In early 2006, I began seeing a new girl. She was a relatively smart girl…and for the most part a lot of fun even if she was a melodramatic bitch on a few scattered occasions. She is the type of girl you remain friends with after your time together ends…and I have…so hopefully she never reads this story…

My relationship with this girl began either in very late 2005 or early 2006, I was too drunk in those days to remember now. I met her out at a bar with a my buddy who was dating one of her friends and later that same night she was using me like a human dildo in the back seat of her sports car and then her childhood bed at her parents’ house…and hence she earned the nickname “Mustang Samantha” for the rest of our time together… Several months into our affair “Mustang” decided she would stay the night after balling my brains out. Being the gentleman I am, I decided to put clean sheets on the bed after our night of drunken intercourse.

Fast forward to the next day… We awoke around noon the following day…and to my surprise “Mustang” did not put her clothes back on and leave quietly so that I could spend the day scratching my balls and chasing other strange as is customary for most of my sex buddies…No, that day “Mustang” decided to hang out for the day…like a girlfriend… You can imagine how ticked off I was by her precociousness and her presumptuousness…never before had a non-girlfriend decided she would spend the day with me. I felt stuck and trapped…to the point of anger. In order to deal with her presence I decided to hate fuck her…for most of the day…on the fresh bed sheets… I picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, threw her down and proceeded to have my way with her in a very rough and mildly disrespectful way.

After nailing her skull to my headboard for several hours, I decided I had my fill of “Mustang” and rolled over for a quick nap. Apparently she finally realized it was time for her to depart…unfortunately it was already 5 or 6PM and my day was shot…

After Mustang departed I arose and looked at the sheets where she had been laying on her back while she was being pounded. It was then that I saw the most disgusting souvenir any hookup had ever left me… (even worse than the crimson shower story which will be appearing on this website soon)… No, it wasn’t urine…worse, Mustang had shit my bed! Now don’t get me wrong, I am not talking turds all over the bed…just skid marks, but it was still fucking disgusting none the less. I guess we fucked so hard and for so long that she just couldn’t hold it in…

I know it’s a disgusting thought but what if she had a little turtle head popping out the whole time I was fucking her… What if I had missed the top hole and I had accidentally fucked her fecal matter…imagine that conversation…my penis would have been scarred for life!

Regardless, I instantly threw the sheets away and had to buy a new set…and Mustang was never allowed over for a fuck session again… Although I don’t think she ever really understood why. In fact, I didn’t sleep with her again at all for a while…though this is mostly attributable to the fact that I resented her for taking so long to leave my house on the day she shit my bed…and not because of the actual shit-present she left me… When I did sleep with her again it was a one time thing and I only did it because she begged me to hit it and agreed I wouldn’t have to kiss her or stay to cuddle.

Looking back, I guess Mustang was really the one who dicked me over…I mean I am the one that had to buy new sheets…