COMPLETE BREAKTHROUGH: TIFU by trying to relax at home, after overeating at a New Year’s Eve party

The best I can do about describing this is going to be simple and a little bit clinical, and graphic if you don’t like toilet humor. (It’s essential for the plot though.) I’m still incredibly turned on and a little embarrassed by remembering this, but I want to be exact so that I can remember it properly. Is it weird to want to start tracking this stuff, the success stories? Here we go…

I’m a huge introvert. Small gatherings are easy – family dinner or whatever. For larger things (parties, formal occasions, etc.) I can do fairly okay, but I need to decompress afterwards. I’ve always loved having a day off. My home is small and cozy and a place to be safe.

When I’m finally home from an exhausting social event I like to take the rest of the night off (or the next morning, or whenever I can set this all up) for a "spa day" sort of thing, doing things I like to do to relax, and usually doing as much of them together as possible.

The usual: shower, settle in pajamas on the couch or at the PC, maybe order takeout or make something to eat, maybe have a drink or light up, and enjoy myself. Sometimes I watch porn, and I put out towels and masturbate or use sex toys, and clean up after.