Author: sthubertbbq

Touched by the Toto – Part II

[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/okn40v/touched_by_the_toto_part_1/)

“Please Jane, allow me to make you more comfortable”

Jane was usually a shy pooper, but she soon felt the smooth toilet seat beneath her gently warm her rear.

Her last bowel movement, before Bruno came into her life, was a challenge. Her tits had heaved heavily while she sat on the toilet, and a splitting headache overcame her as she exerted every fiber in her body to push the stubborn nubs out of her, holding her breath while doing so, sweat dripping down her face.

Jane leaned back on Bruno and instantly, started to feel more relaxed. Slowly, her sphincter opened and out slid a smooth, painless and satisfying deuce. Gratification washed over her the instant the object left her rear; she felt light and hollow inside. With the act completed, she looked over to the sleek, enticing control panel and curiously wondered what buttons to press. One named “Soft Rear” caught her eye. Her soft rectum had never been kissed by Bruno before. Read more »

Touched by the Toto // Part 1

It was dark inside the washroom. And lonely.

This was the worst date of Jane’s life. Her boyfriend once again forgot their anniversary and embarrassed her by showing up to her house in his house/car. All the neighbors furrowed their brows as he stepped out of his rusty Ford Focus wearing nothing but a crusty towel. He still stubbornly refused to shave and scratched her cheek when he reached to kiss her and smelled of week-old barbecue sauce.

He relied on her for everything. She paid for his auto insurance and bought him perfumes to mask his odors. She arranged for several interviews with various employers but all were repulsed by his demeanor and slovenly appearance.

He dropped his towel as he opened the door.

“Sorry” he said, “my only pair of underwear is at the cleaners'”

“It’s already that time of month again?” she said, rolling her eyes.

“I got you something”

“Oh?”

“I saved you some of the pineapple express I smoked on the way here, there’s still a couple of drags left”

He pulled out the short, limp and charred tip of a joint, as he reached for his towel. Read more »