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02-26-2009, 12:02 PM
A Walk in the Park
by Elegant Death
This story might not be for everyone’s taste, but it was once singled out for “Merit” on a now defunct erotica story site.
Lissa, the "30-something" Swedish bank clerk stepped out the door, into the mid-afternoon summer sun. It was April, and summer had begun early this year in Sweden. The day was incredibly hot for being 5PM, and Lissa felt the beads of sweat form on her forehead immediately, trickling down her cheek and neck, into the soft silky material of the bra that encompassed her large full breasts.
As Lissa strode out the door, she decided that the weather was much too nice to be wasted on a cab home, so she made the decision to take the long way home, on foot, through the park. This of course, added an extra 30 minutes to Lissa's journey home, but it also afforded her an extra 30 minutes out in the sun; a half hour that Lissa realized she desperately needed. It had been an excruciatingly long and painful day of sitting around, listening to full-of-themselves lawyers for whom Lissa worked, and she was sick of it. Just once, she wished she could get her hands on those "good ol' boys" and strangle the living daylights out of them, she thought, as she made her way to the edge of the park.
Lissa looked up, and took a moment to bathe in the heat of the blazing sun, before ducking beneath the cover of trees that lined the park pathways. Lissa loved the sun. Ever since she had been a child, she would make any excuse she could to be outside. And today's weather brought back those special memories of her childhood.
Lissa had an interesting habit...that had begun, quite innocently, at the age of 6. She had been outside, playing out in her sandbox, she recalled, when the need to "go potty" hit her. Lissa, being a young little precocious girl, even at that age, decided that she just couldn't bring herself to go back inside, simply go to the little girl's room, and come back. Why couldn't she just go potty here in the sandbox, she thought to herself. So, right then and there, Lissa decided that she would relieve herself in the sandbox. She vividly remembered standing up, and looking around, to make sure no one was looking. Then, she dug a large hole in the sand. Moving her cute little fanny over the small hole, Lissa lowered her pants and panties, and began to push. Slowly, the log emerged. It was long, and thick, and almost felt to her as if she was straining a large kilbasa sausage from within her bowels. Slowly, the shit-log snaked from her tiny round bum, and finally, after several moments of hard pushing, the log broke off, and fell into the hole. Lissa stood up, and looked down, between her legs, into the hole. She couldn't help but gasp, and giggle at the size of the dark, rich brown 'snake' that lay in a curled pile in the bottom of the sandpit. Quickly, Lissa pulled her pants back up, and covered the pile. It was then that Lissa knew she would be most happy, when she was able to relieve herself outside in the open air.
Even now, a full quarter century later, Lissa still enjoyed the sensations of a good shit. And today was no exception. As she made her way through the long, windy paths of the park, she could feel the fullness begin to build in her gut. Lissa stopped for a moment, and caught her breath. She realized that her feet had quickened their pace, and she was now in a quick scamper to make her way home, before the full feeling in her ass overcame her, and she was forced to shit herself. Not that shitting herself would be all that bad, she thought to herself.
But, today, she was feeling especially adventurous. She quickly assessed her situation, as she found a tree, and leant back to catch her breath. Her ears perked up slightly, listening for the sounds of anyone approaching, from either side of the path. Good, she thought, she was alone.
Lissa slowly stepped forward, looking around for a bush or pile of brush to hide behind, but to her dismay, there were none. Only trees surrounded her. Lissa looked around some more, checking instinctively up into the trees, to make sure no one was hiding there. She did happen to catch what appeared to be a tree-house that someone had built up in one of the tall oak trees that lined the park pathway, but, upon closer inspection, she decided that no one was up there. So, Lissa decided her best bet was to simply let go, and release the pressure of her bowels, right there in the middle of the pathway. She slowly stepped forward, and stood in the dead center of the path. Slowly lowering her skirt and panties down to her knees, Lissa squatted, and began to grunt. Her eyes always looking around, and up into the trees to make sure no one was watching. Slowly, she began to push, She felt the heaviness of the enormous boulder, as it slowly pressed its way against her tiny rosebud. Slowly, the hole began to give way to the pressure, and before she knew it, she heard the telltale "thud" of the shit hitting the ground. Lissa slowly caught her breath, and stood, noticing for the first time in what seemed like months, that she was wet with arousal.
