Kept it at that. Sorta ambiguous. No, me suffering and saying how I wanted to boink or take her for ice cream. Just simple. She says yes. In real life most people aren't asked out often. Even hot ones.

We go back. She has poor hygiene. Perfume to hide tuna castle and the smell of shit from her poorly wiped ass.

Turns out she had a scat fetish. She wanted me to take used toilet paper, using the shit as a glue pretty much. To put two pieces on my forehead and to call myself "the feces monster" and do you know what I did? I fucking did it.

It was not good. This encounter could have ended with her getting bored if I didn't and then us stopping, or me doing what I did and then regretting it. I would have had regret either way.

So yeah, I did something nasty to fuck someone nasty. And by the point that we did it, she had stopped with the makeup and t shirts and the acne was mostly clear. So she didn't even look that hot.

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anonymous Relationships June 29, 2026 at 12:03 pm 0 1