Years ago I wrote several stories for Speculumpages, but had gotten somewhat out of practice after that site disappeared. Here a new attempt and I hope everyone likes it because I now feel that I could easily get back into the habit of writing.

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It was one of those life changing times when a new job, a new town, and a new divorce meant that not much of Anne’s former life had remained intact. A trim and statuesque 31 year old, Anne’s divorce had been finalized two months before, but to allow herself to start anew she had sought a new job in a community that was some distance away. Finding the job was not a problem, nor was finding a new condo, but getting acclimated to all of that change at once was certainly stressful. Over the weekend, Anne and a couple of friends moved her to the new condo using a rental truck. It was a busy day, but by 8:00 pm all of her belongings, albeit still in boxes were strewn across her four rooms. She was, however, able to sleep in her own bed, and Sunday brought a time for getting things slightly more organized. Monday morning arrived far too soon and she got up, showered, and headed off to her new job. Like all first days, she had to be processed through Human Resources, get her ID picture taken, and start to put the parts of her cubicle together. Another stressful day and she soon found herself at home eating takeout and soon after crashing into bed. Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday were equally hectic between finding things at work, meeting new clients, and having to run out for errands to get whatever she needed to make her new condo a home. It was just about dinner time when it occurred to Anne that with all of her running around she hadn’t made time to go to the bathroom for several days and after a short try she came to realization that she was badly bound up. Also, when she looked at her calendar she noted that her period was due in a day or two and while she remembered packing the box of tampons, she had no idea where it might be. “Just more things to stress me out,” she thought to herself. In fear of getting caught and not really wanting to dig through the small mountain of cartons in her living room, Anne made a quick run to a local pharmacy—it was already 5:30 p.m. and the sign if the window said that they would close today at 6:00. Over dinner hour not many people were there and a walk down the feminine hygiene aisle she found what she was looking for. She had no sooner taken a box Tampax supers from the shelf when a nearby box marked “combination syringe for enema and personal hygiene” caught her eye. Taking the box from the shelf she began to read the directions because she had no idea about how she might even begin to give herself an enema. The last time she had one was from her mother and it had to have been 20 years ago, an event that she had more or less decided to forget. Anne must have been oblivious to her surroundings because the next thing she knew a male voice came from behind her said, “It’s not that difficult to use and I recommend it over the Fleet even if it is a little less convenient.” Startled, Anne turned around and saw a very handsome man wearing a white lab jacket that was embroidered “Jeff Smalley, RPh.” It was the pharmacist and she blushed with embarrassment. “Oh, I didn’t realize anyone was here,” Anne said. “You just startled me, that’s all,” she said somewhat stammering her words and clearly flustered. “It’s OK. You just looked like you were uncertain about what to buy and I thought I might be of assistance. I’m not sure that I’ve ever seen you in here before. Being a small neighborhood pharmacy most of our customers are regulars so my guess is that you are new in town.” “Gosh, but he’s handsome,” thought Anne realizing that she was almost involuntarily flirting with him. She hadn’t dated in years and hadn’t had sex in several months. She felt her pulse quicken, but then here she was buying tampons and thinking about the purchase of a combination syringe. “How awkward!” she mused. “Oh, I just moved here and can’t find half the things I packed,” said Anne holding up the box of tampons. “Also, I never owned one of these,” she added holding up the combination syringe, “And I was trying to figure out how it worked.” “You’ll have to pardon the question, but how bad is the constipation? I’m assuming that it is for you.” asked Jeff catching her off guard. Anne blushed and could feel the temperature of her face rise. “It’s been like maybe five days,” she said not wanting to look into Jeff’s eyes. “If that’s the case, you might want to get one of the Fleet oil enemas to use first and soften everything up, but then be certain to follow up with two soapy warm water enemas to get all of the oil out. There’s a small bottle of castile soap in aisle 3,” explained Jeff. “It sounds sort of complicated,” said Anne realizing that she was probably using the vulnerable female line and feeling perhaps a little bad that she had done so. “More of the flirting?” she asked herself. “It really isn’t. There’s directions on the box of the syringe,” replied Jeff pointing to the back panel. “Nothing to it. Honest.” “Well, maybe,” and then there was a pause, “The whole idea is really foreign to me,” said Anne now secretly hoping that Jeff would volunteer to help her but not wanting to make that suggestion. “Look, with you being new in town I could stop over after we close. I could stop by and give you some advice.” “If you are good enough to do that I could get us some takeout on my way home. Do you like Chinese?” said Anne flashing a to die for smile. “Chinese would be good, but you don’t have to go to any trouble on my account.” “No, really. It’s no trouble,” Anne thought to herself. “Here’s my address. Why don’t you come on over at 6:30. I don’t want to put this off any longer than I have to.” Anne collected the items, went to the front of the store, paid the cashier and left. On her way home she stopped at the Chinese place around the corner from her condo and got an order of chicken chow mein, won ton soup, and egg rolls. At her condo, she put the food in the kitchen and found some plates. At least she had a bottle of wine in the fridge even though the wine glasses were still packed—somewhere