I confess that i just reamed my hole with a Tunnocks Caramel Log,the sensation of the rough coconut surface was awesome.The best part was eating it after i had finished.
Thank fuck i got a six pack.

Last night I was over a good friends house. I wouldnt say he is my best friend but he is up there in people I trust. We were unashamefully watching porn when a girl was getting fucked in the ass. He started talking about how it feels better for guys and the he once read an article or interview from he believed was Asa Akira and how she wished she could be a man because she loves anal and it feel better for men. After a few drinks and talking we both said fuck it and we would try it on each other as neither of us had. So we both went and emptied out what we could that was in us. 

We flipped a coin to see who got fucked first.  I luckily won not getting fucked first, which was good because I could see how he was with it. We agreed only anal, no blowjobs or anything else. So he breaks out the coconut oil, gets doggy and I try and start. It was tight and i had to get the angle right (also my first time fucking an ass, none of my exs would let me). When I did get it in though, it felt good.  I was slow put it all in.  (Now I'm no pornstar but I have had women tell me I'm over average, and my friend while not as big was not small by any means) 

So you know sex is sex, nothing really specials, it gets easier for him,  i speed up,  go deeper etc. I shoot my load in him (the first creampie i have ever given by the way) and damn did it ever feel good.  I pull put ,he says he needs as sec. I ask him how it was and he said it was weird, not the worst, and interesting.

So it was my turn. He used the coconut oil and made his way in me.  Let me tell you guys , last night was the night that I found out I do not like a dick in my ass. Now it didn't hurt or anything bad, and he did go slow and well did speed up eventually and go harder.  But the whole time it felt like I needed to shit, which yeah isn't the best.  Now, he let me fuck his ass so I put up with it, eventually he came in me and pulled out.  So i now have a wet feeling ass due to oil and cum I'm guessing. I strait to the bathroom where I tried so shit but I only felt like I pushed out a little liquid. 

We talked after about it,  I confessed I didn't like it and he felt bad, i told him it wasn't him and made a joke that I hope he had a good time in there.  He said he didn't mind it but he still preferred to be the one doing the fucking.  Which is a take I definitely agree with. I don't think this changed our friendship but we will see I guess. 

I confess I devoured Uncle Ben's bistro express basmati rice of coconut lemongrass and chili flavor a few hours ago as well as beef stew and steamed veggies

need a little photoshop work. I need the coconuts to be replaced with a dick and balls.

Legal University student.

Chasing the golden log! I confess I've become something of a scat connoisseur. Of my own scat, anyway - I don't have any partners with which to try this stuff with. I never thought I'd find scat appealing, but I've always been into kinky shit, and you know how one thing leads to another and boredom and curiosity can get the better of you...

Hopefully there are some people out there who get this (shout out below if you do); there is a particular type of shit that is just "perfect". It's the best for playing with and tasting and makes you way more aroused than "sub-standed" shit. I guess the properties are subjective, but the following are the attributes of the "golden log" for me:

Colour: a perfect medium-brown almost the same as milk chocolate. Ever so slightly darker than that would still be ok, but very dark stuff tends to be dehydrated and hard. I don't get off on little rabbit droppings nor on green or yellowish sloppy stuff.

Texture: Not so soft that it's sloppy or won't keep its shape if you press it into one, not so hard and devoid of moisture that it's separated up into little "rabbit dropping" type balls. The texture should be like fresh play-dough, for the only analogy I can readily think of. This really depends on the amount of water present, so I guess you have to be decently hydrated at the right times during digestion to produce such logs.

Homogeneity: Should be uniform and homogeneous throughout, without bits of corn or nuts or fibrous material from fruits or a smattering of undigested coconut or bits of seaweed from sushi or whatever. I tend to want to spit those bits out when tasting those types of turds and it just seems to take away from the experience.

Smell: If the log has the above attributes, it will generally have the right smell. It's hard to describe to people used to taking one whiff of any shit and thinking it's gross and trying not to smell it again, but if you have allowed yourself to get used to the aromas of various scats and to even enjoy this sensory experience, "earthy" may mean something to you. It's actually this that I think plays the biggest part in the fetish, turns me on the most, when it's just the right smell. It's a rich, dark, earthy smell that actually smells like it's good to eat, although that might just be me. Sometimes I will still smell shit after someone' used a toilet and it smells wrong, like that person must be sick or something, it does not smell good. It makes me wonder how unique this smell might be to me, or if a similar diet would produce a similar smell in others.

