Alexia Cage Fantasy (Warning: Very Heavy Scat, Vomit, Anal, Fisting) ADULTS
ONLY copyright: 2002



   I knew you were something special the first time I saw your photo.  Your
face was tilted down and your eyes were open looking directly into the
camera.  Your mouth too, was open, exchanging a brown kiss with a woman I
later found out was Ingrid.  It was a still from your second video.  It was
your eyes that drew me in.  The eyes are the windows of the soul they say.
I know nothing of souls really.  I only know what is inside me.



   The one girlfriend I ever had who truly enjoyed what the church refers
to derisively as "sodomy," has been out of my life for a few years now. 
She wasn't sqeemish about her shit, but didn't want to involve it in our
love making intentionally.  We always took our time and used plenty of
lubricant so that eventually she would be as into it as I was.  She usually
asked me as I was using my finger to grease her anus if I "felt anything up
there." Usually I felt nothing but the soft moist insides of her ass.

   Once however, when we had started, we were fooled.  We didn't notice
until I was almost at the brink of orgasm, so she let me finish.  She was
very brave and good to me to let me, because, by the end, we could both
smell her shit.  In those last seconds I closed my eyes and focused on what
I was feeling.  We were sharing something far more intimate than most
couples would ever experience.  The feel of her shit against my shaft was
unforgettable.  When it was over, she quickly excused herself to clean up.
I knew she was embarrassed and felt bad for her.  It was certainly not my
intention to make her feel bad.  When she had left the room I looked at my
brown stained cock.  It was her shit, and from that moment on, I fantasized
about one day meeting a woman who would share everything with me-one with
whom nothing would be held back.

   That was the beginning of my scat fantasies.  At first I felt guilty
about it, thinking there was something wrong with me.  Then as I discovered
the wonderful world of the internet, I realized that there were many other
people out there who fantasized about this evil little pleasure.  Most,
like myself, accepted the idea that this aspect of their sexuality would be
forever limited to their private fantasies and self-loving.  Still the idea
persisted that someday, it might happen....

   It's just dinner, I think.  The very fact that I am actually going to
meet you is more than I ever could have hoped for.  Just to actually speak
to a real live human being who does this is incredible in itself.  I've
been in Paris for two days, and before that, Amsterdam, and before that,
London.  I have spent all but three hours in the Louvre, and that three
hours was spent at the Musee de Orsay.  I can never get enough of it.  This
is the third time in my life I have been here and every time I find myself
on the verge of tears at all that is contained herein.  For some reason,
even though its artistic merit is questioned by some, I come back to the
endless rooms of neoclassical sculpture.  The twisting writhing bodies,
naked and glorious, spoke of that fine line between human suffering and
human pleasure, or perhaps, between heaven and hell.

   I arrive fifteen minutes early and take a seat at the bar, ordering a
glass of whiskey to steady my nerves.  I light a cigarette, for the same
reason, and hope that it won't offend you.  Of course in France, as well as
Britain, there are many more smokers than in the United States.  But all
these little concerns are hard to put away.  You told me in your letters to
relax, making no promises except a pleasant dinner and conversation.  I am
trying to relax, but trying and doing are not always the same.

   Then I see you walk in, smiling at me.  Your black hair moves as easily
as you do, and I breathe in a little, hoping perhaps to catch the scent of
it as you approach.  I offer my hand, to shake in the businesslike way of
America, but on taking it you pull me close to kiss me once on each cheek
in the manner of Europe.  I can't tell if your wearing perfume, or whether
your hair just smells that good.  It doesn't matter.  Your pale skin
contrasts beautifully with the simple black cocktail dress.  I try not to
think too much about what lies underneath.  It doesn't matter that I've
seen your videos.  Now you are a new person.  A real person-not a fantasy
on my television or computer screen.

   Now you are Alexia.

   Real.

   Here.

   Now.

   We take a table for two in a corner.  Since my French is long lost in my
scholarly past, I let you order.  A bottle of mineral water appears,
followed shortly by a bottle of Cote du Rhone.  The Reidel crystal chimes
merrily as you offer a toast, eyes sparkling.

   "Salut." I reply a little too excitedly.

   "Did you have a good day in the city?"