It had been nearly a year since Lissa had been with a man now. At first, she had shrugged off the phenomena to herself, saying that she was just too busy to have a relationship with a man, and she certainly wasn't a slut, and would never, ever go for a one-night stand, just to help herself 'get off'. But, slowly, as time passed, and the days grew further and further from that last time, Lissa began to rationalize to herself that she simply didn't need a man. After all, she had her hands, and her handy-dandy little best friend, "Bob" (Battery Operated Boyfriend).
Lissa quickly fixed her skirt, smoothing it down, as she ran her hands softly across the front of her crotch, softly pressing on her sex through the material to stimulate herself. She let out a soft, "Mmmmm...yyyyyeeeeees" before realizing that it probably wasn't a good idea to be masturbating out here in the park. So she quickly righted herself, and strode off for home.
The next morning, Lissa awoke, hornier than she had been in a long, long time. She spent a full hour with Bob, and still had not been unable to bring herself to a sufficient orgasm. Finally, she realized what she needed. She just HAD to go and check to see if her pile was still there from the night before.
Quickly, Lissa threw on a T-shirt and jeans, over her nakedness, and strode out the door. Luckily, today was Friday, "casual day" at work, so she was able to get away with just the simple black T-shirt and her cut off jean shorts.
Lissa bounded out the door, almost with a skip in her step, and ran to the park. As she approached the spot where she had spent that glorious time the day before, Lissa stopped. She looked around, her mouth dropping in shock and dismay. To Lissa's horror, it appeared as if something had gotten to her pile. It was still there, but something, or someone, had obviously been playing in it. The pile was now smashed into the ground, and had been smeared in a large circle that nearly covered a full square foot of the cement that made up the park path.
Lissa had to take a deep breath, and gather her mind for a moment. All she could do was sit there, staring at what had once been a beautiful rounded mound of chocolate brown shit, now fully smeared into the ground, the majority of the bulk seemingly taken away by some unusual creature. Lissa looked up, and took in her surroundings, still struggling to get her bearings. She looked around, and saw no one. She began to think that maybe some animal had gotten to the pile, and had been sifting through the waste looking for any bits of undigested food it could find.
Finally, Lissa looked up into the trees. Something in the back of her mind drew her eyes directly to the tree-house. "Could it be?" she thought. Was someone watching her? and had he or she come down from the tree-house, like some modern day Tarzan, and scooped up Lissa’s shit for his or her own demented pleasure? Somehow, the thought of this event happening actually brought back Lissa's arousal.
As Lissa looked up into the tree-house, she swore she heard the resounding sounds of a loud giggle ringing through the trees, and had definitely seen a flash of something moving up there. What was it? A tennis shoe? A leg? Whatever it was, it was most certainly not an animal. No animal she knew of wore white tennis shoes and jeans.
Her mind began to whirl and spin, now wondering what she could do to find out exactly what had taken such an interest in her shit. Luckily, at that moment, Lissa began to feel the need in her stomach rising. She had had a huge lunch the day before, and had not had a bowel movement since her adventure in the park the evening before.
Quickly, this time with a much more intense sense of purpose, Lissa threw down her jean-shorts, and squatted. She grunted for a few moments, before feeling the slow waves of her bowels rippling...pushing her shit out into the cold cruel world. She stood up, and looked down between her legs, the flash of memory of being that 6yr old girl flooding her mind, only serving to increase her arousal.
As she looked down and examined the large boulder, thick, rich and creamy, the light from the sun reflecting off its wetness, she couldn't help but notice its resemblance to a large scoop of chocolate ice-cream that had been dropped and splattered onto the cement. With a confident smile on her face, she quickly zipped herself up, not even bothering to wipe the smeared little residual of feces that covered her hole, and bound off to her office.
Work that day seemed even more excruciating than usual. As she sat in the meetings and lectures of her superiors, all she could think about was that enormous pile of beautiful shit that sat in the park, lonely and waiting to be attended to...but, by what...or whom? Again she became perplexed at the thought of just who would have taken such an interest in her shit. But, whoever it was, she had to find out.
