Shit In His Mouth
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Shit In His Mouth
If You Think Eating Shit is Wrong, Then You Are a Bad Person
On Middle-Aged Lassitude and Low Self-Esteem
Introducing the Survivor Generation
What does it mean to love? And why shouldn’t everyone be allowed to let those sparks warm their heart? I thought I felt this way. I thought that I could hear anyone’s desire and immediately accept that what they wanted from another person would be considered valid. But I was wrong. It turned out that I was just as bad as any republican.
I met them on yik yak while probing into the seedy underbelly of the anonymous sex world. I wanted to find out why this was such a pervasive desire. I also wanted to get laid. But when I met them I felt I had struck a gold mine. They messaged me on kik, with the username toiletmouth, and they wanted to have someone shit in their mouth.
I was baffled by the thought that someone in our community could have the hunger, I asked myself, how did this hit our hometown? Why us?! Is it this pervasive liberalism that has diseased the community? I felt religion flooding back into my skin and knew that the rapture had come. But I was wrong.
There was only ever one scene in a novel that was so vile for me that I almost couldn’t make it through it. It was in Gravity’s Rainbow ,
“She turns, ‘Hold up my fur.’ . . . ‘Be careful, don’t touch my skin.’ Her intestines whine softly . . . A dark turd appears out the crevice, out of the absolute darkness between her white buttocks . . . he leans forward to surround the hot turd with his lips, sucking on it tenderly, licking along its lower side . . . The stink of shit floods his nose, gathering him, surrounding. . . The turd slides into his mouth, down to his gullet. He gags, but bravely clamps his teeth shut.”
I could feel it, I could smell it, and I had to escape it. The turd mixed with the slime of my throat and vomit building in pressure against the back. Pynchon had pulled Two Girls One Cup from the maw of low culture and had placed it in my precious novel. But in that immersion I also grew more comfortable with it. Someone eating shit had made its first entrance into my mind and in some way I had already began to grow comfortable with it.
I quickly found myself uninformed on the subject of poop eating. I assumed they had a fetish. I said that a fetish is something that a person sexualizes that is abnormal to standard sexual practice, but they explained to me otherwise, “a fetish is something which a person necessarily sexualizes, which they cannot achieve satisfaction without.” I was skeptical and still am skeptical on the idea of a person needing what they fetishize to achieve sexual satisfaction, but I do think that my original assumption of what a fetish should be was wrong. It did lead me further into the inquiry of the difference between fetishes and kinks.
Trying to find out whether it was a fetish or kink I began searching the internet. Googling “coprophagia” or “poop eating” you’ll quickly find a wikipedia article on the subject with the quote, “In humans, coprophagia has been observed in individuals with mental illness.” This is the first line that talks about people who eat poop and it immediately associates this poop eating with mental illness, delegitimizing the act. But if one reads close it’s hidden in there that the act isn’t necessarily a result of mental illness. I didn’t want this though. I wanted to learn about Coprophagia as an action, I wanted to learn about the community around this kink, but there was nothing. As Scaruffi says in his essay Wikipedia As a Force for Evil , “the popularity of Wikipedia is de facto obliterating all the alternative sources that one could use to doublecheck Wikipedia articles.” Wikipedia becomes a source for the dominant ideology to control the base. Moving on to coprophilia, or the paraphilia of feces, we see that coprophilia is strictly defined by Wikipedia in terms of the Diagnostics and Statistics Manual of Mental Disorders — once again defining the act of eating poop as a mental disorder — with the only criteria being that someone partakes in it, suggesting nothing abnormal other than a social taboo as justification.
In Foucault’s History of Sexuality Vol. 1 he presents for the first time the idea of Biopower, which is the use of a dominant system — the nation state — to use diverse techniques to subjugate the individuals, particularly through the use of ideology. In this case the ideology that we want to bring into question is the scat taboo. We must question why this taboo is in place and why we should isolate individuals who eat poop. Why do we suppress them?
Rather than thinking about things in the abstract, I wanted to just know what toiletmouth’s thoughts were. So I asked them directly, “Why do you want people to poop in your mouth?” They said, “Well the post was a joke but I mean if someone does actually want to poop in my mouth it’s something at least worth trying at least once” I thought it was ridiculous how benignly they placed themselves in relation to poop.
