In the mid 1990's connecting with others interested in enema was a lot harder. i was fortunate enough to have corresponded with a lady in Long Island who grew up getting enemas, rectal temperatures, and spankings with a strap from her mother. over time she came to enjoy these things sexually. we wrote to each other and she spoke of her overwhelming desire to receive an enema from her mother again ever as a grown woman. i gave her instructions and this is word for word what she wrote. i wrote this all out years ago for Desiree LeMoyne's Enema Digest and it is so good i want to post it here. the following is word for word what she wrote to me back on the day she got an enema from her mother.
well, i took mom and dad to the airport last evening and they returned to floida.
i knew i had to write to you this morning as i have a feeling you are anxious to hear what happened. well, the answer is YES! I DID get an enema! I'm sure you're pleased with that! I'm still kind of reeling from it and i still find myself thinking about it often. It took place Thursday afternoon.
It embarrassed me and i even still felt somewhat embarrassed the following day as i had trouble looking mom in the eye for the next day or so.
now that i think about it though i don't think i was ashamed of the fact that mom had given me an enema but more so that i had lied and manipulated mom into thinking that i was really having a constipation problem even though there was nothing wrong with me to warrent an enema. Because mom was so absolutely wonderful and made the entire episode so very comfortable for me.
Let me fill you in on the situation.I actually feel naughty that i was manipulative and deceptive about it.
Before Easter i made a point of buying a lot of candy and home made chocolates which i usually do for the holiday anyway but i made a specific point of eating chocolate in front of mom often during the Easter weekend and a few days after.
a couple of times she gave me one of those "looks". you know the kind mothers give? Even though her daughter is a grown woman.
I was in quite a state of mind the beginning of the week between trying to maintain my courage, controling my arousal and trying to find the right circumstances.
Finally, Wedensday evening at dinner my son announced that he would be going to the city with friends the following day and would not be home for