About Tasty Scat

Today was one of my “leave early” days. I go home after lunch and take some work with me. As is usual on these occasions I held my dump until I was on the train home. I rather enjoy doing it on the train, I suppose it’s the motion that helps. Anyway it was a lovely afternoon and it felt wonderful to be sat there doing my stuff, just taking my time as the train rolled on. It was a good satisfying dump and smelled more than a little by the time I had finished. So I doused myself in perfume just to disguise the stink! Now I have to confess to being a bit naughty! You aren’t supposed to flush train toilets in a station because it goes all over the track; but today I did what I often do instead. My train home is a “fast” train - it doesn’t stop many places; so I waited until we were passing through a station and then flushed! I could see quite a few people on the platform as I passed; I wonder what they thought? It gives me a secret thrill to think of those people looking down at my poos strewn all over the track! Does anyone out there look down at the track to see if someone has dumped?

Posted on August 21st, 2007 by Ken
Filed under: Daily Dump, scat slave, American, Story, Shit