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I'm 30 years old and laying across my GF lap with a diaper on and 2 laxatives shoved up my ass. My asshole is starting to pucker and the cramps are getting really bad. She likes me holding it in, but I love letting it go next 5 maybe 10 minutes I'm going to let everything relax and explode in my diaper. She like holding my butt outside my diaper when I go, even though she gags for several minutes after I shit. After massaging my shitty diaper all over my ass for awhile, she'll flip me over and clean up every bit of my huge mess. The best part, it's her fetish not mine, grown men making huge shitty messes gets her pussy soaked.
Yesterday, I was VERY drunk and when I am drunk I get the strangest ideas. So yesterday, I left a big sausage in my neighbour's sand box, I pooped in the sand box.
Oh, I hope her terrible spoilt brat of a son will play in the sand box tomorrow. :-)
Today I placed a spoofed call (spoofmyphone.com) for the ex-girlfriend from my best buddy. So I simple changes the caller id, that is displayed, to the number from my buddy. Really cool... I hope they come into contact again.
I’m DEADPOOL. That’s right, I’m the real Deadpool. No I’m not crazy. I’ll leave a secret code that only those who really know me could figure it out. WMHRSNSCARDCESCAECKAGCFLFWAHACLJ. Only the few who really know me could decipher that.
I started making up characters as a kid. Deadpool started in the 70’s. That’s right. Your getting the real origin of Deadpool.
I had some old comics. In one of them the Shadow fought a Ninja dressed in Red on a sub. My favorites were Cap & the Avengers, & Batman. But I liked this red ninja. So I made me as a super hero named “Red Ninja” when I was really little. In time the character got a much better name.
Over time he got cooler names. I won’t tell you his real name. My real character he became in my 20’s is very similar to Deadpool. I like mine better.
When I nearly died recently I destroyed all my 1,000’s of characters & their back stories. Old drawings. I’d hoped to one day draw my own comics, or let my children. But I’m near death so it’s not going to happen. No one wanted them. So I shredded them. I had to move into a tiny place. I had some way cool stuff though.
Starting in the early to mid 80’s I sent some of my worst characters & some ideas to Marvel Comics. I was going to use the good ones for my own comics. I’m pretty sure I saw one of my characters vaguely in a comic. Very vaguely. Either way I got some No Prizes. Empty envelops. The first one I wrote & said I didn’t get a prize. The prize was no prize, an empty envelope. You just give them ideas for characters; stories. But it becomes their property. You give it away.
Well; somewhere around 1990 or so; while in college, I decided to send Marvel one of my mediocre characters. I kept the best to myself. I was offered an art scholarship, but pursued other stuff.
Please realize I “gave” them the character. Just a rough idea. I did not give them my real character. I honestly don’t even remember what all I wrote in the letter.
In no way am I claiming anything beyond a rough idea. They apparently took a vague idea & made something cool out of it. So the character is completely theirs. I merely gave them a seed to plant & grow. Im not even certain they used my idea. The visual; mannerisms, & name make me convinced they did. Either way; I gave it away for fun, so who cares.
Around this time I was still collecting comics; but I stopped. That’s why I mailed this to them. My life was fixing to change dramatically. No more time for childish things. No more collecting comics. So since I doubted I’d ever pursue my comic ideas; I gave Deadpool (not my characters real name) away as a joke. I wanted to see if “I” could live on in the comic books, in case I died on a battle field. I loved Marvel. If they thought him/me worthy of being a super hero/villain, then it would mean my much better characters would be cool if I ever made my own comics. I had 100’s better than Deadpool.
Well I forgot all about it. No more kids stuff for me. My kids got into all the super hero stuff many years later. One day my daughter said dad. You have got to watch this movie called “Deadpool”. He’s just like you. I scratched my head. Realize my character has a different name. But I’m pretty sure I called the alternate less fleshed out version of red ninja; the bad “punisher” like pretend version of me, “Deadpool”. The one I mailed Marvel.
