I’ve had this very close friend who I’ve known since I was a teenager. We were very close to dating, though we never did and instead were friends with benefits for a while, even after she moved out of state and came to visit about once a year. One time when I was around 19 she visited my house (I still lived with my family). We were hanging out in the basement and ended up messing around. Before we did anything sexual, she told me she had recently learned how to squirt (which I had no idea at the time that you could just learn as a new skill). She was sitting with her ass hanging off the couch as I was fingering her and she told me she was about to squirt. But then it hit me…. the strongest smell of shit I’ve ever smelled in my life just hits me like a wave. I start to look down to see if it’s all over her ass cheeks but I couldn’t see anything. We finish what we were doing, and she goes on her phone as she just sits on the couch, but I try not to make it obvious as I stand and dart my eyes around across the carpet to see if I could find the shit. You would think it would be right under where she was hanging off the couch, but no somehow it wasn’t and my theory is that it rolled and got some distance. Be it we are also in low light basement with only the TV creating light. Coincidentally, the carpet under us is a dark brown/black color which made it completely camouflaged and felt like I was looking at the hardest page of an ISpy book. Like I said, I didn’t wanna make it obvious so I chose to go along with the lights being off so she couldn’t notice me trying to find it as much. I then take one step and feel something warm squish into the bottom of my sock. Immediately a shiver runs down my spine, and I freeze in a panic, knowing immediately what I had just stepped in. At this point she is still on her phone sitting on the couch distracted. I try my very best to do a sort of half limp behind the couch to the garbage can out of sight of her where I then ripped my sock off and fling it into the trash. I made an excuse to go upstairs, and I take the trash to the bin outside. Also my entire family is upstairs so avoiding them in the moment was complete luck. I then go to the bathroom and see if it went through my sock and try my best to compose myself about what just occurred. I walked back downstairs to continue my search and within 1 minute, I take another step onto the carpet opposite the end we were sitting over on the couch. I feel a warm squish run up the side of my heel on my bare foot and immediately, I freeze and involuntarily let out a small yelp that was muted instantly by my lips squeezing shut. At this point, I have truly never been more unprepared to deal with a situation in my entire life. I now do a fast limp and repeat the process this time running up the stairs into my shower where I scrubbed the bottom of my foot aimlessly. When I was done composing myself which consisted of saying “What the fuck is happening what the fuck is happening” multiple times while scrubbing my foot with a brush. I create a cover-up story in order not to embarrass this girl I’ve been close with for years. I walk back downstairs and explain to her that I believe my dog had shit on the carpet earlier and that I had stepped in it. She went along with it and that I was going to clean it up when I found it. She went along with it so we then turned on some lights and used both our phone lights to get close to the dark brown/black colored carpet and we both are now scanning the carpet with our eyes to find her own shit. Eventually, we find it into my surprise after I had stepped in it the first time I had tracked it across the carpet. Which is why I stepped in it for a second time and I completely different area of the carpet. It was also squished deep into the carpet, which also made it very hard to find. After I cleaned it up, we put on a movie and she tried making a move on me. We made out a bit, but I didn’t want to go any further because I just couldn’t get that event out of my head in that moment. Afterwards, she went home and to this day, I’ve never brought up to her and exposed her for her accident. I pretty sure she knows what she did and will never admit it which is fine since it’s in the past now and she doesn’t need too. I believe what happened was she thought she was going to squirt and there was just a lot of pressure and she tried to force it and ended up shitting. I’m sure it’s a different feeling entirely not that I would know, but that’s just my theory. I’ve consulted many guy and girl friends about this and in horror they seem to agree on my theory. It’ll be many years before I even come close to forgetting about it all. Shit happens
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If you dhit on my carpet, I’m not worried about sparing your feelings. 🤣