I started this blog so I could tell my stories, tales from my shitty world. I can’t count how many times in the past I’ve been struggling for my shit, holding farts, outdoor diarrhoea, constipation, and so on.

Now, nobody could see these covid times coming, but it is not been lucky time for me.

I wish I could tell more stories in the past, I wanted to confide in my hypothetical audience (the internet) all my incredible stories, which have to stay secret in real life, and so I still want to.

I guess I just have to wait…

As soon as my mind shrinks, so does my anus.

So what? So human is powerful.

But I cannot shit.

Ok. Now I know what is the anal plug shapes based on.

Second session of the day:

Shit flowing like the ocean on a bay

Today I woke up in anxiety.

Here’s what could happen to me under these circumstances:

-constipation

-diarrhoea

-anal cramps

-farts

-everything shit-related

A nice day begins.

When my mind’s somewhere else I don’t feel my shit, it’s in the background. I just hear splashes.

But I am free to go!

That’s not worth commenting.

Dry

Morning stretching for my arse.

Open, andClooose

Open, andClooose

Open, andSHIIIIT!

One single one single one single one. Small ore one.

Stringy