This summer night is hot. And I’m alone. Solitude is a bad mood. But so it is. Back home I kick off my shoes and wonder if to go for a shower or a drink. Drink is high priority. Beer or spirits? Both. I go for beer and shots.
It’s a hot and sticky night after a hot and sticky day. I’m soaking in sweat. The drinks stimulate more perspiration. Who cares. I’d sweat anyway.
And I don’t actually care at all about my state. Disgust goes along with solitude, doesn’t it?
So I turn on the hi fi, put on some techno tunes and let the bass make their work in my rib cage.
Time to roll a joint. I inhale deep. And then get back to drink. Let’s make a dead-drunk night of it. A crazy drunk one. Aye, let’s go wild in this perfect solitude. Nobody’s watching.
Time to dance. And strip off for myself. The stripping bitch, aye. The blouse flies away followed by the skirt. The stink of my sweat attacks my nostrils. Wild. Sexy?
Then I peel of my panties shaking my butt – the stripping whore – drench. Playfully – it’s time to play, isn’t it? – I sniff them. Sweat, cunt. Unwashed sex. The unwashed bitch. I stuff the soiled thing in my mouth and go wilder dancing. I spread my legs, bend my knees, shake my but, raise my arms and suck my fluids. Humiliating, gross. Sexy? definitely. Come on people, look at me in disbelief. I entertain myself for a while figuring myself in an embarrassing, humiliating scene: people laughing at me as I make a fool of myself dancing like this – naked drunk, sweaty, dirty as I suck my soiled panties and dance in a lewd way. This makes my cunt more wet. I feel like I’m dancing in the steam of my drench cunt.
I feel like if I crossed a line. A line with a tag: no limits beyond this point. I spit the panties, grab the bottle of iced vodka and take a long sip. Aye, dead-drunk night for this lonely bostancı escort bayan bitch. Let’s find relief in debauchery.
Dancing I feel my body. My wet skin. My wet, wet, hairy cunt. My shaking butt cheeks. My ass crack. My… yes my shit hole. My shitter. Lol.
This feels good at last. An exhilarating feeling of freedom. No limits beyond this point. The heart bits. I’m still alive. Following my mind, my body starts to loose balance. All those poisons dancing in me. Stoned and nice. Better stop dancing before I fall.
I need some air. I open the door on my backyard and step out. My garden is fenced and nobody can see me. The darkness gives me confidence. But my twisted mind wonders on how it would be good to be seen. My imagination outlines some people sitting there outside. Women. A number of horny, lustful women watching me. I can see them. I hear their difficult breath in the muggy night, the reflection of the dim light on their sweaty skin, the rhythmic movements of their arms and legs, of their hands on sensitive spots. They chase pleasure, release. As I do.
I take some steps and join the circle. Lay down on the trimmed lawn. Naked, hot, wet skin on trimmed, fresh, wet grass. This feels so good. I go with the flow and roll lazily enjoining its touch. Smooth, tender, primal. My imaginary friends are groaning in the darkness, releasing their fluids freely in the grass, murmuring obscenities, going wild, sharing, oh yes, sharing their wildest feelings. Yes, wild, primal, animal lust. I give up to lust and, for a while, share openly my body and desires with my friends. One of them is hissing “you’re an animal in heat.” Yes I am.
I bend my knees, arch my back and put my feet back, aside my head. I stare and face my pussy. With trembling fingers spread my folds. I get a whiff of wilderness. ümraniye escort I run the tips around outer and inner labia, on my clit hood. Shiver. Jolt. lightning. O my God, I’m close. I hope my friends are watching me in frenzy. I hope they touch themselves deeper, harder as they watch me as they squint their eyes to focus on my intimacy.
My folds feel so moist, I wet my fingertips caressing myself. A strongest shiver. A harder Jolt. A brighter lightning. Release. No, it’s not yet orgasm. I’m peeing. I lost control of my bladder. My piss is flowing, raining all over me. On my chest, my breast, my face, my hair. And in my mouth! A new taste, salty, bitter, earthy. My piss, my new drink.
Oh do love this. So degrading. My friends jump to their feet and pack around me to watch. In the dim light they bend over me and stare openly the flow of my piss. I get up to show off at my best. My wet skin. My drenched hair, plastered on my my face. I spit a mouthful of piss on their faces. Someone groans licking my piss off her lips. I bet she loves my taste. My fluid taste. The taste of my insides. I gladly rub my piss all over my body daring a new obscene dance beyond control. My friends now join me sharing the dance, hips swinging.
Then a cramp hits me. Deep in my bowels. Sharp, urgent. I bend in spasm. “Are you ok?” asks one of my sisters. Her warm hand holds my shoulder. My bowels are revolting. “Let go” she says again. “Free yourself” hushes another. My knees are bending. “Do it!” urges someone. “Nothing to be ashamed – smiles another – it’s natural,isn’t it?”. Dizziness hits me, fuck, I’m drunk. I lay my hands on the ground. A naked animal panting on her fours. Oh my, I have to shit so bad!
One of the women bends behind myself and stares, I can feel her greedy look on my ass as I feel my asshole broadening to escort kartal let out a loud, indecent fart.
My friends are now packing behind me. “Can you feel that?” “Oh my! You stink!” The reek hits my nostrils. Rough, putrid, sneaking. As I am sneaking showing off to my friends my most embarrassing, animalistic self. I’m squatting now. More gas explodes out of my guts. Something wet hits my foot. Crouching deeper I feel it flow out of me. It goes as I’m engulfed in stink; my stink. My shit! “Yes, she’s shitting!” screams incredulous one of the women. I’m sweating harder in the already soaked night heat, my head spinning. I’m almost fainting, quivering on my fours. I close my eyes. And feel the hand. Her (mine?) hand. The hand holding it. The hand holding my decayed, excrement. My rotten shit. Oh yes, a handful of shit. “Look at it” she mutters. Another groans “such a filthy whore, aren’t you?” Oh I am. Beyond any limit. She faces me, the thing pouring slowly from her hand. “You want it – she claims – I want it too”. Do I? Do I want it? Do I want this last debauchery? She does. She wants it. She wants me. She wants to share. Oh god, yes, I want it!
I can feel their bodies, crushing mine, the heat, the wild smells, the wetness, the decay. She’s smearing it on me. On herself. On everyone. I can feel it on my face, on my lips, on my tongue as her fingers fuck my mouth. Shit in my mouth. My shit. Hers. And the revolting taste hits me. Putrid, corrupting, lewd, exhilarating. She rubs it all around. On my whole skin, in my hair. In my pussy. She fucks me pounding my turd inside my sticky twatt.
We all are, now, rubbing hard against one other licking, caressing, squeezing, smearing my shit all over us. We share it in rotten wild kisses, tongues rubbing the obscene substance on one other to catch the sleazy taste. Thighs tangling, arms holding, fluids flowing from body to body. We share. I reach the peak and explode overpowered.
Did I scream? Did someone hear me? I fainted on the soil in a pool of my dirt. I’m alone now in the sticky, hot night. There I stay, in the comforting freedom of dirt.