She said he’s just like you. The guy who plays him looks a lot like you (not really. But I am attractive. And I married a beautiful woman). He talks endless trash. Is always trying to be funny. Uses two swords and guns at once. Wears a red ninja outfit. Never shuts up. Cusses. Can do all that ninja gymnastics stuff like you. He’s you. Huh? That did sound like me.
So I watched the movie; remembered sending the idea to Marvel, & laughed my butt off. She asked what was funny. I said that is me. That’s really me as a super hero. I mailed that idea to Marvel before I married your mom way back in college. I didn’t know they made it into a super hero. Of course she didn’t believe me.
Now let’s be clear. I’m not taking credit for the character or anything. I can’t even remember what I mailed them. I had been drawing characters since age 7 or so. Red Ninja had been me since the 70’s.
I was finally giving up buying & collecting comics. No more drawing & expanding characters. I was putting all of that away & growing up. Time to leave college & start life. I never thought of that stuff again till she made me watch the movie. She was right though; that was me, especially back in the late 80’s & early 90’s.
I won’t bore you with the whole story & details. Nor can I remember what all I actually even mailed them. But either way; I gave it to them. Looks like they used it. I was hoping someone would turn it into a character. That if I died I’d still be alive in a sense as a super hero. Just a private joke. So in my mind anyways; I pulled one on Marvel, got them to turn me into a super hero of sorts.
So since I have no clue what I mailed them I’ll show why my daughter saw the similarities. She had seen me training with two swords at once. And two knives. She’d seen me throw weapons & shoot guns with both hands. I’m an expert marksman with near any weapon, with both hands.
I do know martial arts. I have easily beaten multiple black belts with my mixed fighting style in training. I have extremely fast reflexes. Makes me really hard to fight. When I sent it in I had finally managed to slim my muscular body down from 275 lbs to under 250. To para jump or slide down ropes out of copters you must weigh under 250. I was so lean and low fat I had cuts & veins everywhere. I thought Deadpool having healing powers like Wolverine would be great. Instead of claws he’d use two swords & pistols like me. He’d have my agility; athletic ability; super strength (I was a power lifter). Only magnified for comics of course. I’m the lame real life version.
I was very conceited about my appearance & abilities. I talked endless trash. Cussed none stop. I never shut up. I still have a constant smile. I try to be funny and constantly try to make people smile & laugh. A crowd once watched me fight several men. They say I was turning flips. Doing crazy moves. Like Deadpool. And the whole time I was telling jokes and talking trash. That’s true. Like Deadpool.
I used to run track. I could nearly touch the top of a basketball backboard. Great at long jumping.
I was being trained by an ex special forces relative & was intending to join the military soon, which is why I mailed off the idea for Deadpool to Marvel. Letting go of my childish ways. Would be no more time for that. After I mailed it off o bought no more comics. Drew no more characters. I was done.
I had a relative of sorts who used to work with me some. He was impressed by my marksmanship. He had been a soldier & then soldier for hire. Mercenary. I was a great marksman so he thought I should try that after the military.
Well in high school & college I found myself living in this high crime gang controlled inner city. At night it was a war zone. Cops were afraid to come in there at night. So if you got caught up in something you were on your on. Like the fight I just talked about.
Starting as a little kid I used to fight to protect others. I slowly learned to mostly be quiet & passive in school. Until I moved into the gang area. Sometimes I’d fight to protect others. But not in front of teachers. At school I had fought to protect any weak loner. I don’t care what color you are. Religion. Gay. I would protect anyone. In my eyes we are all the same.
Well; those of you who work & goto school full time know, your rarely home. At night I’d wake up to gang activity. Screaming. Gun fire. Fights. People buying & selling drugs. Drug dealers are the root problem in these neighborhoods.
I’ve fought and been chased by gangs in high school. Been shot at just for walking home. Kids on those streets know what I’m talking about. I learned to mind my own business. But a few times I had to go out into the dark night. Batman.
