I was in a similar situation to yours once except I was sitting in the car waiting for my boyfriend to return. I ended up shitting in a paper coffee cup (luckily a 16-oz. one) while desperately hoping he wouldn't come back while I was doing so. It was broad daylight so I was too embarassed to get out. People were driving by as I tried to act like I was just innocently looking for something on the floor of the car. The thing is, it was on a hill, so people could have easily seen inside the car. I'm just so glad it fit in the cup!
One time many years ago my boyfriend (different one) and I were lying in our loft bed early in the morning when he suddenly had to go, out of nowhere. He must have been sick. Anyway for him to reach the toilet he would have had to climb down, put some clothes on, go outside and down the stairs, enter the bottom part of the house and walk through the bedrooms of sleeping people to get to the bathroom. He had this panic in his voice as he told me he didn't think he was going to be able to make it and asked me what he should do - he was blind, and didn't know where he could go. I thought fast and told him to just go in a sheet I knew was on top of the dirty laundry located under the loft. He climbed down in a desperate hurry and momentarily I heard him explode with diarrhea four feet below me. The sounds and smell were tremendously offensive. He couldn't stop apologizing but I kept my cool and told him to just lie back down, get some rest, and not worry about it. I took care of the mess...
We're in Sexuality? I'm not turned on yet.
...must...resist...scat comment....
