Anonymous
7/24/2025, 7:06:49 PM No.213099539
Every time after I shit, I crouch down in the shower, and put the pressure on max, aiming it right at my ass to wash off the shit.
Now, you might say
>install a bidet
But I refuse. The guests? Fuck them. They will approach my house with the respect it deserves - it's not a toilet. I want my guests to TIME their shits around my lack of a bidet, so when they come over, they shit in their own home, then hold it in when they come into my abode. If they have to shit, then walking around with a shitty ass is their penance. I look in their eyes after they're out of the toilet, subtly inhaling the lingering smell of shit on them - and we both know that they have a shitty ass, and I don't - my asshole is a temple. I don't say anything, I simply give them a knowing look, and nod slightly, acknowledging my superiority.
Now, I used to feel weird about washing my ass after shitting - not the process itself - it is necessary, but the way the sharticles and shitty water runs down my thighs and balls.
But recently, I started embracing it - no, YEARNING for it.
I picture myself as a prized stallion getting hosed down before a race, or after a good breeding session with a filly they brought in for me.
I now aim the water deliberately, so it RUNS DOWN MY BALLS, coating it in shit water.
It's a primal feeling, because under the thin veneer of civilization, I am an ANIMAL.
I let the water run down my heavy balls - because LORD KNOWS he gave me some BIG ones - as the water cascades down my pendulous testicles filled with thick, virile, POTENT, LIFE-GIVING SEED. I make rhythmic, low, guttural grunts as I stare forward, maintaining the ancestral link between me and my caveman forefathers, and nomadic CHADCESTORS who, undoubtedly, walked around with balls and asses covered in their shit, shit nuggets PROUDLY nestled right where they belong, tangled within the rich tapestry of their ass hair as they RAPED FERTILE FOREIGN WOMEN, planting their thick seed DEEP.
Now, you might say
>install a bidet
But I refuse. The guests? Fuck them. They will approach my house with the respect it deserves - it's not a toilet. I want my guests to TIME their shits around my lack of a bidet, so when they come over, they shit in their own home, then hold it in when they come into my abode. If they have to shit, then walking around with a shitty ass is their penance. I look in their eyes after they're out of the toilet, subtly inhaling the lingering smell of shit on them - and we both know that they have a shitty ass, and I don't - my asshole is a temple. I don't say anything, I simply give them a knowing look, and nod slightly, acknowledging my superiority.
Now, I used to feel weird about washing my ass after shitting - not the process itself - it is necessary, but the way the sharticles and shitty water runs down my thighs and balls.
But recently, I started embracing it - no, YEARNING for it.
I picture myself as a prized stallion getting hosed down before a race, or after a good breeding session with a filly they brought in for me.
I now aim the water deliberately, so it RUNS DOWN MY BALLS, coating it in shit water.
It's a primal feeling, because under the thin veneer of civilization, I am an ANIMAL.
I let the water run down my heavy balls - because LORD KNOWS he gave me some BIG ones - as the water cascades down my pendulous testicles filled with thick, virile, POTENT, LIFE-GIVING SEED. I make rhythmic, low, guttural grunts as I stare forward, maintaining the ancestral link between me and my caveman forefathers, and nomadic CHADCESTORS who, undoubtedly, walked around with balls and asses covered in their shit, shit nuggets PROUDLY nestled right where they belong, tangled within the rich tapestry of their ass hair as they RAPED FERTILE FOREIGN WOMEN, planting their thick seed DEEP.
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