Yesterday I found myself in a large public toilet (like the disabled ones). There was a toilet, two sinks of different heights, a handryer, a baby change facility, a bin, a small window, and a large mirror. The place already reeked of stale urine, and I'd made myself desperate, knowing I'd be passing the toilet on my walk and how unlikely I was to get caught. The possibilities were endless.
First I stripped and squatted over the baby-change table. It was curved, like a bowl, and incredibly inviting. I filled a quarter of its volume and didn't feel relieved at all- then I had an idea. Pull