It's the week before Memorial Day and we're back at the lake. It can still be fairly cool here yet and the season is invigorating. This morning I got up and decided to take a shower. Wearing only my pink shorty terry robe I headed for the bathroom. I was just about to start running the water for the shower when out of the corner of my eye I spied my enema can. “Sure, why not?” I said to myself as I took it down from the shelf and ran the water at the sink. Soon it was warm and the bar of Ivory that is kept in it had made the water mildly soapy. “Perfect!” I said to myself and I hung it on the nail next to the toilet. Lying down I lubed myself and inserted the nozzle. The nice thing about my shorty robe is that I don't need to take it off and so I don't get cold lying there on the floor either. I began the flow and got to thinking about all the steps involved and which did I like the most.
Reflecting on that question I realize that there are emotional and physical likes to taking an enema. Preparing it is one of the emotional ones, so I can say that my pulse quickens with anticipation, which is excitingly pleasant. Lubing myself and inserting the nozzle feels great so that is a physical job, but then so is opening the clamp and feeling the warm water start to rush into me. As the can empties and I fill there is some pressure if not cramps, feelings that I don't happen to enjoy all that much. Eventually, I'm full and as I wait for the enema to do some churning inside me the feeling of having to expel grows. This is when I try to think happy thoughts and will even curl my toes to get my mind off of things. Eventually, that enema has to come out and the waves are each their own kind of relief. There is a physical pleasure with them, but nowhere near my favorite.
When all is said and done I will run my shower and just relax. This is an emotional feeling that is nothing short of wonderful and makes me want to look forward to the next time. Anyone who doesn't enjoy a good enema probably isn't doing it right.