Hello, Kitty: I'm always begging my boyfriend to spend a couple of nights at my house, but when he finally obliges, I can't wait for him to leave. Not for good, just for 20 to 30 minutes so I can have time to shit and clear the air in my apartment. But he never leaves, and I'm forced to spend my evenings with a bubbling stomach. I really don't want to poo in front of him, and my apartment is too small to avoid the smell if I do. But my self-induced constipation is ruining our sex life because while he's pounding away, all I can think about is how I'm going to keep myself from exploding. Is there maybe a conversation we can have to clear the air or a way I can handle my business without grossing him out?
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