"Column" Segment: Your intestines change a scat bolus as it moves through them. Generally, the biggest change is how much water has been absorbed from it. This has been born out by what I've noticed about my scat - that there are 3 distinct sections to a decent-sized log:

1. The head, that exits your anus first, tends to be too dry, as it is the oldest and has been al the way through your intestines and has been the section to let you know you need to shit.

2. The mid-section, or what I call the "goldilocks" section, as it's usually where you find the material that is "just right".

3. The tail, that exits your anus last, which is usually more sloppy than the rest because it's not had the same amount of processing time in the intestine for water to be reclaimed from it, and which tends to smell and taste "acrid" or bitter, which again I assume to be due to that intestinal processing. This bitter shit is almost instantly recognisable to me over other kinds, and when I smell it I don't need to taste it to know it won't taste very nice. Likewise, when I smell that rich, earthy smell, I already know it's going to taste amazing and I'm going to have to try hard not to just eat it up and swallow it (I swallowed some once, without trying to puke it up straight away, and felt quite ill not long after, with my body forcing me to throw it up anyway).

I posted this not long after laying one of these "golden logs" and having a grand time tasting and smelling it while sliding my large dildo up my arse and wanking. I started out by drinking some piss, which itself can vary based on hydration, salt intake, diuretic intake, etc, but I find a bit boring now, compared to chewing on shit. I was trying to tease out the enjoyment, but it was such nice shit I found myself cumming quickly and had to shove it all in my mouth at once as I came. I actually felt like it was a shameful waste to take it out of my mouth and flush it, afterwards, wishing I could wrap it in cling-film and save it for the next session (though I doubt that would turn out well). I also really wanted to swallow it, but as stated, I'm fearful of a repeat of the last time I was brave enough to try that. I hate feeling sick and throwing up.

I'm guessing this is probably the most detailed analysis of one's own faeces in ML confessions, but if you've read this far and found it entertaining, interesting or can relate to any of the above, do let me know :)

Looking for women to chat with on cam or a random cam site tonight! I’ll be alone in a hotel room with coconut oil and my prostate toy, I wanna edge! 😁

This sexy girl at work is always rubbing coconut lotion on herself at her desk. Hands... Arms... Legs... every day. She is so hot that I'm starting to get hard whenever I smell coconuts. Oddly enough, as much as she uses it, the amount of lotion in the bottle doesn't decrease. It mysteriously seems to replenish itself whenever everyone is out of the office.