   "Oh yes," I reply, offering up a quick synopsis of my day at the Louvre.
You say little, only offering a comment here and there about what I've seen
and what I might still wish to.

   I'm so excited, I can hardly eat, though the food is delightful. 
Gradually though, I relax.  A little of your charming manner, a little of
the wine.  So be it.  You ask me all sorts of questions about my life, and
of course, I'm fascinated by what you have to tell me.

   I insist on paying and rather than making a fuss, you simply thank me.
Perfect.

   "Let's walk." you say simply as we leave.  I offer you my arm, hoping
you won't think I'm trying to be too gallant.  You take it, smiling all the
while.

   The moon lights up the Seine.  "Are you cold?" It's a silly conversation
filler and I realize it immediately.  Your long black raincoat must be warm
enough on this summer evening.

   "I'm used to it."

   "I'm sorry.  I'm a guess I'm trying too hard."

   "Trying too hard to what?"

   "Trying to hard to say all the right things to you.  I guess you've been
on my mind a lot.  And ever since you agreed to meet me I've been getting
more excited."

   "You should kiss me.  That will relax you.  I think you want to."

   "You're right." I manage to say, before your lips close on mine.  You
take the back of my head and draw it to your face before I even know what's
happening.  I still can't take the full measure of this at once.  When I
think of what these lips have done and all they could do to me, it makes me
dizzy.  I am dizzy.  Dizzy with desire, dizzy with lust.

   "Yes I want you." I whisper.  You knew it the first moment you saw me.
You knew from my letters.  I think you know I'd do anything."

   "You will do everything."

   I will.  I know it.



   The flat is sparsely furnished, and tasteful.  The bed is draped in
sheets made of soft black rubber.  Of course we both know why.  I help you
light the dozens of candles in the room.  These little touches mean so
much. Like the way you smiled when you took my arm, or gently encouraged me
when I was shy.  Years ago I lost virginity to a woman ten years older than
me.  Though I completely lost track of her, she was gentle and skilled and
calmed my nerves.  You also, whether you know it or not relax me.  And I
suppose it is appropriate, because in a very real way, I am a virgin again.
I turn to kiss you, hands running across your back.  I feel you chest
against mine; my hand glides across your ass.

   "I don't want to wait," you say, as you unzip my fly and reach in.  Of
course I have been hard for some time now.  I slip my shoes off as you
unfasten my belt.  By the time my socks are off you've pulled out my shirt
and unbuttoned it.  Your dress is a simple matter-requiring only one
gentle, long zip down your back.  I unclasp your bra in the back and it
falls to the floor to lie with the dress.  I begin kissing your neck and
shoulders, and slowly work my way down.  You say nothing, only making an
occasional sigh when my lips and tongue touch you in a sensitive place. 
The tips of my fingers glide delicately over you breasts and I delight in
the hardness of your nipples.  By this time my hands are above my head, and
my tongue dances softly around your navel.  My fingers glide down your
sides; your skin is very smooth.  I turn around to face your back, inhaling
the smell of your skin as my lips brush across your back.  I lower my face
to your ass, nuzzling the white satin panties.  My finger touches you more
intimately and I can feel moisture already through the cotton gusset
between your legs.  Finally my fingers catch the elastic waist band and I
pull down your pretty panties.

   As you step out of the leg openings I get a teasing glimpse of your
glistening lips and anus.  I cannot suppress the urge to inhale the musky
scent of your sex.  Placing my face against you I smell the faint
intoxicating odor of your ass.  My tongue flicks lightly between your
cheeks, and just across your shithole.

   "What do you want to do with me?"

   "I would like for you to piss in my mouth Alexia.  I want to drink every
drop." I reply instantly.

   "Would you like it in a glass, or straight from me?"

   "Oh please...straight from you.  I want to feel your legs wrapped around
me as you do it."

   "Very well.  Lie down on the bed." I do as you ask, feeling the cool
black rubber against my backside.  No detail or luxury is spared.  There
are even rubber slips to protect the pillows.  I compliment you on this and
you smile again-though this time your smile speaks not of gentle
encouragement but of untold depravity and sin to come.

   "We may get very dirty.  This way we have the freedom to give in
completely to whatever filthy lust consumes us.  And we may be here
awhile."