Ninja movies were getting popular. I always trained with two knives & pistols at this time. So now I added two ninja swords.
So around the time I sent this to Marvel I’d snuck out at night & stopped a few crimes when I heard screaming. Usually only for a woman or child. Not dressed as a ninja. I’m the real guy.
I’ll give one example. I heard a woman yelling for help. I went running out. A very large man was trying to attack her with an ax handle. Trying to break thru her window. She was protecting her child. So I fought & disarmed him. Made him run away. Then I had to talk to the cops. Witnesses confirmed my story & I got off. People would watch. But not interfere. I’m lucky people liked me enough to speak up for me a couple of times. Had it been gangs they probably would not have. No one calls the cops on drug dealing gangs. They will do drive byes & stuff. Unlike Deadpool, I can’t magically heal.
I only did these things a few times. Real life isn’t a movie. But my friends had saw me in action. My wife had told my kids those stories & about the time she watched me fight & save another woman. And of course talk to the cops yet again.
In real life once you save the day; you then get to talk to cops; teachers, bosses. You get kicked out of school; paddled; almost arrested; fired. Real life isn’t a movie.
So Deadpool wasn’t really me. He was like an alter me. A bad version of me. He would go off into the military for special forces like I was planning. Be a Merc like I was contemplating. But he’d be half nuts. He’d decide to take out drug dealers and criminals to stop crime at the source. You know that voice in your head that you ignore. Hey go do this. You know better from listening to that voice as a kid. Don’t listen to that crazy voice.
That is the real problem in these neighborhoods. Drugs fuel the gangs. Addiction destroys people. Gangs strike fear in neighborhoods. Everyone is afraid to call or speak to cops. Cops are afraid to come there at night. They arrive way too late & in large numbers. By the time they do it’s usually too late.
So the goofy one in the movies does act a lot like me. Obvi I’m no nutt super hero. I’m the real guy. I based the character off me. I like what they did with it. Totally different from me. As I said; I mailed in a very vague idea. They appear to have developed it into something cool. But I can’t take credit for any of that. But the behavior & general description are so much like me that my daughter realized it when she watched the movie. They’ve all seen me get right up in the face of would be tough guys and talk trash; joke, & cuss just like Deadpool. They’ve seen me lift up very heavy weight. Shoot two pistols at once. Train with two swords. On & on. I have that endless grin on my face. Im the real Deadpool.
So where did the name Deadpool come from? As a child I was an amazing marksman. I never missed. Some vets nicknamed me Eagle eye & Deadeye. I liked Clint Eastwood. So I called the bad; drug dealer pretend version of me Deadpool. Pretty sure I sent that name in with the idea. But it’s not important.
There was a real Hollywood game. People tried to predict who would die. Then bet money (a pool). So this Deadpool version of me would instead pick which deadly criminals should die. He’d take their drug dealing money. That would be his income. His “pool” of money. Plus; Eastwood had a movie out around that time, “the Deadpool”. I think I was watching it on VHS when I wrote the letter.
Clint Eastwood played a vigilante in Dirty Harry movies. I preferred the spaghetti westerns.
So since I don’t think I’ll be alive much longer I thought I’d secretly confess that I’m convinced I’m the basis for Deadpool. I don’t care if anyone believes me. I did specifically tell them they could have the idea. I did ask them to turn it into a character for Marvel comics. I didn’t send them the real character. He was much more complex and pure. Instead I sent them something I thought people would want to watch & read. This was in the rap anti establishment days. No one liked Cap anymore. I’m a whole lot more like Cap. But no kidding. As I type this there are ninja swords hanging above my bed. There are two pistols on a nightstand by two knives. As I said; Im the real Deadpool. Well; sort of.