As Lissa made her way back through the park that evening, she stopped at where her pile of shit had been left that morning. To her surprise, and incredible happiness, the pile that Lissa had left was gone. But, left in its place were 2 more piles of shit, and a note laying beside them:
"Dear beautiful shit lady," the letter read, as Lissa read on in amazement. "We are a couple of young homeless girls, who live up in the tree-house near this path in the park." Lissa looked up from her reading, and stared into the trees. She gazed up, and saw the tree-house. At first glance, the tree-house appeared to be vacant, but, Lissa swore she could see the outlines of faces hiding behind the half open curtain in the window. Lissa smiled, and continued reading.
"We know it's a dirty nasty thing, but, we just love shit. We would like to offer this gift, a pile of our own shits, as a token of our thanks. Please, feel free to leave us a pile whenever you feel like it, and we will do the same."
Lissa looked up into the tree-house again, and called out, "Hello? Are you there?" The girls suddenly disappeared behind the curtain. "You can come out, girls...I'm not mad...in fact...I'm glad you like my shit."
Several minutes passed, and the girls didn't come out. Lissa's heart sunk. Suddenly, she had the overwhelming urge to meet these girls. But, she realized it was futile now. So she had an idea. Lissa grabbed a pen out of her purse and bent down. Using her own thigh as a table, she began to write, on the back of the same paper.
"Dear girls, I thank you for the note. And I thank you also for taking such an interest in my shit. I too love to shit. Please, accept the gift of my shit with pride and joy, and look forward to more in the future. And if you should be so inclined, please leave me a pile of your own shits...Love, Shitting Lissa."
With that, Lissa dropped the note down onto the ground, and slowly strode off home. Occasionally looking back, over her shoulder to the tree-house. She smiled to herself, thinking, "How lovely."
And from that day forward, from early that April, until nearly Mid-November, when the weather had become much too cold to be walking through the park to work, Lissa and the two anonymous girls exchanged shits almost daily. And even though they never met, Lissa began to feel as if her life was revitalized. Each time she left a pile of shit for the girls, she felt a sense of accomplishment, which began to seep into her business life. By New Years that following year, Lissa had been promoted twice, and now was 3rd in line for the Presidency of the company. She no longer wanted to strangle her co-workers, and it was all due to these two anonymous "shit-girls."
by Elegant Death
This story might not be for everyone’s taste, but it was once singled out for “Merit” on a now defunct erotica story site.
Lissa, the "30-something" Swedish bank clerk stepped out the door, into the mid-afternoon summer sun. It was April, and summer had begun early this year in Sweden. The day was incredibly hot for being 5PM, and Lissa felt the beads of sweat form on her forehead immediately, trickling down her cheek and neck, into the soft silky material of the bra that encompassed her large full breasts.
As Lissa strode out the door, she decided that the weather was much too nice to be wasted on a cab home, so she made the decision to take the long way home, on foot, through the park. This of course, added an extra 30 minutes to Lissa's journey home, but it also afforded her an extra 30 minutes out in the sun; a half hour that Lissa realized she desperately needed. It had been an excruciatingly long and painful day of sitting around, listening to full-of-themselves lawyers for whom Lissa worked, and she was sick of it. Just once, she wished she could get her hands on those "good ol' boys" and strangle the living daylights out of them, she thought, as she made her way to the edge of the park.
Lissa looked up, and took a moment to bathe in the heat of the blazing sun, before ducking beneath the cover of trees that lined the park pathways. Lissa loved the sun. Ever since she had been a child, she would make any excuse she could to be outside. And today's weather brought back those special memories of her childhood.
Lissa had an interesting habit...that had begun, quite innocently, at the age of 6. She had been outside, playing out in her sandbox, she recalled, when the need to "go potty" hit her. Lissa, being a young little precocious girl, even at that age, decided that she just couldn't bring herself to go back inside, simply go to the little girl's room, and come back. Why couldn't she just go potty here in the sandbox, she thought to herself. So, right then and there, Lissa decided that she would relieve herself in the sandbox. She vividly remembered standing up, and looking around, to make sure no one was looking. Then, she dug a large hole in the sand. Moving her cute little fanny over the small hole, Lissa lowered her pants and panties, and began to push. Slowly, the log emerged. It was long, and thick, and almost felt to her as if she was straining a large kilbasa sausage from within her bowels. Slowly, the shit-log snaked from her tiny round bum, and finally, after several moments of hard pushing, the log broke off, and fell into the hole. Lissa stood up, and looked down, between her legs, into the hole. She couldn't help but gasp, and giggle at the size of the dark, rich brown 'snake' that lay in a curled pile in the bottom of the sandpit. Quickly, Lissa pulled her pants back up, and covered the pile. It was then that Lissa knew she would be most happy, when she was able to relieve herself outside in the open air.
