Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. <HTML><PRE>Subj: part one. Date: 97-11-25 12:00:41 EST From: Cloves4u To: ScatWoman Hi Miriam, i can tell already that i am going to<FONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=4><U><B><I> love <FONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=3></U></B></I>your Website. here is my little contribution. part 1. Clovia Painting the Town Brown BY Clovia The bus pulled into the station. I looked furtively at the massive crowd of people scurrying back and forth like so many ants on a frenzied mission. I was trying to focus on something colorful and exotic, something out of the ordinary. Peering through the slightly stained windows, my eyes zeroed in on a figure dressed with a black halter, bare midriff, a ring embedded in her navel, black jeans and sandals. Her short hair tinted gold and green. Just a few short months ago it was black and blue and medium length. That's my Karen. She always stays true to form, forever unpredictable and outrageous as usual. There is little wonder why I love her so! She kissed me full on the lips upon our greeting. We hugged and hugged each other like long lost friends. Her affection pouring out of her made me tingle from head to toe. My Karen was totally unabashed and unaffected by the specter of onlookers. There weren't any . . . after all, this is New York City. "How is my little dumpling?" Karen gushed, throwing her skinny arms around me. "Missed you love. How's things with you?" I asked. "Eh, life sucks sometimes. Working on my poetry. Trying to get it published. Or at least an honorable mention in the contests that I've entered. Nothing so far." She shrugged in resignation. "Oh, Karen." I reached for her cheek. I thought I detected a tear under her left eye. "Come on! Let's eat! I am starved!" I said, trying to change the subject. Karen is bisexual just like myself. The guy she sees on the side treats her like dirt sometimes. He also happens to be an assistant manager at the restaurant she's working. I've told her countless times that employees in close proximity to each other should NOT date, especially if that employee does the hiring and FIRING!! Lately, her man has been breaking their dates with increasing frequency. So she's been spending a lot of time alone, hanging out in Central Park or Washington Square. She is loyal to me, so there is no 'other' woman in our relationship. For that I am so grateful! We've been lovers for over two years now. She was my first (and only). I've had inclinations towards other females before. Karen was the first to approach me directly back when I was a vulnerable freshmen cheerleader in high school and she was a seasoned veteran. Her charm, her witticism, her beauty, her smile knocked me right out of my . . . panties. In a couple of hours, our attire was to be just that . . . sans panties. Karen shares a dorm room with 2 other girls. This was an ideal weekend to come down because one of the girls went away for the weekend with her boyfriend to his house. The other student went home to California. We had her apartment to ourselves. It would just be we two . . . alone together. I wouldn't want it any other way! As the night progressed, we talked, ate, had a little wine, watched TV and just plain got caught up with each other. Tonight, I was determined to introduce Karen into an extreme form of love making. It was my time to return the favor of her showing me the wet and wicked world of golden showers. Our piss games have become a routine part of our love making. I just wanted to add a different color to our liaisons . . . gold and . . . brown. My subtle hints had been thrown around the house for a few months now. I showed her paraphernalia on the subject as photographs and works of fiction. What started to arouse her interest was a fantasy story that I wrote involving us as the main characters. Tonight, she finally asked me questions of any experiences that I may have encountered regarding scat. My heart poured out to Karen. I related my earliest encounters with poop at the hands of my neighbor friend Phil. It helped that I was the newspaper carrier. Luring me into his house was rather easy. For a 38 year-old man, with a couple of kids, he was rather handsome. I've had a secret crush on him since I was 14. The seduction enveloped me swiftly. We progressed from fondling and kissing to petting and the eventual disrobing. Phil had my panties down to my ankles and licked my virgin pussy. It was when he worked his way around to my butt and poked his tongue in there that I realized that sex is more involved than I realized! Our affair continued at an undisclosed location. I was intoxicated by Phil's reaming of my ass. Not leaving anything to chance, or a sudden discovery by his family, we ended up in a hotel outside of town. My wild and wicked world of scat games was born! TO BE CONTINUED </PRE></HTML>