What do I look like? Well I’m very sick now. But I’m very lean. Weigh about 255. Very muscular. I was born with blond hair & blue eyes. People say I’m attractive. And I act “a lot” like the character in the movie still to this day. That’s why when my kids first saw the first Deadpool movie they ran in there saying dad, your in a movie, you’ve got to come see this. And yes; I am really that cocky. I’m convinced no one can beat me. I did learn to shut up at times. But I talk endless crap. I crack endless jokes. I never shut up. I have a crap eating grin non stop. I did not go into the special forces for a very good reason. Nor did I become a mercenary. I’m afraid the real me isn’t overly impressive.
I am no kidding wearing a shirt that’s blue with stars on the top. Alternating red and white vertical stripes on the bottom. I just realized that when I looked down. My kids had them made for me I guess. They look like one offs.
OK kids of mine. There it is. Let’s see if you can figure out my code. No one else ever will. I’ll give one of you a clue. See if you can surf the web and find this. Decipher the code. Prove I wrote it. You asked me to tell someone I invented Deadpool. That would be wrong. You can’t give something away. Ask someone to make something of it. Then try to take credit. So here it is. No name or proof. But my admission. One more joke. If you find this and read this have a good life. Now you know where I got the idea. From an old The Shadow comic I owned. Why did I like the red ninja? He was better than the shadow. That’s why when I sent the character to Marvel. Instead of sending them the real character that red ninja became; which I will not reveal here, I gave them a meaner version. A “Punisher” like version. A soldier for hire who didn’t just cross the line; he became a criminal of sorts. Much like Wolverine was in a comic or two. Dark. The opposite of me. Like alternate Superman.
I am very proud of you that you saw me in the way Deadpool acted. You even pointed out how I used to pull your legs & claim I could block bullets with my swords. That’s obvi a lie. But I’m still pretty good for a real person.
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One summer afternoon, my mom visited her friend and brought my brother and I. She had a pool! As the wild boy 9 y/o I was, I begged to swim. Having no trunks, I went in my briefs.
They sat outside by the pool as I played and jump off the diving board. Well, the wet undies had to go, I asked if it was fine to take them off. I whipped them off and was a little nervous to get out and be seen naked, but had to utilize the killer diving board.
About an hour later, I started to press my little penis against the jet, getting a raging stiffy. When it was time to get out, I was fully erect. I walked up to get a towel as my moms friend was snickering at the sight. Luckily my brother was inside.
I peed in the shampoo bottle of my boyfriend's mother because this stupid woman claimed me for stealing her money.
#hate #shampoo #pee #urine #boyfriend #mother #stupid #stealing #claim #money
As soon as I get a new girlfriend, I meet another girl which is nicer and more beautiful than my girlfriend. And because I can't say "no", I try to make out with both. Yeeah... long story short: They ALWAYS find out about the other girl and then I am the asshole.
Poor me! :(
I think Marvel listened to me. Stan Lee had this deal. You could send them ideas for super heroes & villains; and story lines. It was giving away ideas. I saw the importance of comics. I tried to help make the comics better.
Early in my life I got maybe 8-9 “No Prizes”. That was an empty envelope with nothing in it. No prize. I was still sending them ideas in my 20’s till I married.
One was for Deadpool. He’s supposed to be the bizarro me from the bizarro universe. I already explained that here.
Here’s some other thoughts I had. I actually had photocopies of these letters from many years ago. It’s so funny. When Deadpool first appeared in the movies my kids went crazy. Dad. This super hero is just like you. Two swords. Never stops talking. Endless trash talk. Afraid of nothing. Even the splitting a bullet with a sword. I’d tell my kids I could do that. Not true. But I can kill a fly out of the air with either sword. Or I could until recently. Unlike the comic I’m not immortal. I seem to slowly be dying.
Its so funny. I thought i destroyed all of that. Then one of my kids found a drawing of Deadpool I made in the early 1980’s. And a similar drawing from the 1970’s. He asked how I drew Deadpool in the 1970’s. I am Deadpool. He’s also found a stash of my old martial arts weapons. So funny.