Even now, a full quarter century later, Lissa still enjoyed the sensations of a good shit. And today was no exception. As she made her way through the long, windy paths of the park, she could feel the fullness begin to build in her gut. Lissa stopped for a moment, and caught her breath. She realized that her feet had quickened their pace, and she was now in a quick scamper to make her way home, before the full feeling in her ass overcame her, and she was forced to shit herself. Not that shitting herself would be all that bad, she thought to herself.
But, today, she was feeling especially adventurous. She quickly assessed her situation, as she found a tree, and leant back to catch her breath. Her ears perked up slightly, listening for the sounds of anyone approaching, from either side of the path. Good, she thought, she was alone.
Lissa slowly stepped forward, looking around for a bush or pile of brush to hide behind, but to her dismay, there were none. Only trees surrounded her. Lissa looked around some more, checking instinctively up into the trees, to make sure no one was hiding there. She did happen to catch what appeared to be a tree-house that someone had built up in one of the tall oak trees that lined the park pathway, but, upon closer inspection, she decided that no one was up there. So, Lissa decided her best bet was to simply let go, and release the pressure of her bowels, right there in the middle of the pathway. She slowly stepped forward, and stood in the dead center of the path. Slowly lowering her skirt and panties down to her knees, Lissa squatted, and began to grunt. Her eyes always looking around, and up into the trees to make sure no one was watching. Slowly, she began to push, She felt the heaviness of the enormous boulder, as it slowly pressed its way against her tiny rosebud. Slowly, the hole began to give way to the pressure, and before she knew it, she heard the telltale "thud" of the shit hitting the ground. Lissa slowly caught her breath, and stood, noticing for the first time in what seemed like months, that she was wet with arousal.
It had been nearly a year since Lissa had been with a man now. At first, she had shrugged off the phenomena to herself, saying that she was just too busy to have a relationship with a man, and she certainly wasn't a slut, and would never, ever go for a one-night stand, just to help herself 'get off'. But, slowly, as time passed, and the days grew further and further from that last time, Lissa began to rationalize to herself that she simply didn't need a man. After all, she had her hands, and her handy-dandy little best friend, "Bob" (Battery Operated Boyfriend).
Lissa quickly fixed her skirt, smoothing it down, as she ran her hands softly across the front of her crotch, softly pressing on her sex through the material to stimulate herself. She let out a soft, "Mmmmm...yyyyyeeeeees" before realizing that it probably wasn't a good idea to be masturbating out here in the park. So she quickly righted herself, and strode off for home.
The next morning, Lissa awoke, hornier than she had been in a long, long time. She spent a full hour with Bob, and still had not been unable to bring herself to a sufficient orgasm. Finally, she realized what she needed. She just HAD to go and check to see if her pile was still there from the night before.
Quickly, Lissa threw on a T-shirt and jeans, over her nakedness, and strode out the door. Luckily, today was Friday, "casual day" at work, so she was able to get away with just the simple black T-shirt and her cut off jean shorts.
Lissa bounded out the door, almost with a skip in her step, and ran to the park. As she approached the spot where she had spent that glorious time the day before, Lissa stopped. She looked around, her mouth dropping in shock and dismay. To Lissa's horror, it appeared as if something had gotten to her pile. It was still there, but something, or someone, had obviously been playing in it. The pile was now smashed into the ground, and had been smeared in a large circle that nearly covered a full square foot of the cement that made up the park path.
Lissa had to take a deep breath, and gather her mind for a moment. All she could do was sit there, staring at what had once been a beautiful rounded mound of chocolate brown shit, now fully smeared into the ground, the majority of the bulk seemingly taken away by some unusual creature. Lissa looked up, and took in her surroundings, still struggling to get her bearings. She looked around, and saw no one. She began to think that maybe some animal had gotten to the pile, and had been sifting through the waste looking for any bits of undigested food it could find.
