Sometimes I just wonder about my cravings. I have been about three weeks without an enema and the desire to have my colon massaged by some warm water was completely off the charts.
With this being our second summer living in our new coastal home, we’ve had a continual stream of house guests all spring and summer. Plus, we’ve done a bit of traveling, too and all together, guests and traveling, have led to extended times between enema sessions. But today was different…hubby had an early tee time (before the heat becomes unbearable) and there was no one in the house but little ol’ me.
After I kissed hubby good-bye and offered my best wishes for a delightful game, I headed for our master bathroom with my canister of baking soda and the long awaited date with my enema toys. Once my nest of soft towels were in place and the bag was filled with warm baking soda laced water I lay down and generously lubricated my anal area dipping my finger inside to push a little of the lubricating jelly further in. Since I had already had my morning “constitutional” I began the session using my Model F silicone nozzle. This 18-inch translucent tube/nozzle feels delightful as it winds its way through my rectum and into my sigmoid colon. And today, it did not disappoint me. The feeling of the slick silicone sliding effortlessly through my rectum was sublime as the warm solution poured from its terminal end. At the top of the rectum, it smoothly navigated the turn into the sigmoid as the water continued to flow. Then the retaining bulge at the end of the nozzle signaled that it was fully inserted and it was time to “go with the flow”. Laying on my left side I began to feel the water enter the transverse colon as the fullness raced across my tummy. Rolling over on my back relieved the pressure as the enema penetrated even deeper inside me. Like warm fingers it continued its journey into my bowels as I rolled onto my right side and felt the entire enema rush into my ascending colon sending chills down my spine. Concurrent with this sensory feast, my special spot began to tingle and demand attention….which I so willingly gave. Oh, what delight! After holding the enema through multiple orgasms the expulsion was reasonably clear. For a moment, I thought that one enema would be enough…but then…NOT!
After an hour things had settled down and I was ready for my second enema. This time, it would be the Model B doing the honors. As I checked the water temperature at 107F and added the baking soda, somehow I instinctively knew this enema was going to be a special one. As the tip of the nozzle began tickling my rosebud, the area between my legs became unbelievably moist. When the initial ball of the Model B entered my rectum, almost simultaneously, an orgasm rocked my body that was simply breathtaking. And to think, I had yet to start the enema. Once I began to come off the other side of the orgasm, I clicked the clamp and the enema began flooding inside while I pushed the nozzle deeper into me. The three bumps on the shaft were like delightful lightning bolts. Now, the enema had filled my descending colon and I rolled over to my back while keeping moderate pressure on the black nozzle protruding from my anus. If you’ve ever used a Model B nozzle, you know the intense feelings that occur once the retaining ball passes into the rectum and the initial ball of the nozzle moves into the sigmoid. Saying it is intense is really selling it short…it’s other-worldly! When the retaining ball passed into my rectum this morning, it was perhaps the most sensual feeling I have ever felt…and that’s saying something! An electric moment if there ever was! It was like I wanted every inch of that monster nozzle inside me…NOW! Wave after long-lasting wave of orgasmic delight swept over me time and again. After what seemed to be an eternity, I regained my senses as I lay on my bathroom floor drenched in sweat, nearly a pound of silicone nozzle fully inside me and an enema bag that contained no solution dangling above my hips.
Just recounting this morning’s enema adventure still has me wet and wanting to do it again! But, I must get showered and meet hubby for a late lunch.
I hope he managed to score a hole-in-one…because I sure did!