  I have to tell someone. I can't tell my friends because I fear what they might think of me. At times I even think why didn't I do something, how could I have let this happen. I should have done more to stop this from happening. Then more times I'm thinking how fucken hot was that. I just have to get it off my chest.  My girlfriend, Karen, and myself had a vacation booked and we were really looking forward to getting away together, when disaster struck. COVID. It closed every country. When restrictions were eventually lifted, our relationship was going through a rocky patch. We decided that maybe a trip away might be the thing that would help us, but even deciding where to go caused trouble.  Karen comes from a well-to-do family and is use to the finer things in life. She wanted to go for two weeks to a spa resort in Japan. I'm into the outdoors. I saw this place, in  the Andaman Sea, which had these beach huts that I always wanted to stay in. We compromised, well I compromised, we said we would stay 4 days in the beach huts and then fly to the spa and stay for 10 days there. I was getting ready to book the hut when Karen saw the place I was about to book, she said " no way" "not a hope". She said, "I'm going to book the beach hut". I just said fine and left her at it. The hut she booked, did look better than the ones that I was going for, so we reserved it for April.We arrived at the airport and got through customs without a problem. Our taxi driver was in the lobby waiting for us, and led us out to his car. Once the doors of the airport opened, bang, the heat hit us. I thought that springtime would be a great time to go but what I didn't realize is that April is the hottest time of the year there and to make things worse, we arrived in the middle of a heatwave. The taxi driver told us that the night-time temperature only drops 5 degrees. It was 110 Fahrenheit/44 Celsius. It took us about the hour to get to our resort. We arrived too early to check in so we went for a walk towards the huts. One of them was being cleaned so we went inside to take a look. It looks nothing like the website. The windows and doors only covered by nets. There was a mattress thrown on the ground in the corner and the table to eat off of was in the middle of the of the room. In the back corner of that same room was a curtain and it was hiding a hole in the floor, that was our toilet and for the showers we had to go out the back of the huts to a communal site. Karen was almost in tears as she shouts "I'm not staying here." On the way back to the lobby I calmed her down a small bit. We checked in and I got the number of our hut. As we were walking out, a fellow with a very feminine voice asked the receptionist was she staying with us. He stops Karen and  introduces himself as the owner of this resort his name was Tommy. He said that he has a bungalow with a private beach that he is going to give us as an upgrade. I asked him how much extra will all this cost and Karen barks at me, " I don't care how much it costs we'll take it." Tommy leads her back to the opposite end of the counter and tells her that she's much too good for a hut. I see a smile on the face of the guy who originally checked us in. The good part about it was he didn't charge us anything extra. Tommy led us to the bungalow. WOW, it was stunning. Sitting on top of a small hill overlooking a beach with Coconut trees behind. There was absolutely nothing else around it. As he leads us into the bungalow the first thing you notice is that there are doors and windows which are covered by screens. A beautiful veranda, deck chairs and hammock. There was a room for sitting and eating with a bedroom off of it, with a proper bed. The bathroom had an open shower which drained into the hole in the ground that is used as a toilet. Karen loved it, not so much the toilet but everything else. I do have to admit, it was beautiful.The first thing Karen did was take a shower. Her outfit was drenched from the sweat. Her bra and panties felt like she took a swim  with them on. The first thing I did was head down to the beach, took a look around and saw nobody, took off my t-shirt and board shorts and dove into the water. Even the water was warm but, oh, how refreshing, a private beach. A little while later I see Karen looking down from the veranda, naked. "This is the life."In the evening we went to the bar and restaurant just beside reception. As we walked in Tommy comes up to Karen asking if she's settling in and guides her to the counter just totally ignoring me, having a 5 minute conversation, without trying to bring me into it. I don't know why but I just can't warm to him. I know he upgraded us but I think he's a bit creepy. I mentioned this to Karen over dinner but she totally disagreed with me saying he's the only reason we're still here. After dinner we went to the bar to have a few drinks. The place was busier than I thought with the DJ playing some nice music. There were a few couples out dancing so I asked Karen if she wanted to dance but she gave me the coldest, NO. We were just  about to head back home when Tommy comes over to the table and grabbed Karen off the chair and pulled her onto the dance floor saying to her "Mr Karen should have pretty girl dancing." There I am, sitting, watching the two of them. She totally refused me but there is no problem going out with her new bestie. They eventually come off the floor. Walking past the table, Karen said "come on we're going home." Tommy and her stopped at the counter, giggling with each other and then they inform me that we're going to a dance tomorrow that Tommy is holding at his club. Well, I see I have no say in the matter, so fine by me. He told us that he'll.. have the receptionist get a taxi for us and have the driver ask for him.It was unbelievable just how hot it is at night. I slept in the hammock with a mosquito net over it but it was a broken sleep. I'd be woken by Karen who would come out to try to sleep, like me in the hammock, but would never stop going on about it being too hot and she can't sleep disturbing my sleep. Her motto must be, "if I can't sleep neither can you." The day time was magical. We were laying around on the porch most of the time, heading to the water for a dip with one sexy looking girl next to me, with no clothes or bikini on.....NICE.... That evening we got ready to go to the club. The receptionist got us a taxi and off we went. We were being driven for about 30 minutes when the taxi pulled into an industrial estate stopping at this huge warehouse. The amount of people trying to gain entry stretched the length of the building. The taxi driver gets out and opened our door, leads us to one of the doormen, who checks us up and down before he talks into his shoulder mic. He tells another of the doormen to wait inside the door with us. I'm usually the one queuing outside waiting to get in, not the one being escorted in.We were eventually met by Tommy who was being escorted by 3 minders. As usual he completely ignored me and he went straight to Karen and was complimenting how she looked in her dress. I have to admit,  she was looking really sexy. All I could tell you about her dress was, it was a black very short mini, with shiny thin straps.  