Welcome to the Festival Constipation Diaries! I’m currently living it up at one of my favorite festivals, surrounded by over 50,000 people and enduring endless lines for the restroom. As a frequent traveler, I often struggle with constipation, but it’s especially bad at this festival. Every bowel movement I’ve had here has been a massive, thick, dry, lumpy, constipated log. And I couldn’t resist sharing this experience with you!
It’s incredibly embarrassing to keep all those people waiting in line while I’m struggling to go. I try to be as quiet as possible, breathing and pushing like I’m in labor, trying not to make a sound. But with the thin walls of the toilet stalls, it’s impossible not to be heard. And yet, the humiliation turns me on, as evidenced by my soaking wet pussy.