   I start to say something but your beautiful mouth covers mine with a
deep wet kiss.  Your thigh pushes between my legs and I almost feel like
coming from the warmth of your skin against my cock.  I realize that I too
need to piss.

   You get up and take your place atop me, squatting down directly over my
open mouth.  I am glad you have chosen this position because it allows me
to look into your eyes.

   "Are you ready to drink my urine?  Do you want it?"

   "Yes." I manage to whisper.

   Then you lower yourself against my mouth so that none of your precious
golden liquid is spilled.  The flow begins slowly, and though it increases,
you are careful only to pee as fast as I can swallow.  The taste is only
slightly bitter and salty and because it comes from you I am consumed with
drinking it.  With every swallow I can feel more of your hot piss sliding
down my throat and into my stomach.  I relish the feeling of my stomach
expanding as I drink more of your piss, loving the knowledge that my
stomach is being filled with your warm urine.

   Finally the flow subsides.  You smile down at me in approval.  "You're a
good little piss drinker Wylie.  Now I want yours."

   I am only too willing to provide.  We stand by the bed this time, with
you kneeling in front of me.  I do not feel worthy of this somewhat
dominant position, but you remind me that it will be easier for me to pee
from my normal standing position.  I have to wait a moment before I can go,
because my penis wants to stay hard.  Soon however, the need in my bladder
overpowers all, and you take the tip of my half flaccid cock in your
beautiful mouth.  My bladder releases, and you begin to swallow.  Your big
beautiful eyes stare into mine unblinking, as you gulp down my urine.  In
this moment, though the night has just begun, and will degenerate into more
filthy play than I ever could have hoped, I realize that this may very well
be the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.  Later on, I will look
back and smile, knowing this to be true.

   We climb back onto the bed, each with a stomach full of the other's warm
piss.  We kiss gently, savoring the flavor of each other's piss as our
tongues make love.  "Do you still want to keep going Wylie?  There are many
deeper levels of pleasure to delve into.  Our sin and lust is only
beginning.

   "I want to go everywhere with you Alexia, I want you to lead me into the
deepest recesses of filthy sex.  Take me there."

   "Then follow my lead."

   "I will."

   "Do you need to shit?"

   "Oh yes...one of the reasons I was so uptight at dinner was because I
was holding back from yesterday...."

   "In the hope that you might find some use for it with me?

   "Oh Alexia, I never assumed...it was only hope and prayer that this
might happen.  I would never have forgiven myself if I had missed this
chance for lack of preparation."

   "Then do as I say."

   "I will."

   You instruct me carefully.  Since it is your desire to fill your cunt
with my poop, we decide to fill you directly from the source.  You lie on
your back with your legs scissored around my waist; the moist opening of
your vagina pressed directly against my anus.  My cock is hard again,
feeling your cunt pressed against my ass.

   "Make sure you keep enough weight against me so that your poop goes
directly into me.  I want you to shit deep into my cunt."

   I am completely delirious from your nasty talk.  You are so much more
experienced than I, that I wonder if you realize how deeply you are
affecting me.

   As if you sense my thoughts, you say: "It's your first time.  I'm glad
to be taking your virginity in shit."

   "And there are no words to describe how good you make me feel Alexia.  I
want to do everything.  I want to be a shit slut for you."

   "We will be that for each other...." Your words are cut off as you moan.
My shit cannot be held back anymore and I push it into your slippery cunt.
It enters easily.  My shit is firm enough on the end for the first
penetration, and after that it flows into you smoothly, even though the
rest is thick but softer.  Your moan turns into something like an animal
growl as my shit fills you.  Finally, I pinch off the end.  Although I
can't see, it feels like there are at least four inches of poop in your
vagina.  I let out a little bit more, softer, shit against your labia,
slowly rotating my ass.  Soon your crotch area is coated brown.  I simply
cannot believe how beautiful you look...your eyes half closed, red lips
parted slightly, your vagina completely covered, in shit, and savoring the
feel of my shit in your body.

   "Now to make that fantasy of yours come true." You lift yourself up onto
your knees.  From this position I can clearly see your anus, cleaner now
than your cunt.  "Squeeze a little into my hand." You place your hand
against my dirty ass and I submit to your request by squeezing a little
more soft brown mess into your hand.  The you take the hand and rub my shit
into my cock.  "This is to make sure I get some of your poop in my ass as
well as my pussy." You then reach for a little tub of thick anal lube, and
smear it over your anus and cheeks.  After watching you finger your ass my
cock is begging for fulfillment, especially once your finger begins to turn
brown with your poop.

