Sadie Cabra
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🕑 Added 2023-04-12 15:36:00 +0000 UTCHey folks! What's better than a gorgeous, smooth, rounded butt on a cute skater girl? Well, a gorgeous, smooth, rounded butt with a huge plug jammed inside it, of course! Eva normally inserts this badboy for her own personal pleasure, but in this issue she's got another motive entirely. Stay tuned to find out why she's got it stuck so far up her back passage, and how long she can keep it in there.
In the nearer future, here's another preview from round 2 of the 2023 Hold-it Contest, which is going to fill your screens on 21st April, just like a pretty lady in a pencil skirt fills her tight panties when a sudden urge to empty her bowels hits her hard while she's walking to the office.
Now, I know I'd promised you some real stuff this week, so here's a little something for you. It's been a weird week at Chez Sadie, Poppy's been unwell so she's been around the apartment a lot when normally she'd be at work, so it hasn't been appropriate to do a solo hold session like I'd promised - not that Poppy would mind or wouldn't get involved if she was feeling well, but it's just not the right time for it.
I did have a little bit of fun, though. Yesterday morning I was up early working on some future issues when the urge came on pretty sudden. Poppy was still sleeping off her medication so I knew I had an hour or two to myself - not long enough to let it go all the way, but long enough to enjoy it for a while. It started as usual with those gentle cramps, and then those pre-poop farts. I tried to hold them back for a while, but in the end I had to let them go. I'd been working on some hot stuff for a future issue, so the juices were already flowing, and having an impatient passenger knocking on the back door only made it more intense, which is awesome. I kept squirming for a while, I even pushed gently on it a couple of times while I was sitting on my chair, to see if I could hurry things along a bit. At that point I was running out of time and had to get on with my day, and after all that I had a certain other business that I decided to take care of first, which only added to the urgency and the intensity, and then I was off to the bathroom for some very-much-needed relief.
Which reminded me of something I used to do when I was younger, something I had almost completely forgotten about. This was back when I was still discovering my fetishes and it was all still taboo, I was single and living with my parents and didn't have much opportunity to experiment with this sort of thing. But if I was home and my parents were out (it happened a lot when I was at college), I could try out some kinky stuff. One of the things I'd do was wait until I had to go poop, and then wait some more, and some more, and some more, until I couldn't wait any longer. Actually, it was more the excitement that made me head to the bathroom, because the whole thought of holding it made me so turned on that I just had to progress to the next level, or explode.
I'd put on a pair of older panties, then I'd layer some TP in them, just in case. That also helped to avoid those embarrassing stains around the front of the panties too, because by that time the juices would definitely be flowing. Then I'd wander around the bathroom with my legs together, pushing on my poop, and count to 10. If you've never tried it, it's actually pretty hard to make yourself poop when you're walking with your legs are together, even if you're desperate, so I wasn't so much trying to have an accident, as trying to hurry things on.
Then, I'd drop my panties and sit on the toilet, and pick up a magazine. This was back before iPhones, so there was always a stack of mags by the can. I'd flick to an article at random, and force myself to totally relax my sphincter while I read the article to the end. Normally nothing much would happen, sometimes my butthole would start to open up a little, but if I just sat there and didn't push, nothing would come out.
When I'd finished the article, I'd pull up my panties, and walk around the bathroom, pushing on my poop, until I'd counted to 20. Then I'd drop my panties, sit down, and read another article, while I relaxed my sphincter and let nature do its thing. Again, normally nothing would happen, so when I'd finished, I'd pull up my panties and walk around, pushing hard, and count to 30. Then I'd sit down, relax, and read another article.
Pretty soon, things would start to happen. Like, I'd be just getting to the end of the article when I'd feel my butt open and something very slowly start to poke out. But if I finished the article, I had to stand up and pull up my panties, which would normally make it go back in. Then I'd be walking around the bathroom, counting to 60 and pushing on something that was right there ready to come out. By this time, the urge to stop playing and just sit down and push it out would be really intense.
Normally this would repeat 2 or 3 times, and every time I sat down it would prairie dog again, until eventually when I stood up, it might not go all the way back in, and when I was walking around pushing hard, I'd also have to be clenching it back at the same time, because I didn't really want to fill my panties or have it drop out onto the tiles and have to clean it up! But, that feeling of standing up just as it was ready to come out, pulling up my panties and feeling it going back inside, was just incredible. So intense, I'd get so turned on.
Finally, when I couldn't stand it any more, I'd sit back down and just push on it real gentle, until it was right there, hanging out my butt. I might stand up again to force it back in, and repeat a few times, but usually I'd be cramping pretty bad by this point with all that straining, and I found if I kept it up too long I'd have pain for the rest of the day, so I'd sit back down, push it so it was just past the point of no return, and then I'd let it hang there while I took care of that other bit of business at the front end. Let me tell you, guys and girls, I was always so turned on by that point that it never took long, and right as I was about to crest the peak I'd give it a deliberate push and feel two types of intense relief at the exact same time.
It's funny, there was a time in my life when I was doing that every week or so, and then somehow I just stopped, and I haven't done it at all since then. Which made me think - maybe it's time to give it another go? Except this time, maybe I shouldn't drop my panties before I sit down..? I've got an old pair of Big Pants that I could donate to the cause. I confess, just thinking about it is getting me hot and bothered. I might have to go see if Poppy is awake in a while ;)
If you're interested in the idea of deliberate desperation and masturbation, then stay tuned, as we'll be covering the subject in an issue later this year!
