My pie fetish started the way most of them do, (at least the ones I've read about) when I was a kid watching someone randomly get pied on t.v. or in a movie. Of course I felt embarrassed at first when I watched it. I didn't want anyone else to notice I was embarrassed, because secretly I liked it. I liked it, because even at an early age, it aroused something in me. Over the years I have grown and developed my own little fantasies, which I enjoy writing out. But I also wanted to share a little about why I am here, so this is an excerpt from my diary about the first time I smashed something sweet and sticky into my face:
10/2013-My Birthday
33 years old, not much to celebrate, especially as uneventful as my life has become, sitting home alone for the rest of the evening and it's only 7pm. I have been having so many dreams about pieing myself and waking up orgasming that I have to try it, and it's my birthday, so why not serve myself some of that cake left over on the counter? Why not? I deserve to have fun! I deserve to have incredible orgasms, I deserve to live out my sexual fantasies, I deserve to have that cake smashed in my face!

I set out a towel in front of my full length mirror, and sat naked, fully posed to masturbate. I had a piece of the cake in front of me, and I stared at it, and then stared at myself in the mirror. I started remembering dreams of pieing myself and started to get more turned on, so I took a dallop of the cream and smeared it around my vagina, not in it mind you, but around it. It felt so good! So creamy! I took another dallop of cream and smeared it around my breasts and nipples, oh god! I got so much more excited, I was really getting turned on! I started getting cream in my pussy and then scooping it out and licking it off my fingers and I was getting so horny I started to penetrate myself.

As I began to masturbate I picked up that entire piece of cake and held it for a moment, staring at it. "This is it! I'm gonna do it!" I thought excitedly, but I just continued to hesitate. "I am actually going to do this!" I kept talking myself up to it. It was a little embarrassing, I mean, here I am, about to smash cake in my face while masturbating, really? I was masturbating while I was debating with myself, all the while staring at that piece of cake. Thick, moist in my hand, triple layered, with lots of whipped cream and cherries too.

I began to feel silly, started to talk myself down. I really felt like chickening out, but I kept penetrating myself and it felt so good I started to climax to an orgasm. As my orgasm began to hit me, without even thinking about it, I did it. I did it! I smashed that cake into my face! It, smashed, all, over, my, face! It was much gooier than expected, I was covered in whipped topping. Pieces of the cake were dropping off my face and down my naked body. Oh the feeling of it dripping down my skin was so incredible! I just slathered it around in ecstasy, and the orgasm! Oh god, the orgasm I had was cosmic!

And then the orgasm was over, and there I was, with cake all over me. All over my face, my hair, my body, I was covered pretty good. I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked stupid, the cream was so thick I couldn't even wipe it away. I felt so guilty and ashamed at having enjoyed making myself so dirty, and vowed never to do it again.

Of course, immediately having written the last sentence, I am now getting aroused again thinking about the last piece of that cake sitting on the counter. Oh god, it felt so good, oh hell, I need seconds, Happy Birthday to me!