Finally, Lissa looked up into the trees. Something in the back of her mind drew her eyes directly to the tree-house. "Could it be?" she thought. Was someone watching her? and had he or she come down from the tree-house, like some modern day Tarzan, and scooped up Lissa’s shit for his or her own demented pleasure? Somehow, the thought of this event happening actually brought back Lissa's arousal.
As Lissa looked up into the tree-house, she swore she heard the resounding sounds of a loud giggle ringing through the trees, and had definitely seen a flash of something moving up there. What was it? A tennis shoe? A leg? Whatever it was, it was most certainly not an animal. No animal she knew of wore white tennis shoes and jeans.
Her mind began to whirl and spin, now wondering what she could do to find out exactly what had taken such an interest in her shit. Luckily, at that moment, Lissa began to feel the need in her stomach rising. She had had a huge lunch the day before, and had not had a bowel movement since her adventure in the park the evening before.
Quickly, this time with a much more intense sense of purpose, Lissa threw down her jean-shorts, and squatted. She grunted for a few moments, before feeling the slow waves of her bowels rippling...pushing her shit out into the cold cruel world. She stood up, and looked down between her legs, the flash of memory of being that 6yr old girl flooding her mind, only serving to increase her arousal.
As she looked down and examined the large boulder, thick, rich and creamy, the light from the sun reflecting off its wetness, she couldn't help but notice its resemblance to a large scoop of chocolate ice-cream that had been dropped and splattered onto the cement. With a confident smile on her face, she quickly zipped herself up, not even bothering to wipe the smeared little residual of feces that covered her hole, and bound off to her office.
Work that day seemed even more excruciating than usual. As she sat in the meetings and lectures of her superiors, all she could think about was that enormous pile of beautiful shit that sat in the park, lonely and waiting to be attended to...but, by what...or whom? Again she became perplexed at the thought of just who would have taken such an interest in her shit. But, whoever it was, she had to find out.
As Lissa made her way back through the park that evening, she stopped at where her pile of shit had been left that morning. To her surprise, and incredible happiness, the pile that Lissa had left was gone. But, left in its place were 2 more piles of shit, and a note laying beside them:
"Dear beautiful shit lady," the letter read, as Lissa read on in amazement. "We are a couple of young homeless girls, who live up in the tree-house near this path in the park." Lissa looked up from her reading, and stared into the trees. She gazed up, and saw the tree-house. At first glance, the tree-house appeared to be vacant, but, Lissa swore she could see the outlines of faces hiding behind the half open curtain in the window. Lissa smiled, and continued reading.
"We know it's a dirty nasty thing, but, we just love shit. We would like to offer this gift, a pile of our own shits, as a token of our thanks. Please, feel free to leave us a pile whenever you feel like it, and we will do the same."
Lissa looked up into the tree-house again, and called out, "Hello? Are you there?" The girls suddenly disappeared behind the curtain. "You can come out, girls...I'm not mad...in fact...I'm glad you like my shit."
Several minutes passed, and the girls didn't come out. Lissa's heart sunk. Suddenly, she had the overwhelming urge to meet these girls. But, she realized it was futile now. So she had an idea. Lissa grabbed a pen out of her purse and bent down. Using her own thigh as a table, she began to write, on the back of the same paper.
"Dear girls, I thank you for the note. And I thank you also for taking such an interest in my shit. I too love to shit. Please, accept the gift of my shit with pride and joy, and look forward to more in the future. And if you should be so inclined, please leave me a pile of your own shits...Love, Shitting Lissa."
With that, Lissa dropped the note down onto the ground, and slowly strode off home. Occasionally looking back, over her shoulder to the tree-house. She smiled to herself, thinking, "How lovely."
And from that day forward, from early that April, until nearly Mid-November, when the weather had become much too cold to be walking through the park to work, Lissa and the two anonymous girls exchanged shits almost daily. And even though they never met, Lissa began to feel as if her life was revitalized. Each time she left a pile of shit for the girls, she felt a sense of accomplishment, which began to seep into her business life. By New Years that following year, Lissa had been promoted twice, and now was 3rd in line for the Presidency of the company. She no longer wanted to strangle her co-workers, and it was all due to these two anonymous "shit-girls."