I believe I am about to defecate. My preferred plug is once again nestled in my anus, and I can feel the feces pushing against it, attempting to expel it. Oh, what rapture, as a thick, fragrant log emerges, oozing from my anus. What a delightful aroma, it is so soft, fragrant, I cannot resist the urge to handle it. The sensation of feces on my hands, on my skin, on my body is so intoxicating. My genitals and anus are coated in feces, and I am overwhelmed with lust. What a shame there is no toilet slave. I long for him to cleanse my hands and body of this excrement, to crawl to me and lick my dirty anus, to eat the feces off my hands, piece by piece. Consume all of this excrement, slave.