What on earth are you up to? I asked, entering the kitchen. There I found my unorthodox and mischievous lover, Sasha, cheerfully setting the table.
Just preparing for breakfast, she replied, her smile carrying a veiled secret. She placed the cutlery on the table and settled down with her backside dangling over the plate. A light brown mass wriggled out of her bottom, and with a contented look on her face, she began to relish her unusual breakfast – her own waste. A true little deviant, indeed.