Tommy was spinning her around saying, " with that black velvet mini and crystal straps, that must be Magda Butrym design. ( I had to look at Karen's dress, just now, to see what name was on the label). Karen was delighted that he knew the designer of her dress and by the sounds of it, it's an expensive one. Tommy leads us into the main part of the warehouse and seeing the inside just confirmed what I thought. It's a Rave. The place was so, so crowded. There was a DJ on an elevated stage, the lighting was like something I'd never seen before. Colorful lights spinning and flashing to the heavy base sounds of some monster speakers. I don't know how much it would cost to get in but Tommy must have made a small fortune tonight. He brings us to the side of the bar whispered into the ear of one of the barman, turns to Karen saying, he'll look after us. He said to enjoy ourselves and he'll checkup later. I asked the barman for drinks and when I went to pay, he told me that Tommy doesn't want us to pay for any drinks. As I was bringing the drinks back to Karen, I noticed Tommy talking to group of guys and two of them turned and looked in our direction. Maybe I'm only paranoid but I don't like him. I said what I saw to Karen but she barks at me, "will you just stop being such a dick, he's a great person." We were just after finishing our second drink when Tommy and his minders came back to us. Again Tommy totally ignored me and was straight up to Karen wondering why she wasn't out dancing. He takes Karen's almost empty glass and hands it to me then leads Karen towards the packed floor. I put the glasses on the bar and followed them. One of the minders was pushing his way through and one more on either side was shielding Karen and himself from the dancers. They stopped, center of the floor about 6 people back from the barriers that were blocking the stage and Tommy started to dance with Karen. He stayed there for about 5 minutes and then headed off, with his minders, telling us to enjoy the night. People all around us were like zombies, just stairring up at the DJ, swooning to everything he said and dancing.  Things started to get a bit rougher. I was being barged out of the way by people trying to get closer to the stage. The next thing is the crowd who are doing the barging seems to be dancing around Karen. They're 4 behind her and 3 in front. They separate Karen and myself but I pushed back along her side and said to her that you better be careful, something fishy is happening. Karen kicked her leg slightly and said " ouch, why did you scratch me. Will you fuck off and let me enjoy my night." I didn't touch her at all. I just backed off and kept an eye on her.It was quite hard to see what was happening. Maybe I was, over reacting. They did seem to be only dancing unlike, Karen, who went from this very refined swaying, to a pole dancer without a pole. Her hands were over her head as she had her body snaking. Then she'd bring her hands down and start guiding them over her boobs, continuing down to her thighs and back up delaying around her low stomach before rubbing her ass. This is not how Karen acts. The next thing that happens is, the guys that we're dancing by her, start to squeeze into her. The ones behind her start to push forward and the ones in front stand firm which put Karen squashed between them, she was the meat in their sandwich, as she keeps dancing very provocatively. Not long after this, the lighting changes. It went from spinning coloured lights mostly pointed at the stage to white strobing lights which was faced to the dancers on the floor. This lighting was very blinding, but it wasn't stopping me from getting glimpses of what was happening alongside me. 2 of the guys behind Karen pulled out their phones and turned on the torch light and then took turns pointing it up her dress. Karen's being given an upskirt. Well, they really hit the jackpot. Huge jackpot!!! Karen has a thigh gap, she's wearing no panties, has a landing strip cut out of her pubes and she has the biggest, floppy, pussy lips ever. She's getting an upskirt and I'm doing nothing to stop it being done to her. Well she did tell me to "fuck off and let her dance" and I was loving watching this happen to her.  This seems to be going on for ages when I think I see one of the guys with his dick pulled out and he has it resting on Karen's dress and with her dancing, she's giving his dick a good grind. They take turns having their dicks rubbed and tossed by Karen's ass, while filming all that was happening and she's oblivious to the groping that's being done to her. The guys headed off just as fast as they arrived. I wasn't 100 percent sure but I think one of the guys is the same person that Tommy was talking to before he took us out on the floor. The lights change back to the colorful spinning ones which makes  me wonder even more.Karen was still in a world of her own. Nothing was stopping her from dancing, she was buzzing. Tommy and his minders came back to us and he led Karen over to the bar and gave her a bottle of water, again I thought that was strange. He said that the night was almost over and that it would be very hard to get a taxi with everyone looking for one, so he'll give us a drive back to the bungalow. What happened in the next few days was even crazier/dangerous, scary as shit.Part 2 later

im all fucked up on blow fucking my ass with a vibrator. tips on real slippery lube? using coconut oil and its not slippery enough.

Getting ready for a good time. I love my coconut oil

Your plane crashed knocking you out in the process. You awake on an island no bigger than you laying down. There is one tree with coconuts. You have no tools or any material items, except the clothes on your back. There is nothing but water surrounding you. What do you do?