Hurriedly I squatted down over the privy, heart racing and one hip popping as I settled. The urge was awful, a distended fullness across my entire vulva. At first the trickle came slow, splashing my fully separated labia minora and a little on my semi-erect clit, a warm tease that only sharpened my need. I bit my lip, forcing my face into that calm mask I’d perfected for the world outside—eyes steady, eyebrows arched just so, a faint grin. But down below it was a different tale.The pressure built, a tide I could no longer hold, and then—release. A torrential flood burst forth, a golden cascade that roared against the privy’s edge, soaking my thighs and splashing back in a wild rhythm. My vaginal frills trembled with relief, each fold catching the rush as if celebrating its freedom. I felt every drop, every shudder, a primal joy that no etiquette could cage. The air smelled of damp wood and my own liberation, and I let my grin widen, savoring secret rebellion, a quiet thrill left humming through my bones. But suddenly it came, I didn’t fully understand or expect what was happening, but there it bloomed. My first coregasm. A shockwave rippling through me as the flood ebbed, catching me off guard mid-relief. That torrential release had stirred something deeper—my pelvic floor muscles, fatigued and trembling from the effort, seemed to clench and recoil in a way I’d never felt before. It was as if the earth itself pulsed through me, a warm, involuntary blaze that spread from my core outward, igniting every nerve.I froze, my poker face faltering, brow twitching as a gasp nearly escaped. The privy’s damp air mingled with the heat rising in my chest, and I gripped the edge to steady myself, it felt like a hidden gift from the gods of this wild moment. My grin widened, no longer just a mask but a true delight, as the sensation faded into a gentle afterglow. I smoothed my kimono, stepping back into the world with a secret tucked beneath my composure.

but remember pee is /d/