Posted by mr_wiz on December 09, 1998 at 11:03
Just a short note about my personal situation. But thought it might interest others -- love to hear from you. I post this in the "pee section" intentionally.
My wife gets into pee just to please me, and that took a long time and lots of convincing. How I wish she'd share the same psyche as me and do it for her own pleasure. If that wasn't struggle enough to get her interested, now I'm really getting into poop. Only tried it a few times in past, but recently done it often. I offer this note (for my wife to read and others too) as to what I'm thinking and feeling as I'm being a bad boy. My wife finds poop to be totally repulsive, absolutely unexceptable. "No way" she says, I won't try it and will never get into it. Totally disgusting.
So, I arise in the morning and usually need to poop almost instantly. I poop twice in morning and and that's it for the day. Now I excercise lots and eat a lot, into body building. Take lots of vitamins and herbs. By the way, taking antioxidents i.e. chloryphyll (spelling?) tabs or liquid makes your poop green in color and virtually no smell. The point is, I arise and usually put on some skimpy white underwear. The pressure to poop builds by the minute as I do some jumping jacks and stretch out, or maybe mist the house plants or make the bed. Just a little activity brings on this wonderful feeling where I literally have to go so bad that I can not control it. I love this loss of control. I "torture" myself when I bend at the waste to stretch, the poop nearly explodes into my clean white underwear, but I hold it in, barely. I'm loving this feeling. Only the wife and oldest child would see me make a terrible mess. So the real torture is that I can not poop into my undies. No choice but to waste it into the toilet.
Ah, but the good days are when the wife drives child to school. Then I have a 20 minute opening to do my dirty deed. Sometimes, I wait to go so long that as I begin to climb the stairs to go to the toilet, I literally lose control and push a beautiful huge pile into my undies. The warm massive load feels terrific. I have to be careful not to lose some of it out the sides of the undies as I walk to the bathroom. I opon the medicine chest mirrored door to face the bathtub. I take my filthy mess and smear it all over my ass, watching myself in the mirror. I pull the underwear into a thong-like mass up my butt crack. I smear the shit all over my ass and then turn around and smear it all over my cock wrecking my clean underwear completely. Then sometimes I like to sit in the tub and squish it all over even more so. Then I stand and watch as I piss into my filthy undies, watching the wet stain grow. I hurridly clean it all up and shower and race down stairs to the laundry room before my wife gets home.
It's gotten to the point that as soon as I put on the skimpy white undies first thing in morn, It's like a signal to my brain to be a bad boy. Makes me have to poop all the more urgently. All these years into pee games, and now this. It's exhilerating for me, but it's really going to disgust the wife. What's a man to do? This urgent "I really have to poop" feeling is so wonderful that I think I like it better than a contrived or pre-planned urgent "I gotta go pee feeling".
Anybody care to hear all this? Or should I stick to writing stories.
Email: mr_wiz_38@yahoo.com