But it’s not. Someone should be allowed to place themselves in a casual manner to feces, just like people should be allowed to place themselves in casual relation to partners of the same sex. So I decided to ask them if it gets them off and they said, “Yeah, I mean the thought does. I don’t know if the act would which is why I’m willing to try. There is definitely an appeal to the idea of being so submissive to a person that I am literally a waste receptacle to them. There is also just the taboo nature of it. Even without the power dynamic there is something interesting about playing with something so generally considered to be dirty and private.”
In posterity I’m glad that they wanted to talk to me and that they continued talking to me for so long, especially when I was just treating them as a resource for my own gain. I am eating from the trash can all the time, but now maybe, I can eat shit instead. I am free to dream of shit swirling in my mouth, like a delicious cocktail.
Moving along, I asked them if they had ever tried shit or if this would be their first time, I also asked them if they were afraid of vomiting, “I have tried poop, I don’t think that’s a guarantee against vomiting though. I don’t think there would necessarily be a problem with vomiting, I mean a person is already pooping in my mouth. How much different is it from rimming? I mean I’ve eaten ass that isn’t clean before and if anything it was more hot than if they were clean.” At this point I was feeling more comfortable with talking to them finding that they were so willing to just spill the beans. I continued pestering them, pushing them harder. I asked four consecutive questions in a row on the tiny screen I hastily typed on, “Do you have any fetishes? Are you in Kink Positive? Are you just really into submission? What is your gender?” I had to know, but out of nowhere toiletmouth turned my questioning back against me, “Your aggressive questioning makes me not want to talk to you.” This was the point that the glass had shattered. This whole time I had believed toiletmouth to be the sicko, the vile creature, but it was me, I had overbearingly pushed myself into their life, their fetish and turned it into a game for myself. I felt like a piece of shit. They were so polite and so willing to speak to me, but I betrayed their trust by unrelentingly bombarding them with questions. I apologized, telling them I was sorry, that I was just fascinated and excited to speak to someone about this, I felt like Plato, stepping out of the cave. I made sure that they knew I wasn’t judging them and in that moment I knew I could say that in earnest. My eyes were open.
I asked them a few more questions about domination and submission, about shit in general. In the final texts I told them they should write their thesis on this, they responded with an LOL and I knew that I had made a friend in that moment. The last thing they asked was if I had any fetishes, so I responded, but today I’m still waiting for the sent in the bottom corner of the message to change to read so this conversation can continue.
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Wife told me she wanted to experiment, I obliged, then she attempted to eat my feces.
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Throwaway account because my wife follows my regular account here. My (28m) wife (26f) and I have admittedly had very vanilla sex throughout our 3 year marriage. We had our first kid a year ago and it seriously slowed down our sex life. However, a little under a month ago she approached me about “trying new things”. She has been hanging out with a group of moms in our neighborhood and one of them told her that she and her husband tried pegging and it completely transformed their marriage. My wife told me that she wanted to try pegging as well to “spice things up”. At first I thought it was a joke, but soon realized she actually wanted to peg me. I had never done assplay before and had always lived by the philosophy that the anus is solely an exit, but my wife made it clear that this was important to her so after a few days I obliged.
That next weekend, she pegged me and everything was surprisingly enjoyable. Additionally, the week following the pegging was one of the best weeks we’ve had together since the birth of our child. We were back to our old sex life, doing things like having sex before work and even waking each other up with head. However, that next weekend she told me she wanted to peg me again. I was slightly confused as to why this last week of sex wasn’t cutting it for her, but I agreed.
This is when things took an extreme turn. During this second pegging while my wife was inside of me, she grabbed my hair, craned my neck to the right, and pressed our foreheads together. I had never seen her take control like this and thought it was very hot until she looked me in the eye and whispered “I want your shit”. I pulled my face away and asked her to repeat and she said “I want you to shit on me”. I pushed her off of me and asked her if she was joking and she started crying. I felt like a fucking dick because she thought I was kinkshaming her. In a way, I was because I thought the request was far too extreme. I ended up leaving for the night and stayed with one of my close friends, but didn’t tell him what happened.
After that incident, my wife and I hardly talked all week unless it related to our son. At the end of the week, I asked my wife to talk about what happened. She told me again that she wanted me to shit on her and that it meant a lot to her. I thought it was sickening, but she claimed this was her deepest, darkest kink. I couldn’t understand how and why my shit excited her, but she insisted that she has always wanted this.
