Desire, Anxiety, and Scat
Shit stinks. But it don’t taste like anything. That nigger shit a horse turd too! I bit. It mashed out against the corner of my mouth. I chewed. It was like sour starch paste. And grainy. . . . I took my face away and wiped my chin. My palm streaked brown. I spit out about half of what I still had in my mouth into my hand. I looked at it a few seconds. Then, kneeling back on the floor, I put it inside my open fly and rubbed it around on my cock and nuts. It felt good; but it