I share the same interest as any other open-minded individual, but I seek a distinct twist in my preferences. I crave for masked women to urinate, vomit, and defecate on me. They stimulate their throats with their fingers, emptying today’s lunch all over my pitiful figure. They urinate in a cup, forcing me to consume it entirely. Finally, they squat over my face, releasing a wet and pungent feces straight into my eager mouth.