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Unexpected Delivery - part 1
You’re working on a DIY project, building a custom shelf for your growing collection of books. You pause to take a break, wiping sweat from your brow and thinking about how much work you still have left to do. As you stand there, catching your breath, you hear a knock on the door. ‘Ugh, who could that be?’ you mutter under your breath. ‘I’m not expecting anyone.’ You make your way to the door, wiping your hands on your jeans as you go. When you open it, you see Elara standing there with a package in her arms. She smiles at you and says, ‘Hi! I have a delivery for YN?’ ‘That’s me,’ you reply, taking the package from her. You notice she seems nervous, fidgeting with her hands as she stands on your doorstep. There’s also a faint smell of shit coming from her clothes. It’s not overwhelming, but it’s definitely there. Intrigued, you decide to ask her about it. ‘Elara,’ you say, ‘do you mind if I ask you something personal?’ She looks surprised by your question but nods and says, ‘Um, sure. What is it?’ You take a deep breath before asking, ‘Do you like … scat play? I noticed the smell on your clothes.’ Elara’s face turns red, and she stammers, ‘I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ But her eyes give her away. They widen with excitement, and she can’t help but smile. You chuckle and say, ‘It’s okay, I like it too. In fact, I was just working on a project that involves scat play.’ Elara’s eyes light up, and she says, ‘Really? What kind of project?’ You invite her inside, and as you show her the shelf you’re building, you explain how you plan to use it for your scat fetish. Elara listens intently, asking questions and sharing her own experiences with scat play. The more you talk, the more you realize how much you have in common. As the conversation continues, you find yourself drawn to Elara. Her innocent appearance is a stark contrast to her kinky interests, and it’s incredibly hot. You can’t help but wonder what it would be like to explore your fetish with her. Finally, after hours of talking, you say, ‘Elara, I had no idea this delivery would lead to such an interesting conversation. Would you like to stay for coffee?’ She hesitates for a moment before saying, ‘Yes, I’d love to.’ There’s excitement in her voice, and you can tell she’s just as intrigued by you as you are by her. As you make your way to the kitchen, Elara follows close behind. You can feel the tension building between you, and you know that this night is going to be one to remember.
You watch as Elara takes a sip of coffee, her eyes locked on yours across the table. The tension between you is palpable, and it’s clear that neither of you can ignore the erotic atmosphere created by the smell of shit lingering in the air from Elara’s clothes.
‘So,’ you say, breaking the silence, ‘tell me more about your experiences with scat fetishism.’ Elara hesitates for a moment before answering. ‘Well, to be honest, I haven’t really acted on it before. It’s always been more of a fantasy for me.’ She looks down at her hands, twisting the coffee cup nervously. ‘But being here with you, smelling it on my clothes … it’s making me realize how much I want to explore this side of myself.’
You nod in understanding. ‘I know what you mean,’ you say. ‘For me, it’s always been about the taboo nature of it, the thrill of doing something society considers disgusting.’ You pause for a moment, considering your words carefully. ‘But there’s also something incredibly intimate about sharing this kind of experience with someone else who understands.’
Elara looks up at you, her eyes shining with excitement. ‘Yes,’ she says, her voice barely above a whisper. ‘That’s exactly how I feel.’
The conversation continues, each of you sharing your desires and fantasies, building anticipation for what’s to come. Elara reveals that she’s always been curious about receiving scat but has never had the chance to try it. You listen intently, feeling a rush of desire as you imagine being the one to introduce her to this new world.
As the conversation progresses, it becomes clear that both of you are eager to explore your shared interests further. ‘I have an idea,’ you say, leaning forward in your seat. ‘Why don’t we move to the living room? There’s more space and privacy there.’
Elara nods enthusiastically, her cheeks flushing with excitement. You both stand up and make your way to the living room, the tension between you growing stronger with each step.
Once seated on the couch, Elara turns to face you, her eyes filled with anticipation. ‘I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,’ she says, her voice trembling slightly. ‘But I trust you, and I want to experience this with you.’
You smile reassuringly, reaching out to take her hand in yours. ‘I’m glad you feel that way,’ you say. ‘Because I’ve never felt this connected to someone before. It’s like we were meant to explore this together.’
Elara squeezes your hand tightly, her eyes shining with emotion. ‘I know what you mean,’ she says. ‘It feels … right.’
As you sit there holding hands, the anticipation builds to a fever pitch. You can feel your heart racing in your chest, and you know that Elara must be feeling the same way. This is it. The moment you’ve both been waiting for.
Finally, unable to resist the urge any longer, you lean in and kiss her passionately. She responds eagerly, her lips soft and warm against yours. As the kiss deepens, your hands begin to explore each other’s bodies, fingers slipping beneath clothes to caress bare skin.
Breaking away from the kiss, you look into Elara’s eyes, seeing the desire and trust reflected there. ‘Are you ready?’ you ask softly.
She nods, her breath coming in short gasps. ‘Yes,’ she whispers. ‘I’m ready.’
Without another word, you stand up and begin to undress, your movements slow and deliberate. Elara follows suit, her eyes never leaving yours as she reveals her naked body.
As you both stand there, completely exposed, the tension reaches its peak. This is it. The moment of truth. And as you look into Elara’s eyes, you know that there’s no turning back.