My Steamy Story: Jill is having diarrhoea in a outhouse...

My Story Time:

Okay, so full tea, bestie—this is not my usual ‘slay’ moment, but I was at this boujee music festival and my stomach was absolutely not having it. I’d eaten a questionable falafel, and let’s just say the vibes were… aggressively intestinal. I high-key had to make a mad dash for this rickety outhouse in the far corner of the field.

I barely got the door latched before my shorts were around my ankles and I was yeeting the entire contents of my digestive system into that godforsaken pit. Oof. It was a hot, messy, liquid situation, and the sounds coming from my pussy’s neighbor were just… iconic in the worst way. I was sweating, moaning “oh god” with every painful cramp, feeling my cunt clench with the sheer force of it all. I was literally shaking, gripping the splintery wood seat for dear life, thinking, “This is the antithesis of main character energy.” The smell was so spicy, I almost ghosted my own body. Sheesh. A truly humbling experience, period.