I was born in the 1950s meaning that I got to experience those golden years of the enema although I honestly didn't think of them that way. This blog tells of my experiences and often is the result of my responding to thought cues from others here.

Story from my pediatrician sister
Updated 3 weeks ago
Women Do Keep Track
Updated 2 years ago
It's really bizarre
Updated 2 years ago
Talking with my Wife about Enemas
Updated 2 years ago
Not a Road Trip
Updated 2 years ago
First Thing Tomorrow Morning
Updated 2 years ago
My Wife's Love of Enemas
Updated 2 years ago
Is This For Real?
Updated 2 years ago
Merry Christmas Enema
Updated 3 years ago
What happens when you wear out the bag?
Updated 3 years ago
Classical Music
Updated 3 years ago
Sunday Breakfast
Updated 4 years ago
Growing Up With Mom's Enema Bag
Updated 4 years ago
Right now I have bronchitis
Updated 5 years ago
Giving my wife an enema
Updated 7 years ago
You can never be too cleaned out
Updated 7 years ago
Rubber Goods (part 2)
Updated 7 years ago
Familiar Smells
Updated 7 years ago
What it was like growing up in those golden years
Updated 7 years ago
More calculations
Updated 7 years ago