Goddess Tempest - Getting Messy

If you're into lingerie as much as I am, you'll love this story. I never thought that a simple nightie could be so sensual until I tried on mine in preparation for bed. It was silky smooth against my skin, barely hiding the contours of my body as I moved about. The fabric brushed against my nipples lightly each time I shifted, sending shivers down my spine. As I slipped into bed, something strange happened – an unusual warmth began spreading within me. I ignored it at first until it grew stronger, turning into a delicious tingle between my legs. It wasn't long before I realized what was happening: my body was yearning for release. With mounting curiosity, I began pushing against myself – not hard enough to cause pain but just enough to create room for whatever was building up inside me. As I did so, I could feel my tight little anus starting to loosen up; it felt both foreign and exhilarating all at once. Before I knew it, I felt a hot rush of liquid between my cheeks. Oh yes…I knew exactly what that was. I'd had enough "accidents" before to know the telltale sign: I was about to take a dump on myself. And yet, instead of feeling revulsion or shame, I couldn't help but feel turned on by the prospect. This was probably one of the most naughty and taboo things I'd ever done – pooping on myself voluntarily. And so I did: I pushed harder against myself until warm, steamy feces started oozing out of me. The sensation was beyond words: part disgusting, part erotic, entirely overwhelming. As I lay there, letting it all flow out of me, I couldn't help but moan in pleasure. It was almost as if my body was determined to indulge in this filthiness, like it was part of some bizarre ritual. Once I'd emptied myself completely, I dabbed at my crotch with a tissue soaked in warm water – another one of my little quirks. Even though it didn't really clean anything, the act itself felt strangely soothing somehow. And then, as an afterthought, I took a long, slow slide downwards into the murky mess I'd made for myself – it was like taking a dip in a pool of chocolate syrup, only much more intimate. And that's how I spent my night: rolling around in my own filth until my skin was sticky and my body ached with satisfaction. Despite how unsanitary it all seemed, there was something undeniably thrilling about pushing myself to the limits this way. If you've ever wondered what it would be like to surrender yourself completely to your basest desires...well, let's just say that this experience is sure to give you a taste of just that!