My heart pounded faster and faster in my chest with every step I took, and try as I might to hold myself back, I couldn't help but quicken my pace to match it's frantic beating. I cast a furtive glance left and right, scanning the twilit street to see if anyone was looking, before slipping unnoticed down the same darkened alley I'd first discovered a week ago.
Of course, a densely packed city such as this had no shortage of alleys, but there were two things about this alley in particular that had made it the object of my reluctant, but burgeoning obsession. First, it was secluded: the alley formed an 'L' shape, coming to a dead end encircled by buildings on all sides, hidden away from the prying eyes of pedestrians and motorists. Few windows looked out over the dismal, decrepit backstreet, and those that did were shuttered or boarded up.
Second, and perhaps because of it's secluded nature, it served as a neglected rubbish dump for the many businesses that backed onto it. The alley was lined with seldom-emptied dumpsters, filled to overflowing with the refuse of the surrounding restaurants and takeout stores. The entire place stank—a foul, fetid stench that permeated the very brickwork and concrete, thick enough in the air I could taste it on my tongue. Part of me recoiled in revulsion—not just at the smell, but at the way the disgusting scent aroused another, much more primal part of me. This alley, the stench, what I planned to do... there was something that fascinated me about the filth and squalor, an incomprehensible, perverse appeal to the repulsive that I neither wanted, nor understood. I knew perfectly well how stomach-churningly sickening my depraved obsession with filth was. I had tried to ignore my sick desires, to block them out, to live a normal life—and yet, nothing changed the fact that this garbage-strewn alley moistened my panties in a way no man or woman could.
A taboo thrill ran through me as I approached one of the dumpsters, a shudder of anticipation. The massive bin was as dirty as anything else in this alley, the once-blue surface stained with spilt liquids and grime, the logo encrusted with filth to the point it was unreadable. Desire surged within me, a sick desperation that overpowered what little of my self-restraint that still remained. I reached for the rim, clutching it tightly and hauling myself up and over the edge.
The dumpster was half-filled with a putrid pile of waste: rotting meat, week-old foodscraps, discarded wrappers, almost-empty bottles leaking the last of their contents into the mountain of trash. Unidentifiable but foul-smelling slime pooled in one corner, a thick, viscous green sludge that oozed deeper into the garbage as I disturbed it. I sank into the trash, lowering myself into it until I lay amongst the filth and refuse, a perverse glee welling up in my chest at the thought of being surrounded by that vile, putrescent rubbish.
For a moment, I simply sprawled among the waste, taking a deep breath of the noxious stench of it all, a lightheaded, giddy sensation overtaking me. What I was doing was so depraved, so utterly sick and perverse—I shuddered with ecstasy at the mere thought.
At last, my fingers went to the hem of my shirt, and I began to peel my clothing off, discarding it piece by piece until I lay naked amid the revolting mess. I could feel the filth and garbage pressing against my bare flesh, and the sensation sent another shudder of pleasure and disgust through my nude form.