Bi-Sexual Female / 21
Mandy's Diary part 1
The first time I pood my knickers on purpose was when I was 13. It wasn't exactly on purpose but when it happened I liked it so much I didn't try to stop it.
I've always liked to hold my poo for as long as I can because I love the feeling of relief when I finally get to the toilet and let it all out. The only problem was I was walking home from school at the time and I hadn't pood all weekend. By Monday afternoon I was bursting to go
and as I was walking home from school I started thinking about doing it in my knickers. Of course there was no way I could actually do it on purpose. Not in the street where I could be seen. But it was turning me on and I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. I knew it was dirty and wrong and I tried to think about something else. The problem was I was so desperate for a poo I kept getting reminded about doing it in my knickers and the more I thought about it the more I was tempted to give it a try. I couldn't see anyone close by and I figured I might get away with it, so I relaxed for about two seconds. I felt the poo move down to my anus and I got nervous and clenched against the pressure but my bowels kept pushing and I felt powerless to resist the urge. I relaxed again and I felt relief as the turd came out. It bent over when it met the back of my knickers and it broke off at about six inches. It was followed by another one about the same size and my knickers sagged under the weight of it. I pushed the last few inches of it out and it felt so good. When I got home I ran straight up to the toilet before I was noticed and emptied my knickers in the toilet and cleaned myself up. My knickers were heavily soiled and I rinsed them out in the sink but I couldn't get the stains out so I hid them behind my wardrobe so no one would find them.
The first time I pood my knickers on purpose was when I was 13. It wasn't exactly on purpose but when it happened I liked it so much I didn't try to stop it.
I've always liked to hold my poo for as long as I can because I love the feeling of relief when I finally get to the toilet and let it all out. The only problem was I was walking home from school at the time and I hadn't pood all weekend. By Monday afternoon I was bursting to go
and as I was walking home from school I started thinking about doing it in my knickers. Of course there was no way I could actually do it on purpose. Not in the street where I could be seen. But it was turning me on and I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. I knew it was dirty and wrong and I tried to think about something else. The problem was I was so desperate for a poo I kept getting reminded about doing it in my knickers and the more I thought about it the more I was tempted to give it a try. I couldn't see anyone close by and I figured I might get away with it, so I relaxed for about two seconds. I felt the poo move down to my anus and I got nervous and clenched against the pressure but my bowels kept pushing and I felt powerless to resist the urge. I relaxed again and I felt relief as the turd came out. It bent over when it met the back of my knickers and it broke off at about six inches. It was followed by another one about the same size and my knickers sagged under the weight of it. I pushed the last few inches of it out and it felt so good. When I got home I ran straight up to the toilet before I was noticed and emptied my knickers in the toilet and cleaned myself up. My knickers were heavily soiled and I rinsed them out in the sink but I couldn't get the stains out so I hid them behind my wardrobe so no one would find them.
