Natalia Kapretti - Sasha missed the smell and taste of shit

Natalia Kapretti - Sasha missed the smell and taste of shit

Sasha couldn't help but miss the shit. This all-encompassing and all-pervading fragrance, she moans, brings her so much pleasure, excites her to such a degree that she feels like she's floating on a cloud. She has to admit that she's become addicted to it. It's like nothing else mattered when she's surrounded by shit, and she wants it, needs it, more and more. She can't get enough of the intoxicating aroma, the sticky texture under her fingers, the taste of it on her tongue. Sasha has always been an adventurous soul, ready to explore new territories, and this shit-obsessed side of her personality is something she never imagined she would develop.

The first time she got a whiff of it, she was appalled at first, but the more she inhaled, the more her body responded to it. It wasn't long before she had this insatiable craving to feel shit against her skin, to let it seep into every pore of her being. Sasha started to experiment with it, trying out different ways to incorporate shit into her life, and she quickly realized that the more she indulged in this dark, taboo pleasure, the more her desire for it grew. Now, she can't live without it, can't imagine her life without the smell and taste of shit.

As she sits at her desk in her office, memories of her latest shit-filled escapade flood her mind. Her body tingles with anticipation at the thought of it. Sasha remembers how she spent hours with her slave, Sasha, who had been trained to live in a toilet, waiting for the moment when she would finally be used as a human toilet by her Mistress. The moment had arrived, and she'd made Sasha lie down on the cold, hard floor, her eyes filled with fear and uncertainty.

Sasha had positioned herself above her slave, the aroma of her own shit filling the air, making her gag a little. She slowly lowered her panties to her ankles, the shit dripping out of her as she leant over Sasha, who was trembling with anticipation underneath her. With one swift movement, she impaled herself on her slave's face, her asshole pressing against Sasha's lips. Sasha forced herself to take the whole thing in, relishing in the taste of her own shit as it filled her mouth, the feeling of it sliding down her throat, lubricating it as it went deeper and deeper inside her. It felt amazing, and she couldn't wait to do it again.

As she walks back to her office after lunch, her mind wanders back to the moment when she was finally able to release her bowels into Sasha's mouth. The feeling of her shit piling up inside her had been unbearable, but the moment she'd pushed it out, she'd felt an incredible sense of relief and pleasure. She remembers the sounds Sasha had made, the way her face contorted as she tried to swallow it all, the way she looked up at her with complete adoration and submission. It was an incredible rush, and Sasha can't wait to experience it again.

Once back at her desk, she opens a secret drawer and takes out a small jar filled with her latest creation - a mixture of her shit and some of Sasha's saliva. She inhales deeply, savoring the smell, before pulling out a small bottle of water and pouring some into the jar. The mixture sloshes around, thick and slimy, and she knows that she'll be spending the rest of the day lost in thought, fantasizing about the next time she can indulge in her dark, dirty desires.