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Saturday morning, bf out of town, so I rose early to take my walk. Dark blue cashmere sweater and black yoga pants over a white bra and white nylon full briefs. It was so early that I had not yet dropped the morning load, and by the time I had done my circuit of the park, my bowels were calling out for release.
I went to the park bathroom. It was locked. I don't usually take such an early walk, didn't realize that the park service doesn't come round to open the bathrooms till eight. What to do? I could try to make it home, pausing every minute to take a deep breath, clench my fists and my teeth, and hold myself together. I could do the same thing while waiting for the park service to open the damn bathroom, and at least have the pleasure of having a man see me in total desperation. I could creep into the bushes and drop my drawers.
But what the heck, I'm a fetish girl, so I just let nature have its way, and fully unloaded the morning dump in my big white nylon full briefs.
I had a nice walk home, too. One of my neighbors -- male!!! -- was already up and working in his yard. I waved hello to him -- walked right past him too!
It's the kind of thing that makes you tremble when you get home and begin cleaning up. Did he notice anything, or not? Part of me, the "normal" part, prays that he didn't. Another part of me, the "fetish slut," prays that he did.
I went to the park bathroom. It was locked. I don't usually take such an early walk, didn't realize that the park service doesn't come round to open the bathrooms till eight. What to do? I could try to make it home, pausing every minute to take a deep breath, clench my fists and my teeth, and hold myself together. I could do the same thing while waiting for the park service to open the damn bathroom, and at least have the pleasure of having a man see me in total desperation. I could creep into the bushes and drop my drawers.
But what the heck, I'm a fetish girl, so I just let nature have its way, and fully unloaded the morning dump in my big white nylon full briefs.
I had a nice walk home, too. One of my neighbors -- male!!! -- was already up and working in his yard. I waved hello to him -- walked right past him too!
It's the kind of thing that makes you tremble when you get home and begin cleaning up. Did he notice anything, or not? Part of me, the "normal" part, prays that he didn't. Another part of me, the "fetish slut," prays that he did.
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