I’ve gone for a walk through a busy village. I’m wearing my purple leggings, black ankle boots and a light blue denim jacket. As I’m on the main road, I get the urge but I’m nowhere near a quiet private spot, let alone a bathroom. I’ve got no choice but to squat down by the side of the road, with only a green electrical box as cover from the many passing drivers. The thrill of being seen and the fact that it’s been a while since I went means that the jet I let go through my clothes is powerful and exhilarating. My leggings are drenched, and clearly show up the stains down my legs and aroun... Show more