Moving on. I felt Thor should get a bigger hammer that looked more like a Vikings because society was changing. I felt Cap could get his old one. He’d have two non lethal weapons then. One offensive. One defensive. I used to target practice and train with two weapons at once. I’m very skilled. So why not give Cap one of my skills? He’s supposed to have all of our best skills.
I felt Cap should give one of his shields to the Falcon or another black male hero.
I felt the old white males should mostly go off into space or other dimensions. Humans need to leave earth. Smart kids read comics. Why not inspire them? Space is our only long term future.
As for why replace the heroes on earth with females & minorities? I used to help people. I’ve saved lives. Done a lot of good. But I noticed something. When I saw someone holding a door; pulling over to help someone; firemen; EMTs; soldiers, etc. it was almost always white males. They reproduce slow. This nation and world will have fewer white males in the future. I felt others needed to be able to see themselves in comics. I myself always had very diverse friends. Same for my kids.
I felt little kids of every race; sex; and orientation, needed to feel like they could be heroes too. The old white male heroes would be off in space and other dimensions doing heroic things. A diverse group of young heroes would be here. Why not?
We need to inspire good people. Why shouldn’t a young black gay man feel that he could go save a little white boys life? Why shouldn’t he want to send money to Saint Judes? We have to teach all children that we all can love and care. Oh; Deadpool is the bizarro form of me. I’m really quite boring most of the time. But I do talk endless trash. And I really do believe I can kick anyone’s butt. I’m just nice.
I was a massive build good looking blond with blue eyes. Yet I risked my life to save a little black girl. Why shouldn’t a black man be willing to risk his life to save a little white boy? We can’t just let black children see gang bangers and basketball players. Anger. At some point they have to see kind hearted black men too. They need hope. They need to feel no matter how hard life is they can still be a good person.
So why not have a black man with Caps shield? There can be two shields. Old Cap can sail around in space. It’s Marvel. They can always make him young again.
But in the end what do I know? I’m just some old sick person heading for that final finish line.
Oh I don’t want credit for anything Marvel does. If you hand someone a seed; and they have a garden of flowers years later, they did all the work. You just cast out a few half baked ideas.
I do think it’s funny that my kids figured out I’m Deadpool. Finding the old drawings and weapons proved it to them. Well. I’m bizarro Deadpool. I’m the Red Ninja. That’s what I called myself in the early 70’s. I became something way cooler later. Much cooler than Deadpool. I have thousands of ideas better than him.
Nuff Said
I'd like to confess that I pee in swimming pools. It's just such a relief to pee wherever you are standing. My dad and I do that for 15 years now and it's fun.
As kids me and my brother always hid the poop of our dogs in the newspapers of our neighbours.
Sometimes when I'm home alone, I take my pants off, pee into a cup, and drink it.
I love the idea of a man turning me into his toilet and forcibly filling me with piss and shit in every hole. I want him to piss and cum in my ass, then plug it up so it can't get out. I want him to tie me to the wall, fart and shit on my face, and make me smell him.
I want to be forced to smell and taste his feet and armpits, his ass and balls, while he abuses me and treats me like a pig.
#fetish #urination #piss #pee #drink #scat #poop #shit #bdsm
The most difficult thing for me has always been constipation. Ever since I was little, I had a hard time going to the bathroom to poop and would spend a solid half hour or more trying to push it out.
Pooping is one of the things that I have always feared doing because it was painful every time I tried. There have been occasions when I was so constipated that when I finally did poop, there was blood. Not every time but sometimes.
When I needed to poop, I would bite down on something such as a towel, book, etc. in order to avoid screaming and alarming everyone in the house. Since it was related to poop, I usually did everything I could to conceal the fact that I was having such problems since I did not want to explain to my mother that I have had problems shitting for years.
