My name is Lorraine. I was 15 at the time and I was desperate for a poo as I was walking home from school. I had a 3 mile walk home and my friend lived about half a mile for my school so I decided to drop in to use her toilet as I was about to poo myself. By the time I got to my friends flat I bursting to go and just my luck she was out. I couldn't hold it any longer and I just pood myself on her door step. I even wet myself and I was so embarrassed but the relief of it was heaven. Once I finished I turned around to leave when my friend came home. She saw my leggings were all wet and she could tell I'd pood myself as well. She let me change into a pair of her jeans and knickers and I was so grateful to her. She told her mum I'd spilt a drink on myself to explain why I was wearing her jeans but I think her mum knew what really happened although she never said anything. I think she was sparing my embarrassment which I thought was so nice of her. Her mum even drove me home afterwards and only the three of us knew what I'd done.

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by Anonymous

Fascinating story but what happened to the poo on the doorstep? Was it left there as a memorabilia?

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by Anonymous

These poo "confessions" make me want to poo all over them and their knickers. Delete.

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by Anonymous

There was another some time ago.very common problem with all but there are public toilets everywhere and in their absence there is the long,wide road.

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