We fought about this for about a week and after watching some scat porn and reading articles by people who also shared this kink, I tried to put myself in my wife’s shoes. I told her that I will shit on her if that is what will turn her on. She was so happy and even though I was still completely nauseated by this desire, I wanted to satisfy her.
That brings us to tonight. We were having sex for the first time this week when I (regrettably) confessed to her that I had to take a shit. She perked up with a smile, sensed my discomfort, and began stroking my hair and whispering encouraging things to me. I still really didn’t want to go through with it, but since I had promised her I pulled out and we ran to the bathroom.
She got into the bathtub and I hung my ass over the side of the tub. I started pushing, but unsurprisingly found it very difficult to successfully shit on my wife. I turned my head around to see my wife staring up and smiling at me waiting for me to finish. With enough time, I was finally able to get a turd to start coming out. I could hear my wife breathing heavier beneath me as my asshole started opening. However, before the turd was able to drop on her chest, I felt a sensation around my asshole.
I turned around and saw my wife - the love of my life, the mother of my son - attempting to catch my turd in her mouth as it fell out of my asshole. I was horrified that she would try to do this, and tried to pull the shit back into my body so she couldn’t receive it in her mouth. Seeing what looked like an attempt by her to eat my shit brought me close to throwing up.
As I clenched my buttcheeks together to try to stop the shit from reaching my wife, the clenching cut off a very small piece of my shit and I heard it land somewhere beneath me. I was too scared and disgusted to look at my wife to see what she had done with it, so I ran to the other bathroom to clean myself. As I was sitting in the other bathroom thinking about how I will ever be able to look my wife in the eye again, I heard footsteps approaching. My wife lightly knocked on the door. I didn’t respond and was on the verge of throwing up the more I thought about what just happened. She walked away and then I got a text from her thanking me for fulfilling her wish and asking me to come to bed.
I’ve been sitting in the living room typing this for the last half hour scared to face my wife. We have plans to take our son to the zoo with another family tomorrow, but I don’t think I can look at her after what she did to me. I feel deceived and violated by the woman I love and trust. During our initial conversations about this, there was never a question that my shit would go anywhere other than her chest. She knew how uncomfortable I was with this in the first place, yet she still tried to push the boundary that we had established.
I would appreciate any feedback from anyone who has experienced a similar violation of trust from a loved one. I’m turning to this sub for advice because for obvious reasons, I cannot tell anyone that knows my wife and I. I know that some of you may find this humorous, but please serious comments only - this is something that could lead to the end of our marriage.
EDIT: I didn't expect this to go to the front page, but my wife has seen the post. I have been unable to face her and there is no way to get out of going to the zoo with the other family today. I appreciate all the serious feedback and I will update tonight.
Edit: Silver, Gold, Platinum? You've got to be shitting me...
I know I’m gonna need 7 digits to even think about this
i feel like tina belcher after reading
I'm a total fucking degenerate and even I had this face the whole time
For anyone who's curious what Two Girls one cup is, it's a delightful christian film. Go watch it now with your kids!
Now is not the time to watch that, Stephanie.
Funniest comment I've read all week 😂
Yea I’m totally serious. Clearly OP and his wife have divergent sexual needs and sex therapy is amazing for helping couples understand one another.
You can get right up in that asshole with 7 small digits.
Ugh those area codes! There’s so many of them though. Which one?
You could start off with a couple of fingers, and work up to 7 digits
Never has this comment been more appropriate and I’ve seen some shit on here, pun intended.
I feel like I need to step in here, but I got nothing.
You don't get Soros' check in the mail every month?!
Seriously, I just finished up Christmas shopping with mine.
I could do this for 3 diamonds and 1 gold.
With her shit eating grin how can you say no?
lol nice. But for real though, I honestly don’t know of a sub that is fit to assess this situation.
Bro, reddit can’t give you the professional counseling you need after this
I need it too. I was eating my breakfast when I read this. Now I’ll never eat again. 😭
Think I’d have stopped eating after reading the title alone 😂
I’m taking a shit and can’t finish anymore... I’ve literally clenched up on the can.
We all have fetishes but it's not like a necessary part of our sex lives. If the husband is uncomfortable with it, he shouldn't do it and his wife should understand. If his wife is in shambles over this, she needs therapy and they need couples therapy for underlying issues.
THIS. It is unacceptable to expect your partner to participate in a sex act they are uncomfortable with. Your kinks are not anyone else’s responsibility. Guilt tripping and manipulating someone to do somethi
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