It was rather late when I finished dinner and decided to go and run myself a nice bath to relax in and unwind from the day’s stress. As I headed towards the bathroom, I also realized that I was slightly backed up; my last poop was two days ago, and the feeling of pressure in the lower part of my stomach was beginning to increase slowly but surely. Nobody was home, so I decided to take the opportunity to indulge in one of my secret fantasies – one that I’d had for a very long time but never had the courage to act out.
I ran the water and added a splash of rose-scented bath foam before turning the lights off, putting two candles on to enhance the atmosphere, and climbing in. I shut my eyes as the warmth of the water enfolded me, and at the same time I felt the pressure building up steadily. In response to it, I pushed gently, and a few small gas bubbles slipped out, and then my poop began to emerge very slowly. Oh, it felt so good! In a way, it felt wrong, because there I was, doing a big poo somewhere that I wasn’t supposed to be doing one, but that just added to the thrill. I kept on pushing until it eventually slid out, and then I stayed where I was for a few more moments, eyes closed, enjoying the relief of it. The water certainly didn’t smell like roses any more, but I didn’t mind that at all. My dream had been fulfilled…and now I had something to remember for a lifetime. I knew that someday I would try it again – now that I knew exactly how amazing it was, how could I not?