Okay, I did my bit of research on this forum and couldnāt find anything so here goes.
When I was, I was with my first boyfriend and he seemed pretty normal at first, but as soon as we got that bit closer, that was it ā he started to unleash the freakiness and it soon became apparent that he was the freakiest of freaks.
He was pushing far too many boundaries far too quickly and I wasnāt comfortable with this because I didnāt know him enough and feel safe enough to do that with him.
The last straw was when he demanded that I eat his poo and that he had done this with his ex-girlfriend and he went into great detail about the taste of it and what he enjoyed .
Basically It all ended because I refused to eat his poo
I was wondering if anybody else had been unfortunate enough to be in a situation like this or is it just me as usual?
P.s. by the way, this isnāt about rimming ā itās purely about eating
God no! Also was it a control/narcissistic thing trying to persuade you to do that? You only had his word that his ex did it, or was that why she became his ex, because that was a request too far?
That was my thoughts too. Humiliation/degradation is a thing for some people and thatās cool, but itās not a thing for everyone. If someone says no, it means no.
@Hannahnim Iāve never heard of this myself, but not long after I moved out of my family home, my mother had a lodger move in to help cover the bills. He seemed like a normal bloke at first: friendly, hard-working, always joking, but the family bathroom kept blocking up.
Turns out, he was a secret waffle-stomper. Iāll let you look it up
It reminded me of a news item from a few years backā¦a woman on a first visit to boyfriends flat and she does a huge unflushable turd, so out of embarrassment decides to get it out of the bog by hand and lob it out of the window, but the window has some sort of extra glazing and she accidentally drops it down the gap, then climbs onto the sill to get her arm down to retrieve it, and gets her arm stuck in the gap necessitating calling out the fire brigade!
I used to know a sub girl who used to suck and lick her Domās penis clean after he peed and she used to swallow the ash from his cigar. You do you but that isnāt for me.
It reckon it mustāve been a control thing. If he had let me know earlier on that he was a boundary pusher, basically I wouldāve avoided him as Iām pretty vanilla. But he had to wait till we were in love because then itās harder to think straight, and being younger as well, the Internet only just come out then (iām old ha ha) and so there was no one to ask or to compare to then.
I do wonder as well did he secretly hate women and girls? I couldnāt imagine someone asking someone they hate to do that let alone someone I love? I guess itās more the why than the what for me.
But yeah, Iām glad I didnāt do it even though he threw the worlds biggest strop and the thought of kissing him after he had admitted to chomping on his ex-girlfriendās poo
Scat play is an fetish for some including eating their partnerās poo. Itās definitely on the extreme end of whatās out in the world of sex play and not for most folks. I donāt understand why anyone would want to do it personally .
Iām still waiting for some replies from this because Iām hoping itās not just me who attracts someone like this but honestly, of all the people it had to happen to it had to happen to me!! Argh.
Yes looking back now I do think it was a control thing, especially being the age I was and I canāt help but think when people say things like this, I want to know why? What is it about the act that does it for them? Like I like backdoor activity but itās because it feels good? If it didnāt, I wouldnāt. simple as that.
I canāt believe about the waffle stomping, I heard years ago about a celebrity dumping in the bath but thought it was because he was drunk or high, not as a kink?
Iām trying not to be judgemental too because I get people like different things on here but this one was one step way too far for me, Iām just glad I didnāt go along with it, sometimes itās hard to think straight too, when in love.
If I remember correctly there was a photo of her hanging upside down with her arm trapped at the bottom of the window gap! Iām guessing the window would have had to be dismantled to remove the trapped turd, either that or seal it and have it as an art installation!
Iām sorry Hannah that he abused you like that, how awful.
Scat isnāt anything we are interested in as a couple at all. Ok a bit of stuff may occasionally accidentally appear during certain play but is swiftly dealt with.
In the earlier days of the home internet in the late 90s, when people were not trying to make money out of everything, there were lots of people with blogs and stuff about everything. I recall a guy who had ramblings about Naturism and personal stuff etc, fairly interesting at the time.
Anyway one time he uploaded some content about how he enjoyed having āaccidentsā and stuff, including the pics (ugh). Even some of him tasting it, no videos of course thank goodness, but it was absolutely disgusting and even now makes me shudder and I canāt erase the image.
I was so innocent until then and unaware of kinks then (in my 20s) as even Madam Cynthia Payne who was in the news seemed extreme to me.
A couple of yeare ago I was involved with a man and before our relationship, we were friends. Before him I was with an immature/emotionally abusive guy and the night I told my ex to sling his hook, my friend told me heād liked me for a while. I was surprised by that because I always thought we were just good friends and work partners, but since heād been there for me through several things, I agreed to try a relationship. It went well until one day he posted a blog post (weāre both bloggers) saying he had a āharemā, and I was like āummmā¦ excuse me?ā. He said it was a joke and I tried to laugh it off, but I soon realised that was his thing: he didnāt see partners as partners, but as extensions and representations of himself. He nominated me for an award (I fortunately didnāt get it) but I didnāt want it anyway: I feared that if I did get it, he wouldnāt shut up about me and my award. I donāt do what I do to win awards; I do what I do to help people.
Anyway, it all came to a head one day with him arranging to meet someone else for play behind my back. They didnāt show up and he wanted me to forget it ever happened but I couldnāt. He didnāt want me, he wanted a group of women to make him look good, and once I saw that, I couldnāt unsee it.
People have kinks, and people like different things, but consent is the cornerstone of everything we do.
Was once at a fancy dress competition and 2 guys went as babies wearing nappies, they smeared the back of their legs with French mustard to look like baby shite! Unsurprisingly they didnāt win!
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