Eat My Caviar - Before Shower Poop

I had been rushing all morning, running from one errand to the next, barely taking any time to breathe. I forgot to eat breakfast, grabbed a hasty lunch, and was desperately trying to make it to my next appointment on time. All the while, my bowels were churning and grumbling, reminding me that I desperately needed to take a shit. By the time I finally made it home, I was exhausted and aching with hunger. But there was no way I could possibly find the time to take a dump before my evening plans. So I reluctantly postponed it till after my shower, promising myself I'd clean up then.

After tossing my clothes into the laundry basket and pouring myself a glass of wine, I stripped out of my jeans and tank top, eager to cool off under the hot water. The steam from the shower clouded my vision as I stepped inside, the heat immediately soothing my aching muscles. I let out a contented sigh, leaning my head against the cold tiles of the shower wall, letting the water drip slowly down my body.

As I lathered up my soap bar, I couldn't help but think about how full my bowels were, how much I had to take a shit. It made my stomach churn with anticipation, mixing with the warmth of the water to create a delicious sensation deep inside. I let out a moan, unable to resist the urge to rub my fingers against my opening, teasing myself with the thought of what was to come.

By the time I was done washing, the desire for release was almost unbearable. I stepped out of the shower, grabbing a fluffy towel to dry off. My body was tingling with anticipation as I stood before the toilet, my asshole twitching in eager anticipation. Slowly, I lowered myself onto the cold toilet seat, taking a deep breath as my muscles relaxed. And then, without warning, the dam broke. A gush of hot, steaming liquids burst forth from my asshole, filling the toilet bowl with the sweet fragrance of freshly-shitted poop.

Groaning in pleasure, I leaned back against the tiled wall, my eyes closed as I imagined the smell wafting up to fill the room. It was at that moment that I realized I had forgotten to pick up the cigarette butt I had left in the ashtray earlier. A grin spread across my face as I remembered my earlier acceleration of digestion. My stubborn refusal to smoke inside of course had led to me holding in my bowel movements, resulting in this glorious act of self-punishment. I chuckled softly, shaking my head in amusement before reaching down to pick up the butt.

Satisfied with the wealth of fresh caviar now covering the bowl, I felt my arousal reach a crescendo. Slowly, I lifted my newly clean asshole up to the mouth of the toilet, tip-toeing gingerly as the warm, delicious smell engulfed me. Weaving my fingers through my tangled hair, I gently guided the tip of my dick into my anus, moaning softly at the feeling of fullness and release. I pumped my hips, grinding against the cool tile of the shower floor, my asshole clenching tightly around the invading cock. All the while, the cool breeze from the exhaust fan overhead blew against my sopping wet skin, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

As I felt my orgasm building within me, I cupped my hands under my aching balls, squeezing gently as if trying to hold back the oncoming tide. But it was no use. With a primal cry, I erupted into the bowl below me, painting a fiery trail of come against the cool ceramic. Shuddering with release, I finally let go, allowing my seed to mingle with the rich treasure of caviar beneath. As I leaned back against the wall, panting heavily, I couldn't help but smile. There was nothing quite like the feeling of eating my own caviar before shower poop...

And with that thought, I heaved myself to my feet, grabbing a handful of toilet paper to clean myself up. I couldn't wait to see what my next day's breakfast would bring...