Ah, the familiar feeling of horniness and the urge to defecate once again. There’s something so satisfying about the sensation of a full bowel, and the tingling of my nether regions as they fill with orgasmic pleasure. And what better way to relieve this tension than to hump a pillow, imagining it to be a lover?
As I grind against the soft fabric, I feel a surge of pleasure building within me. The pillow, a poor substitute for a real man, is still able to bring me to the brink of ecstasy as I imagine it thrusting back against me. The pressure in my bowels grows, and I can feel the thick log of waste pressing against my panties.
I moan and hump harder, the excitement of the moment coaxing out my messy deposit. The smell of my own waste fills the room, but I pay it no mind, lost in the throes of pleasure. My orgasm builds and builds, until I can no longer contain myself and explode into a shaking, shuddering release.
As I come down from my high, I bask in the afterglow, still grinding against the pillow and soiling it with my waste. The room may smell, but I am satisfied, my desires sated for the moment.