Here I was alone missing the doctor I’d broken up with, while hating the idea of being in any kind of a relationship with him. Life just did not see... to be working out. I felt I needed help.There was a psychotherapist who posted long thoughtful replies on FetLife. He seemed both kind and understanding. He also lived 10,000 miles away and unlike most of the men who sport cock pictures, his was wonderful. It was this beautiful huge multi-colored rooster with the caption, “My obligation cock pic.”. I stayed at hers till the night when all campus residents were about to go to sleep. At that point of time I was extremely horny. Her roommate girl went to bed and we decided it was time for us to begin fun. Knowing that her roommate was only 10 feet away I tried to settle down for some sleep. However, while we were lying on the bed, with my girlfriend pressing her ass to my crotch, she started rotating her ass across my dick slowly, over and over again, therefore making me hard. I realized. The heat and the thick ammonia smell of Gina's urine filled her nostrils sending an erotic shiver through her body.Leslie smiled up at Gina as the the woman placed the plate in front of her. Immediately the stench of fresh black shit assaulted her senses. Her eyes grew misty at the scat entree that sat before her. Gina had produced a dark, thick turd and had shaped it into a heart with their names carved in it. The wonderfully dirty valentine sent butterflies bursting in Leslie's belly as she. There were three of them. I punched one dude’s lights out but his buddies had knives and they got me good, man. They stuck me like a pig. I fell to the ground, basically a goner. When I woke up, three days later, I was in a room at the Ottawa General Hospital. I had more people visiting me and talking to me that day than in all the previous months I spent in Canada. My aunt and uncle came by to visit, thanking God that I was still alive. My parents had flown in from Texas and we exchanged hugs.