My stomach had been aching for three solid days now. That familiar, bloated pressure that I’d come to crave as much as fear. The need to release was building to a fever pitch, a constant throbbing deep in my belly that made every step an exercise in awareness of my own body. Today would be different though. No porcelain throne, no cramped bathroom stall. Today, I was going to give myself what I truly desired—a public performance of my most private act.
I drove to the coast, finding a spot where the beach curved inward, creating a natural cove hidden from the main shoreline. The water here was crystal clear, perfect for what I had planned. Without hesitation, I stripped off my clothes, feeling the sun warm my naked skin. There was something liberating about standing completely exposed, knowing that even if someone stumbled upon me, they wouldn’t be able to resist watching.
