Poop cookies? What's the strangest thing you've ordered online?

IM469 said:

I don't find it surprising that out of the diverse pool of humanity, some people will eat shit - I do find it surprising that there are enough of them to support a business.

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The whole experience assailed me with a medley of sensations as I followed Rachelle’s instructions last night. I picked up her first turd and, as directed, kissed it with gentle awe, coating my tongue as I licked it for a while before biting off that first piece. As my teeth cut away that chunk of thick, hard turd I felt the most exhilarating frisson of sexual excitement compounded by the sight and sound of this beautiful woman in front of me, the woman whose shit was now in my mouth. Initially the taste was something of a surprise. Whereas the smell from the pack was strong with an earthy pungency, not less so by having spent over a week in the mail during its Atlantic crossing, that first taste was unexpectedly light, almost bland. For a while it lay on my tongue ……. softening. Slowly a little dissolved and with it emerged the taste. That was earthy. I swirled it round my mouth and coated my lips. The first tastes of Rachelle’s shit dribbled down my throat as I gazed at her and saw those fingers, sharing my pleasure, as they busied themselves at her own creamy lips. As that first turd softened the tip of my tongue probed its depth. Here it found taste, a rich, animal flavour that I struggle to describe but will never fail to recognise: I chewed the turd, almost with a sense of urgency to test the texture, to explore the taste. Its texture, as with the others I later ate, was remarkably consistent. It was thick and heavy indicative, I think, of a well digested, high fibre, diet. The tastes were varied and fascinating; each morsel containing its own delight, its own surprise. There were many that I could not recognise but I am sure I detected a spice but then it was gone to be replaced by …. by what? A sweetness or was it a fragrance I could detect and then it too was lost. I loved taking Rachelle’s hard turds and breaking them down with teeth and tongue until I could swallow her thick liquid shit with its myriad differing tastes. Heaven sent and perhaps Heaven’s scent.

Thankfully, the poop Rachelle has mailed is very generous and much remains in a cool store to eat in coming nights with more opportunities to test its taste and texture. But despite giving my teeth a thorough brushing I still have, several hours later, a Rachelle after-taste to savour.”

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