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Originally posted by MariaYeah, seriously, guys, my real job is a receptionist/office manager at a medical clinic, perfectly normal, I just get off on this stuff, I am not exotic or a professional. In all honesty, the dirtiest pic ever taken of me was when I went on a holiday Greek Island cruise and got a little too enthusiastic partying in Mykonos, forgot how to sit properly in a short skirt, wondered why guys were asking me for a date and it was only later when I saw the photos my friend took that night that I realized my undies were showing. If that is as nasty as I ever get, I guess I am pretty boring.
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Mykanos
Oh Greece, been a while but I still love you so..
Love the idea of a fellow miss curious having a bit of a poo fetish.. mine dates back to late teens in high school, teens messing with Exlax for slimming of all things!
Thats what got me on this little game...
J
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Originally posted by JannyPPOh Greece, been a while but I still love you so..
Love the idea of a fellow miss curious having a bit of a poo fetish.. mine dates back to late teens in high school, teens messing with Exlax for slimming of all things!
Thats what got me on this little game...
J
Turns out the girls were used to smuggle heroine from Puerto Rico to NYC and the laxative was used to help expel the balloons filled with the drugs. Great story.
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Originally posted by MariaYeah, seriously, guys, my real job is a receptionist/office manager at a medical clinic, perfectly normal, I just get off on this stuff, I am not exotic or a professional. In all honesty, the dirtiest pic ever taken of me was when I went on a holiday Greek Island cruise and got a little too enthusiastic partying in Mykonos, forgot how to sit properly in a short skirt, wondered why guys were asking me for a date and it was only later when I saw the photos my friend took that night that I realized my undies were showing. If that is as nasty as I ever get, I guess I am pretty boring.
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Had one employee poop herself
Originally posted by MariaThanks for all the compliments.
Must admit I have fantasized about doing it at work. I have a bit of an exhibitionist streak to me, can't help thinking about stuff like that.
Well were painting a locked up house and had lunch at a small general store. I warned her about lack of facilities and she simply blew the warning off and to save gas rode with me.
Well thirty minutes later she claimed she had to 'Go'. I told her to go in the bushes since we were in the woods and just the three of us, my male employee told her to just sneak into the woods. She told me it was #2. Again I told her so what. She was known for her long trips to gas stations on my dime, so I held firm this time. She had been warned and became rather dramatic. Even Flash was amused and thought like me she was faking it 'Again'.
Well after an hour she dashed to the bushes just as the seat of her white painter pants turned a deep shade of brown and the toxic odor filled the air. She dropped an orange sized blob in her flowered bikini panty which was plainly visible because of the pee stains. Flash felt bad for her and took her to her truck.
To add insult to everything at the end of the week she tried to charge me for the two hours she left early, since it was all my fault. She didn't last long after that.
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Yes it was
Originally posted by MariaShe sounds like a bit of a skank, to be sure, but hey..... Was it worth it just to see her do it in her pants?
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Originally posted by nick_dI wonder what your co workers would think of you if you loaded your pants.
I became a “weekend warrior woman,” loading my panties in the privacy of my own home, enjoying it on my own as a solitary pleasure, like so many people here. But I always fantasized about doing it in peculiar places. I would stand in front of the mirror dressed in panties, bra, and garter belt, my undies loaded with shit, daydreaming that I was walking down a public street. I longed to do it at work, but of course I was scared to death. Then one day in 1991 when I was 39, I stepped over the edge. At the time I worked in a fairly large medical office, but it was a holiday and almost everyone was gone. I left the front desk and headed down the hallway to the bathroom. Then I got that mischievous, devilish, excited urge that most of us know so well – Why don’t I just do it in my pants?
I figured I would just do a little bit, finish my quick walk down the hall, empty my load into the toilet, and clean my undies as well as possible. So I stopped in my tracks and started to unload. I just couldn’t help it. The idea was just too tempting!
Then all of a sudden, my supervisor came around the hallway corner. That big butch nurse smelled the goodies immediately, and asked me what was up. I told her I had a stomach flu and had just had an accident. She told me to go home. So I escaped that time. But not for long.
A few months later I was leaving the office at 5:00 PM. I went down to the parking garage. I got in my car. I had been packing a big load for quite some time, so I let go as soon as I was in the car. In those early days I just did it as often as possible. As it turned out, I had done it once too often. No sooner had I turned the key in the ignition and rolled down the window than my supervisor poked her face in there. She had hurried down the stairs to hand me some papers to take home with me. Well, she turned white as a sheet and asked me what was wrong. I fumbled some reply about not feeling well again. But I knew that she knew.
About a month later they let go of me, supposedly because of “budget cuts.” I knew the real reason, but what was I going to do? Take them to court and tell the judge I’d been fired because I like to shit in my pants? I just went off with my tail between my legs and got another job.
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Originally posted by MariaYeah, that's why I won't pull stunts like that at work anymore. I like to fantasize about public scenarios, but it is now mostly back to standing in front of the mirror in fancy lingerie, like at the beginning. My bf isn't into it either.
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We've talked about it. He just isn't into it.
There can be a really big divide between those who are into ws and those who are into scat. My ex husband was a very kinky guy, used to want to take me to fetish clubs and swinger parties, etc. In such kinky company, I didn't mind admitting I was a ws fan, but scat play seemed to be off limits even among perverts.
It is a very different situation when it comes to some "bar stool wetting" by a suitably lusty wench. After I got divorced I was on the dating scene for more than a couple of years, and I used to "test the waters" (pun intended) by saying things like: "Oh, don't make me laugh so hard! I'm just about to wet my pants!" Since this is supposedly a somewhat "rare" fetish, it was surprising how many seemingly "vanilla" guys would do their raunchy best to make me laugh even harder!
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