My mother eventually took notice and was concerned. It was not until I was trying to poop one day that my mother came in the bathroom and saw me squatting over the toilet. After I finished shitting, my mom and I had a long discussion about how long this had been going on for and why I hadn't told anyone so we could have the issue resolved. My response to her question was "I was embarrassed," so my mom began researching and making remedies to soften up my shit.
Despite trying various home remedies, including prune juice and castor oil, she ended up seeing a doctor who prescribed laxatives for me. There is no doubt that those things worked. To this day I still have constipation issues, but overall, I've gotten much better without using laxatives.
Since I've gotten older, I've realized that people have natural issues with constipation and I'm not the only one in the world who has them. I used to be so ashamed to tell people about it in situations where there was no other choice.
To anyone facing the same situation, here is some advice. It is very important to speak up about your constipation so you can get the medical help you need. Constipation can lead to other serious health issues, so don't feel ashamed about talking about it.
Regardless of how annoying it might be, everyone shits, so if they judge you because you have shitting issues, may they one day experience constipation to better understand how you feel.
Thanks for reading
P.S. If you experience constipation, learn from my mistakes and best of luck on your journey
#embarrasing #shittyadventures #toilet #tissue #poop #constipation
I shake uncontrollably day & night now. I’m so sick. Its hard to be alone. I beat this disease for so long, but now its beating me. If I’d just been well enough to work & earn decent money.
As a kid I thought that chocolate is the poo of cows. Until I was 13 years old I never wanted to eat chocolate because I thought it is disgusting and I yelled at other people for eating cow poo.
#cow #poo #chocolate #embarrassing
Ever since my firs sex with a much older woman who used to pee and poop with me during, before, after sex etc. I have been fascinated with women on the toilet. It's very difficult to broach the subject. I am now 19 I still fuck the old woman and still do toilet play with her. I have a girl now who is a bit fat, and has pretty low self esteem, and is only 16. I took her cherry in all holes except her mouth, someone got to that before me, three someones in fact.
About 2 weeks ago I made her start leaving the door open while peeing and pooping, after a couple of days I started standing and watching her, making her spread to show me. She didn't like it and complained. So after a complaint a couple days ago (after almost 2 weeks of her peeing and pooping with the door open or being watched) I gave her the ultimatum. She either does what I want or I leave. She was too fat to think she'd ever get anyone to fuck her again, so she relented. I told her to stand up over the toilet and bend over, and pee and poop in front of me. I watched it all spray out of her then the brown log come out of her ass and plop down. Some of the pee and poo missed the toilet. I told her not to wipe her pussy or ass, rather with her hands wipe the toilet and floor clean and pick up the poo and place it into the toilet. Then I told her to come out of the bathroom and sit on my cock with it going up her shitty asshole.
She's mine now and I have two toilet ladies to play with.
A friend once asked me which way I prefer toilet paper to unroll. He was convinced one way was better than the other. I guessed but was wrong. He carefully explained how it’s supposed to work & educated me.
He then asked which side I liked the toilet paper left on the sink. One side was the right way. The other wrong.
So basically It works him up.
Me. I don’t care. I use it wherever it’s at.
He’s very regimented. I’m not. So he goes on about this every time. His wife won’t always put it on correctly. The wife’s Church friend comes over & leaves it on the wrong side of the sink.
At my house I had a holder on each side of the toilet. Plus a fancy homemade holder with 5 backup rolls.
In my master bath I installed a speaker for my stereo system & a small wall mount TV that rotated. I could poop or soak in the tub & listen to my game on the radio or watch on TV.
In my bedroom I had a mini fridge; small food area, & microwave. All by my side of the bed. My lazy boy had a back massager, cup holder, & pocket for a remote. I’m poor now. But I used to have it going on.
This is how I once solved a basic biological challenge. The solution wasn't ideal, but (almost) the best available, I believe.
I was driving on a summer vacation trip and felt a mild twinge or two in my stomach. After a few minutes, I pulled into a supermarket parking lot where I had shopped on previous trips. Right after getting out of my car and locking the doors, I realized that I was in big trouble, and remembered a toilet in the back of the store. After just a few steps, I needed to clench my anus very tightly to avoid the unthinkable.