   "Let me have just a little in my mouth first please!" I beg.

   "Of course my little shit slut."

   "Oh yes Alexia...I want to be your complete shit slut..." I moaned as I
opened my mouth on your greased anus.  I place my tongue against your
asshole and then your anus opens to place a little piece of medium-soft
poop in my mouth.  I run my tongue all over it, drunk with the pleasure of
tasting your shit for the first time.  How I have dreamed of this taste!

   Now, however, it is time to satisfy my cock's longing to be in your shit
filled rectum.  So I place the head of my cock against your anus and slowly
push inside.  You make a sound that is half way between a moan and a sigh,
as my shit covered cock pushes into the mass of hot soft brown fudge that
fills your bowels.  The shit engulfs my tool, while your clenching ass
muscles keep any from squeezing out too soon.  This is too much...I think I
will pass out from the sheer filthy pleasure of your poop chute.  No words
can describe it.  I remember weeping now, in total bliss, my tears falling
across your back.  I sob with the pleasure of my cock completely surrounded
by, and moving with, your dirty brown shit.  By now I have chewed the piece
of shit in my mouth into a slimy paste...I swallow some and dribble more
onto the milky white skin of your back.  I love your skin.  I love its
warmth and smell.  As your anus milks the base of my cock, I can stand it
no longer and I cry out as my sticky creme blasts from my cock against your
shit.  We are both screaming now, and you buck your ass back hard and fast
onto my spasming penis.  My cock has stirred up your shit into a soft,
slimy paste and now it begins to squeeze out around my deeply buried meat.

   "Can you hold off and go in my mouth?"

   "Only if you allow me to suck the shit off your cock, sixty-nine, while
I shit directly into your mouth." you reply.

   The idea that I wouldn't almost makes me laugh.  My heart races faster.
The sheer demented levels of disgustingly foul behavior to which we have
sunk in the first two hours is an indication of the night ahead.  I am
almost hard again just listening to your dirty description of our filthy
fun to come.  Now I am moments away from the culmination of depravity.  I
am going to eat your stinking brown shit directly out of your filthy anus.
Once more, your thighs close round my head, only this time you face
opposite me, so that you can suck your shit from my half hard cock.

   Now your ass is in front of me.  My fingers are splayed out across your
butt, pulling your cheeks apart so that I have better access to your smelly
shit-hole.  My open mouth is pressed against your dilating rose bud.  You
need to shit very badly.  I extend my tongue into your anus so that your
poop will slide out across it.  Great electric shocks pass through me with
the first taste of your body-hot shit.  We go slowly.  I can now feel your
lips caressing the thick coating of brown shit that conceals my penis
beneath.  Gradually you open a little wider and allow my chocolate shaft to
enter your hot wet mouth.  As this happens, you begin to push a little.  I
savor the texture as well as the taste, as the first big log of thick shit
(well softened and mixed up from my anal plunge) glides over my
outstretched tongue and into my eager mouth.  Just when I am about to gag,
you stop, letting me bite this off and enjoy it before it chokes me.

   By now your lips have closed a little more tightly around my cock, and
you are beginning to actually suck the shit from my hardening rod.  I
finger your still shit-filled cunt, rubbing my poop over your clit, all the
while, chewing your shit, and making sure I breathe through my nose to get
all the scent and taste of shit that I can.  My mouth is full and my cock
hardens immeasurably at the taste that consumes me.  I am vaguely aware
that your mouth has moved down to my anus, and so I push the last of my
soft brown fudge into your willing mouth.

