Having been nearly two weeks without even the thought of an enema (well, that is a bit of an exaggeration but it’s almost true) while dealing with crazy work deadlines, I finally got my life back yesterday.
What was the first thing on my agenda? Why, of course…it was a good ol’ enema.
I proceeded through my pre-enema ritual getting everything ready and my “nest” prepared. As I filled my bag with the usual salt/soda solution, my heart rate picked up the pace in anticipation of the delightful sensations that accompany an enema.
Using my KGL-1 nozzle, I assumed the position and inserted the slippery silicone into my waiting rectum. I opened the clamp to begin my journey into enema bliss. It lasted all of about two minutes. The urge to expel captivated my senses, solution leaked from around the soft silicone and cramps simply took my breath away. I yanked out the nozzle and tossed it into the bathtub as I raced to the toilet. Once there, wave after incessant wave of cramps wracked my tummy as wave after wave of enema solution was expelled. As things began to ease up after about five minutes, my immediate thought was, “What the heck just happened?”
An hour later, I decided to go for another enema, thinking my earlier experience was simply a “one off” and the next one would be better. Much to my dismay, such was not the case. Instead of cramps, the need of expel came in a huge wave once about ¾ of the solution was inside. Normally, I can ride such feelings out and retain the enema for 10-15 minutes. Not today! Again, no matter how hard I was bearing down on the silicone nozzle, I was leaking. With a little less of a sense of urgency, I managed to make it to the toilet and completely emptied myself in one long continuous expulsion.
Not to be denied the delights of a sensuous enema, I opted for a third enema about 90 minutes later. This time I decided to use my Model B silicone nozzle, if for nothing more than the opportunity to use it as a butt plug nozzle what with its bulbous head. Suffice it to say this enema was the best of the bunch, but nothing resembling my usual forays into delightful enema experiences.
As I was cleaning up my equipment I just chalked up today’s enemas as the ones that didn’t turn out anything like I was expecting. Was it a case of really needing a serious cleansing? Or was it a matter that the enema gods just didn’t smile on me today? Who knows?
But there’s always next time!