Sometimes you desire Good Results

The implied meaning of words and descriptions transform over time. In youth, when enemas were given, the term, “A good enema,” meant one thing - when the enema was over your colon was thoroughly cleaned out. The words, A Good Enema, were synonymous with Good Results.

Enemas for pleasure caused the term to morph beyond simply producing Good Results. A Good Enema under the pleasure objective meant the enema session pushed all the right buttons and ultimately resulted in a spectacular orgasm. Good Results could also be a part of the process, but it wasn’t the primary objective.

Three years ago I purchased a custom made latex enema bag on eBay. The seller, Lauri Harrison, out of Henderson NV, (now selling on Etsy under the name UniquEnemaBags4U), offered a respiratory type bag fitted with a rigid throat, an integral hose and clamp and a retro screw-on black, curved douche nozzle. I purchased it with the intent of using it for travel. Soon after obtaining it, I used it on a trip and had a very nice orgasm during the session. Personal circumstances changed that curtailed my travels. The enema bag remained in the travel case, unused, until three months ago.

I’ve been dealing with idiopathic constipation for several years. After fruitless drug trials my gastroenterologist settled on daily doses of PEG (Miralax) to induce a bowel movement. It works but doesn’t always empty my colon in one go, requiring subsequent bathroom trips for minor movements. I started taking an enema every Saturday morning to obtain a few days of relief from this annoyance.

These enemas were a fine tuned version of the style of enema I’ve taken for decades. I experimented with water temperature, volume and amount of add-ins. My objective was to settle on a solution that would be easy to take and easy to retain. To further that aim, I began using the massage table and IV pole instead of my bed for taking the enema. Wifey assisted by massaging my belly during the enema to relieve any incipient cramps and to prolong the retention time. These three liter enemas, held for about ten minutes, while not in the least erotic, were nonetheless quite enjoyable.

Bathroom trip relief was, however, short lived. Before I increased the frequency of my enemas I revisited my gastroenterologist. After a long conversation she agreed that a second weekly enema using water and soap wouldn’t be a problem. We also discussed a colonoscopy at the fifth anniversary of my last one. (Something I think that should have occurred when I first saw this specialist, but what do I know about how Medicare works.)

I rotate through four large (4L) enema bags, using one of them per month. For this mid-week enema I decided that I didn’t want to use any of those bags, which require some assembly. That custom bag was doing no good sitting in the travel pouch, might as well use it for this additional enema. Mix, fill, take, rinse, and drape if over the IV pole to dry. No assembly required.

For my regular enemas I employ either a Foley catheter or a Bard colon tube. I like placing the solution higher in my colon to avoid that initial urge to go that seems to be the standard reaction when a short nozzle is used to deliver that expanding volume of fluid into the rectum. I can effortlessly insert the entire length of colon tube in the first thirty second of flow and then relax and enjoy the sensations of an expanding colon.

I had no idea how I would react to taking an enema using the curved douche nozzle. For these mid-week enemas I reduced the volume to two liters, (in part because I did not trust the thin latex to support more), and added only the half tablespoon of Dr. Bronner’s Peppermint soap, omitting the two tablespoons of baking soda I also used for the Saturday enema. I also increased the water temperature to 105F (40.5C).

The first mid-week enema was three months ago.

After lubing myself and the nozzle I inserted it with the curve facing my abdomen and opened the clamp. I began the enema on my left side and never got past this initial position. The warm flowing liquid and the bulbous tip of enema nozzle began stimulating my prostate. I played with my flaccid cock as the solution drained out of the pleated, slate-colored bag. The enema felt wonderful as it filled my intestines. No cramps worth noting. I orgasmed as the last of the soapy solution emptied out of the twisting, flat enema bag. I shut the clamp, collected myself and gingerly removed the nozzle from my somewhat tightened hole and went to do my business.

I was astonished when, instead of the expected sudden gush of liquid, I thoroughly evacuated the contents of my colon. I achieved the proverbial Good Results from this enema. Plus I obtained those elusive “extra benefits”. Subsequent sessions did not always result in an orgasm but they all produced Good Results.

I enjoy the Saturday enema session too much to modify it. After all, it is still an enema and results in a decent cleanout.

Sometimes less can be more. Plus, orgasms.