   Now we are simply shit eaters.  Locked in a foul, stinking sixty-nine of
the most evil and sinful nature, we resign our bodies completely to shit
lust.  We writhe and smear our shit all over each other.  Soon we have
covered our tummies and breasts with sticky anal fudge and we begin
smearing it into each others hair and over each others faces.  You've even
wormed your shit into my piss-hole with your tongue.  Cock, cunt, mouths,
rectums, bodies are lost in a wave of warm brown.  Bathed, in a sheen of
shit, our bodies slide lewdly together, your legs wrapped around me.  This
is the best, finally, simply to hold your beautiful shit covered body
against me.  In that moment I realize that I actually find shit beautiful
to the senses.  Of course the dirty aspect still turns me on, even now, but
at that moment, I loved it.  Taste, smell, feel, look, even the slippery
sounds our bodies make.  Our lips and tongues dance with one another in the
most passionate kiss of my life.  Of course this sexy brown kiss makes me
hotter than ever and it isn't long before my cock plunges into your
impossibly warm, slippery-with-my-shit, cunt.

   My cock is once again immersed in a world of stinking hot shit within
your beautiful body.  Once again, I am weeping with joy.  You hold me
tight, fucking me back, and stroking my shit-smeared hair.  "That's my good
little shit-slut Wylie...fuck your shit-goddess...."

   "Yes...yessssss...my shit goddess...that's what you are...I live for
your shit Alexia.  Queen of shit...goddesssssss...."

   Your lips close over mine but our eyes remain open.  I have never been
this intimate with anyone, ever.  I am completely lost in your eyes.  The
smell of our shit fills our nostrils, the taste, our mouths, as I pump my
cock desperately forcing the poop deeper into your cunt.

   "Yes, my little poop angel.  Yessssss...come in Alexia...let yourself
come in my shitty pussy...."

   Blackness swirls around my eyes...my orgasm hits so hard that my groin
muscles cramp tightly in overload.  The pain barely registers, as I feel
your hot shit being blasted out of my urethra by a mighty squirt of semen;
the first of many.  Sometime, while my cock fire-hoses your cunt...the
blackness falls.



   Sometime in the night, I awake to feel your shit smeared body spooned
against me, my cock laying in the sticky brown mess between your ass
cheeks. My brain is faintly aware of the dank odor of shit in the air, but
by now its almost normal.  I sigh contentedly.  My cock is getting hard but
I also need to piss.  Perhaps I will give you an enema....



   The memory imprint of the previous hours is burned a thousand miles deep
in my mind.  It affects my conversational ability to a degree.  But very
quickly we are no longer talking.  Your mouth closes on mine, our hot brown
lips interlocking with familiar ease.  My cock is fully awake and alert
now. I simply cannot get enough of you.  Nothing can compare to the
sensation of our bodies, coated in a sheen of brown, sliding together.  One
hand cradles the back of your head as I kiss you with unlimited abandon. 
The other hand caresses you slowly down your hip.  With fluid motion, your
thighs part and I slip into you.  Your vaginal walls envelope me with
warmth.  We make love slowly.

   "Alexia."

   "Yes my shit-slut?"

   "Would you like a piss enema?  I would be honored to piss in your ass."

   "I should be honored if you would." And so I rise up onto my knees, as
you turn over and rise, thrusting your ass back towards me.  There is still
so much thick shit filling the cleft, that it takes a moment to find the
target.  Once there, however, my cock has little trouble finding ingress,
and easing into your rectum.  I love the way your shit-pipe simply swallows
my penis.  The nasty sucking sensation of your anus clenching the base of
my shaft almost makes me too horny to pee, but I soon manage a good flow. I
am somewhat amazed by this however, since the feel is so delicious that I
almost think I could piss and come at the same time-though I know this is
theoretically impossible.

   Yet through it all there is the sense of blasphemous evil that comes
with the total release of inhibition.  I almost scream to the heavens "Look
at me.  Behold me for what I am.  A child of filth." There is no guilt or
regret.  I imagine that you are a succubus, come to take my soul.  I
imagine that in the throes of orgasm, my life force is trans-mutated,
rather fittingly, into my seed.  As my lifeless body goes limp, I feel my
soul passing into your unholy shit-filled rectum, to dwell in the house of
the devil forever.

   Just at the moment however, it is my piss that is filling you.  Your
finger works furiously between your legs as you abandon yourself to the
pleasure of our sin.  Soon your body tenses in orgasm.  Your muscles begin
to spasm and your body bucks.  My cock is abruptly pulled from your
clenching anus.  A great arc of hot piss shoots across your back and into
your hair.  Then, barely losing a drop of pee from your ass, you turn to
place my pissing cock in your mouth to drink.  A trickle flows down each
side of your beautiful mouth as you nurse contentedly.  The flow subsides
and almost immediately I am hard again.  We fall back once more into a fond
embrace a I thrust into your shitty pussy.  We fuck more lewdly and
forcefully with your bowels filled with piss.  I cannot last long.  The
same muscles that you use to clench your anus shut to hold in my piss, also
causes the wall of your cunt to squeeze my cock to orgasm.  Your eyes are
screwed shut as you come with me, grunting lewdly into my ear.

