Scat Tales: Four short stories of messing (Justin Carter Red Erotica (soiling, scat, coprophilia))

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I was under the assumption that since I had a successful shit before the shower that there was no way there could be anything more. We were two bottles of Prosecco down at a work leaving do when the subject turned to: "Have you ever done a shit in front of your boyfriend?

It seems everyone has shat or puked in a place they weren’t supposed to—or been shat or pissed or puked on. While justice was eventually served, Mr Gilmore said it has been a long road to recovery and he still struggles with society’s view of sexual abuse. They were seated and enjoying themselves so I seized the moment, left the room, and got to work on a pile of dishes. How she and Aunt Ellen had come home from school one day and Grandmother had been standing at the entrance of the cowshed. She was stupid, Aunt Ellen would say, and his mother would snigger and Aunt Ellen would look at her sister with a flicker in her eye.I think I thought I could change him, We’d double-date with another couple and all go to the playground. Our pubescent years are filled with tackling these ground-breaking life events in our very different ways, some of which we don’t always find comfortable to talk about. The ability to comment on our stories is a privilege, not a right, however, and that privilege may be withdrawn if it is abused or misused.

A new paper titled Sexual Victimisation Perpetrated by Women: Federal Data Reveal Surprising Prevalence, contradicts the idea that female sexual perpetration is rare. It made him look at her, and the way she looked back at him made him drop the toilet paper into the bowl. This story features all kinds of filth, including bad breath, musk, sweat, burping, farting, garbage eating, body hair, vore, anal vore, digestion, FMG, disposal, male pregnancy, anal birthing, watersports, and hyper scat. We had no toilet paper, so we were digging through empty McDonald's bags and throwing him all the unsoiled napkins we could find. Both men carried a deep shame for years, worried that police and society wouldn’t believe that they had been abused by women.After school, when I got a job, I stayed with her in her one-bedroom apartment, splitting the monthly bills between us. There I was (done when she was not in our apartment)—peeing, pooping (my habit of doing it with my feet on the toilet seat), shaving, bathing.