The number of times I have have had genuine poo accidents in my pants I can count with the fingers on one hand, all of them at school at an age when I was in short trousers. The number of genuine wetting accidents I would need my toes to count with aswell, these include the ones into my adult years, two in my car, more than once I have woken in my bed in full flow and once on a train coming home late at night. On all occasions I was on my own so there was no explaining to do to anyone.
I’m the kind of guy who enjoys life. I have a pretty good job, I live in a nice appartment, drive a decent car, eat out with friends on occasions and when the oppertunity arises, I enjoy making love. I have the kind of life style that alot of people have.
My question is this. Why is it when I am at home on my own, I love to poo or wet my pants? My favorite time is if I need a dump when I get home from work. It’s straight to the bathroom, mirrors placed and a real turn on to watch a huge bulge grow in the seat of my suit, if I get really turned on, I will remove my suit, keep my shirt and tie on and sit on it. As my warm poo spreads across my buttocks, I find myself pulling at my tie, the tightness around my neck, so arousing, eventually I have to let go, pulling the Knot to one side and losen the collar. I would love to sit down with my suit on, but don’t feel I can explain that kind of stain to the drycleaner!! I have light coloured trousers that I keep for peeing in.I love to watch them turn a darker shade around the crotch and down my legs. When I’m done, I slip into my jeans and a casual top and nip down to the pub for a quick pint with my friends, slipping back into my conformist way of life as is the previous hour has never happened. Only once have I ever done poo in my pants on purpose outside my home. I had been shopping at the local cash and carry one evening and as I was loading the car I had a strong urge to load my pants. Nervous though I was, it was truly exciting and sitting on it led to a good jerk when I got home.I don’t know how many times I’ve done it in my pants on purpose over the years. I’ve never shared my guilty pleasure with anyone. Does anyone else lead this secret life style and then steps back into the real world like I do? Any comments appreciated.