Finally, I was in the store and heading for the back, but I didn't know whether the toilet was at the right or left end; and maybe it was out of service, or maybe the only toilet stall was occupied. The pain was almost unbearable, and I knew I didn't have time to investigate the toilet situation and then return to my car if necessary; so I decided to immediately return to my car.
Somehow I made it back to my car without losing control, and with a new plan that required using things that were already in the car. I quickly installed the windshield sunshade for privacy, and gathered up a large plastic kitchen bowl and a small white-colored plastic bag with handles. Then I undressed, placed the bowl in the driver's seat, and squatted with my bottom inside the bowl and my knees up by my shoulders–still tightly clenching my anus.
Finally, holding the plastic bag open underneath my bottom, and hoping it was positioned correctly, I relaxed and achieved wonderful relief as the waste quickly rushed into the bag.
Thorough wiping wasn't too difficult and I put the used tissues in the waste bag and tied the opening. Then I put the waste bag into another small plastic bag and also tied it closed. Finally, I placed the tied-up bags in a third larger plastic bag, tied it up, got dressed again, and carried the bags across the parking lot to a small trash basket mounted on a roof column in front of an ice cream shoppe.
Then I returned to my car and rested for awhile–reflecting on my accomplishments in the face of desperate pain–and finally returned to the store to do my food shopping–now relaxed, refreshed, and re-energized.
Now, a few final considerations: (1) The parking lot had a security guard, so I needed to be especially discreet. (2) The waste disposal location wasn't good, but I was afraid of attracting unwanted attention if I walked out of my way to use a more distant trash basket. (3) I did try to remove excess air from each bag before tying the open end. (4) Later, I did realize that I should have waited and found a better disposal location.
I'm a girl in my mid-teens, a little chubby, smallish boobs. I have a great boyfriend, way better than I deserve really, he's hot, he's a total hunk, and on the football and baseball teams. We were having sex and for the last month or so he's been playing with my butt. Inserting his fingers, even while he's inside me having sex, he reaches down and will put a finger in my butt. He finally told me he needed to change things a bit and wanted to have sex in my butthole. I let him do it. But I guess I wasn't thinking, definitely wasn't prepared. While he was doing it, I asked him to stop and told him I needed to go to the bathroom but he wouldn't stop. I could feel as he was moving in and out of me back there that he had some poo on his penis. I couldn't help it, he wouldn't stop. I pooped all over us both. He kept going until he finished, and he told me to go get some towels, when I came back he made me pose for some pictures of my dirty behind, and even put his penis back in me to take more pictures. I cleaned him off first, then me. I'm not sure he wants to see me anymore, he hasn't returned my calls for 2 days.
I am so embarrassed.
#poop #accidental #anal
My fetish is eating poop I love it
I started my business when I was 24 and today I have 57 employees, 35 MM in sales. When I was 37 I was successful. No man in my life, no boyfriend, no children, I was unsuccessful. I offered a man some money if he would impregnate me. A blue collar man. He agreed to the terms, signed the papers making no claim on the baby. I told him I wanted it the way nature intended. He was everything a woman fears, rough, painful, degrading. In 30 minutes he had me on the floor, bloody nose, broken front tooth, a cut on my forehead. And I did get pregnant from the rape and the beating.
I kept the rape and beating a secret. My child would never know who it's father was. From time to time this man demanded money. And he raped me and I did nothing, keeping him away from my child. When my child was 13 he showed up needing money. He demanded to see his child. I refused to let him in. He beat me and left me with my wounds. I told my child I had hurt myself.
My child is now in college. Her father is gravely ill. He has stage 4 cancer and will not live long. I am torn between protecting my child, and his death bed wish to meet his child. My heart will break without healing when he dies, but protecting my child from him is what I must do, he is not a man my child should ever know.
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