   "Come inside my filthy cunt little shit slut...give me your evil seed."

   "Will you please shit your enema all over me?"

   "You're filthy little boy and you deserve it."

   Soon you are squatting over me, just bending over far enough that I have
a good view of your rosebud.  You grunt a little, and then it comes.  Piss
and shit explode violently from your intestines spraying my stomach, chest,
and face.  I open my mouth to try and catch some bits of your poop in my
mouth.  Mostly however, your remaining shit has mixed with my piss to
produce a slimy soup.  My body is thoroughly covered.

   As we lay together, you are fingering my ass.  This is the first real
anal penetration I've had so it is very nice.  Soon I am moaning softly and
you are working up to three fingers.  It does not take long for you to
produce a strap-on dildo.  I recline onto my back and spread my legs.  You
lower yourself until your mouth kisses mine and the tip of the dildo is
touching my rosebud.  Your fingers have loosened my anus perfectly and your
'cock' has no trouble easing into my shit pipe.  You hold me close, in the
missionary position, pressing your breasts against my sticky chest.  You
kiss me.  A warm, wet, shitty, panty-pissing kind of a kiss.  And I do wet
myself just a little.  I moan softly, loving the feeling of rectal massage.
But as good as the dildo feels, I am beginning to crave something larger
and more forceful.  I crave your fist.  I want you to fist-fuck my dirty
bowels until my anus relaxes completely and I shit all over both of us.  My
bowels are hungry for your fist.  "Alexia...please...fist fuck my filthy
shit-hole.

   Your smile lecherously.  "All right.  You need a good deep fist
fucking?"

   "Yeeeesssss..." I cry helplessly.

   I am lying on my stomach now, with my ass raised slightly.  I can feel
cool air on my dirty bottom, and I know that my anus is completely exposed
to you.  Four fingers now work with increasing liberty on my relaxing
sphincter muscles.  Finally your thumb is inserted as well and you begin to
push.  Of course there is plenty of smelly brown shit to ease the way, and
soon I can feel your hand push into the depths of my rectum.  With slow
twists and turns you worm your hand deeper into my bowels.  I can feel my
shit being smeared around you hand, which is now totally covered in poop.
Now your hand is pushing deeper, well past your wrist.  The tips of your
fingers dance playfully against the walls of my inner colon.  I am
completely filled.  Your fingers draw back and make a tight fist, shit
squeezing through your fingers.  You pump with increasing urgency and I
moan lewdly as you fuck my dirty ass.  I'm yours now.  All I can do is moan
and cry and beg for you to keep your fist in my ass.  I'm grunting now. 
Grunting like a pig.  A dirty shit pig.  Your dirty shit pig.  Your dirty
little shit eating, ass fucking, evil slut.  I am your wicked, sinful,
lustful, shit worshipping, whore.  Your toilet.  At this moment I want
nothing more than to be damned to an eternity of eating your shit, drinking
your piss, and being anally fist-fucked by you, my shit goddess...then you
vomit piss and shit across my back and ass.  Your puke runs down into my
hair, around my face, and into my mouth....



   Dawn is the most utterly surreal thing imaginable.  I can barely move to
get clean.  I regret that you do most of the other cleaning.  I have never
been as drained as I am now-physically, mentally and emotionally.  I know
it will take my a full day at least to recover.  My ass aches mercilessly.
I have a rash, in places where my skin is sensitive, from being totally
covered in shit for most of the night.  I sleep most of the next day.  You,
of course, recover more easily, having more experience.  We dine on the
living room floor, on take-out Middle Eastern cuisine.  The ice-cold Verve
Cliqucot, relaxes us immeasurably.  Even though I am still wasted from
having my shit-virginity claimed so completely by you, I can only bask in
the evening's afterglow.  Before I fall asleep, I smile and sigh, in total
contentment.