Ome Willem
Monday morning. I get up, get dressed, run a washcloth over my face and take a few sips of juice from the fridge. I also take out my lunch box and put it in my backpack.
I put on my coat, give Mieke, who is now also up, a big kiss and go to the car to drive to work.
The weather is bad and therefore it is busier than usual on the road. Fortunately, no traffic jam at the traffic lights near the city. I can almost park my car in the front of the parking garage again. I always start early. Then I can leave right on time, without the risk of traffic jams and then I still have something to do with my afternoon.
The mailbox is almost empty so I can immediately continue with some routine jobs.
But first I go to get coffee from the machine and immediately put my lunch box in the fridge. I'll take a sandwich out of it for breakfast and want to take it to my desk.
Then I notice a peculiar smell. I open the sandwich and smell it better now. And I see it too.
Immediately the song from the children's series "Uncle Willem" comes to mind. "Do you also like a poo sandwich?" was a very popular song with the children.
Mieke has given me a sandwich with poo. A thin layer of poo. "When would she have done that?" I question. What a kinky girl she is.
I understand that this is of course an obligatory assignment and without a colleague around I sink my teeth into the whole grain sandwich. It is not tasty, but it is "hot" enough to enjoy it. Together with sips of coffee I manage to swallow the sandwich quickly.
With a firm dick I walk to the disabled toilet where I can really be private for a while and quickly jerk off in front of the mirror above the sink. That's the beauty of this toilet. The toilet bowl and washbasin are in one room and only one person can enter at a time. So a lot of privacy. And I often make use of that. Sometimes I also shove some poo in my face or something. I can also clean myself well above the sink if necessary.
Very satisfied I go back to work and can't wait to go home to spoil Mieke as a thank you.
Run!
One afternoon, after eating a large slice of cream pie and a few cups of coffee, Mieke suddenly starts to moan. I ask what's wrong with her.
"Suddenly I have a lot of trouble with my intestines. I sometimes have that after whipped cream. I think I should run to the bathroom!"
"I'll run with you! I want to experience this. Can I lie under you in the shower?"
"Really? I think this is diarrhea! But I think it's fine. You horny guy of mine! As long as you don't swallow anything because that doesn't seem safe to me." she says concerned.