I ate a japanese girl’s poop

Author: jklovee
Word count: 3163
In 2020, everything is so depressing, the same daily life, the life of staying at home, the beast buried in people’s hearts seems to be venting its dissatisfaction with a low growl and a hoarse voice.
Because of the epidemic, I haven’t been back to China for 2 years. Because the school is teaching online, I have become more relaxed. I spend every day in masturbation. I work in the morning, go home to cook and eat, masturbate, sleep, masturbate, and sleep. The time of the day will soon be exhausted.
However, in the process of repeatedly toying with himself, desire is like a scourge, expanding to a limit!
I think that people live to experience a different life, whether poor or rich, as long as you dare to think, do it! This is a life that is not wasted. It is time to change your identity and live. This time I want to be a toilet for women.
I want to use all my love to accept someone, this feeling may be difficult to understand. It is said that appetite is also a kind of sexual desire, which is included in possessiveness. Wanting to get the most unbearable and disgusting thing from a person is like stripping off her clothes, revealing her most shy place, and then hugging her naked and kissing her with tongue. Wouldn’t it be a very romantic thing if you could feed on a person’s stool and use her body as your own nourishment, so that you can survive on each other?
I really admire that I can talk about such pure love.
But I really can’t help it!
I searched for keywords on Twitter and found all the women in Tokyo who can play gold, exhausted my knowledge of Japanese, and politely and tactfully expressed my desire to eat their shit. “Everyone sends an email, although I am a foreigner, someone will definitely reply”, I thought.
Sure enough, I found my first owner, who was two years older than me, and she told me that it doesn’t matter if I’m a foreigner, as long as I pass the Japanese language.
We agreed to meet at the hotel in Akihabara at two o’clock on Saturday.
On Saturday, I finished my part-time job early, went home, took a shower, put on the most energetic clothes, made all the mental preparations, got on the tram, and was ready to eat shit. On the way, she told me that she might be late for a while, and asked me to wait a while, and buy some food by the way, chew it up and feed me. After another ten minutes, she told me that I might not be able to pull it out today, so why not eat more for me. At that time, I was very anxious, and the 20 minutes in the room seemed to have stopped, and every minute and every second was suffering.
After an unknown amount of time, the elevator opened, and there was a sound of high-heeled shoes, my heart beat faster, and there was no knock on the door, and the door just opened. No matter how good my Japanese is, I’m a bit at a loss.
I bowed to her and said, “My name is Zi, please take care of me today.”
She smiled, seemed to see my nervousness, turned around and sat on the stool, “Poop, I can pull it out” was her first sentence. “I bought a lot of delicious food for you today, here, these are for you,” she said.Take out a pack of snacks. “Hey, are you m? Can you eat what I chewed in my mouth?” she said.
Maybe some Japanese people can’t do it, but it’s nothing to me, it’s more like a reward.
“Well! What the master gives is a reward! I will eat it well,” I replied.