The office of Samantha, a powerful businesswoman in her late 30s, was a picture of ruthless efficiency. Neat stacks of documents adorned her desk, each one meticulously organized and attended to. Her piercing blue eyes scanned the pages, her mind working tirelessly to dissect and analyze the contents.
But as she worked, her gaze would occasionally drift towards the shelf in the corner of her office. There, nestled among various trinkets and awards, was an urn. It was simple, unassuming, but it held a secret that only Samantha knew.
She remembered the little boy it contained, his innocence and cuteness. But she quickly shook off the sentimentality. After all, she was a woman who prided herself on her strength, her controlling nature, and her directness. Sentimentality had no place here.
With a wicked smile on her face, she stood up and approached the urn. She unbuttoned her pants and hovered over it, a playful insult on her lips. "Well, little boy, you're about to become a part of me in the most disgusting way possible."
She laughed as she relieved herself into the urn, the absurdity of the situation turning her on even more. When she finished, she stepped back and admired her work. She couldn't believe how turned on she was by this.
Hours later, Samantha was alone in her office. She couldn't get the image of the urn out of her head. She decided to take care of it now. She locked the door and approached the urn once again.
She took it off the shelf and started to masturbate, using the urn as a prop. She reached her climax and set the urn down, panting heavily. She looked at the urn and couldn't believe what she'd done.
She decided to dispose of the ashes. She took the urn to the bathroom and poured the ashes into the toilet. But as she did, she started to have diarrhea. She couldn't stop, and soon she was shitting all over the ashes, laughing at the absurdity of it all.
When she finished, she flushed the toilet, watching as the ashes went down the drain. She waved goodbye to the ashes, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation.
She went back to her office, still turned on by what she'd done. She decided to masturbate once again, this time with the memory of the urn and the ashes in her mind.
She reached her climax once again and collapsed on her desk, exhausted but satisfied. She knew she'd done something truly fucked up, but she couldn't help but laugh at herself.
As she cleaned herself up and got back to work, she smirked to herself. The little boy's ashes were now a part of her, whether he liked it or not.
And she knew deep down, it was a secret that would always turn her on.
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