A few minutes later, the doorbell said that Jeff had found her place. “Hi, you’re right on time. Come on in.” “It was really easy to find. Besides your living room is the only set of windows without blinds or curtains so I figured it was your place.” “OK, I got us Chinese, but it will probably stay warm for a while. Do you mind if we started with my problem first?” “No, that’s OK. The first thing you need to do is get out of those clothes, take the bottle of oil enema into the bathroom, and take it. You’ll need to hold it for 30 or 40 minutes to allow it to work. If you have a maxipad you might want to use one of those in case of leakage. Then we could probably have some dinner as you retained it.” Anne took the bottle of oil enema from Jeff and disappeared into her bedroom. After changing out of her clothes and putting on just a bathrobe she came out and went directly into the bathroom shutting the door behind her. Two minutes later she emerged and said, “Well, that was easy enough. Let’s have something to eat.” Jeff followed Anne into the kitchen where they divided up the Chinese food. Both were somewhat hungry and it was devoured within about 20 minutes. “Hey, they gave us fortune cookies!” said Jeff. “You open yours first.” Anne blushed and then read her fortune: “Your current problem will pass soon.” Both Anne and Jeff had a good laugh, but then Anne felt that she had probably held the oil enema long enough and went back into the bathroom. Despite the door being closed, it was impossible for Jeff not to hear the toilet flush about five minutes later. Soon Anne came out and announced, “Well, that sure worked. It was a bit messy with the oil, but I do feel immensely better.” “That’s good news, except now we have to get you one and preferably two warm soapy enemas to get all of that oil out. If you don’t, you’ll leak the remaining oil and it will be really messy.” Anne took the box holding the combination syringe, opened it, and removed the bag, hose, clamp, hanging hook, and rectal and vaginal pipes. “I think this is where your help comes in,” she said as her face flushed with embarrassment. “Let’s go to the bathroom and I’ll show you how to make yourself a good enema,” said Jeff picking up all the parts of the syringe. Anne led him to the bathroom where he put everything down on the vanity and ran the water at the sink. “How warm should it be?” Anne asked. “Warm to the touch, but not hot. You can hurt yourself if you’re not careful.” At that he held the neck of the bag under the faucet and filled it halfway, but then stopped added some liquid soapy, and then resumed filling the bag. Satisfied that he had a full two quarts, Jeff screwed in the hose to one end and attached the rectal nozzle to the other. “Oh, but that looks like so much. I’m not sure that I can take it all.” “Take what you can, but we will need to be certain to give you four quarts no matter how many fillings it might take.” Anne’s only response was “Oh!” and then her face flushed at the thought of what this process would entail. “The most comfortable place to take this is probably on your bed. You’ll want to grab a couple of those big towels to put under you just in case anything leaks.” Anne did as she was told and the two of them headed for Anne’s bedroom where she intuitively laid down on the bed. “Is this going to hurt much?” she asked with a bit of a quivering voice. “No, it won’t hurt at all, but it might be a little uncomfortable at times. Just relax and everything will go OK.” Part of Anne’s nervousness, she knew, was because here was a really good looking guy who she had barely known for less than two hours about to do something that was generally considered very intimate to her. She felt her heart race as he lifted her bathrobe up to her waist, and then nearly jumped out her skin when she felt his Vaseline coated finger enter her tight little pucker. “What’s that?” she asked. “Just a little Vaseline to make the nozzle go in easier. Now take a nice big breath for me and we’ll get started.” As soon as Anne took the breath, she felt the nozzle enter her, a moment after that she heard a distinct click, and almost immediately the sensation of warmth as the enema entered her. “That feels OK. Nowhere near as bad as I thought it would.” Jeff sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the bag to a height of two feet with one hand, and gently rubbed Anne’s back with the other. Anne loved the gentle touch that Jeff had and probably took 2/3 of the bag when she said, “Jeff, I think I really have to go now. There seems to be an awful lot of enema churning away inside of me.” Jeff shut the clamp and withdrew the nozzle. Anne made her way to the bathroom once more and closed the door. She was in there for quite a while, but eventually emerged with a smile. “That was really awesome! But I guess I have to take more, don’t I?” “Yes, you do, but let me fill the bag back up. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” “Such a nice guy, and single at that,” Anne thought to herself, her right hand subconsciously reaching down, touching herself and clearly enjoying every minute of it. She only stopped when she heard Jeff returning to the bedroom. The earlier process of inserting the nozzle was repeated, and Anne took much of the bag of enema. Again, she went into the bathroom and closed the door. Eventually upon returning to the bedroom, she exclaimed, “OK, I think I’m getting the hang of this enema thing now. And you know what? They really aren’t that bad at all. Besides this is the best I’ve felt since I moved to town.” “That’s great. So after this you’ll know how to be able to give yourself an enema at the first signs of constipation.” “I suppose, but it would be nicer if I bought takeout and had you over to help me,” said Anne actually shocked that those words had come from her mouth and knowing that she was downright flirting with Jeff now. “We can talk about that later, but for now you need to take maybe another half a bag before I’ll be convinced that we have all the oil out of you.” Anne gave no protest, hiked her bathrobe up above her waist, laid down on the bed, and rolled over. “You’re now a little too eager,” said Jeff laughing. “I still have to go back to the bathroom and make it. Nice butt, though.” They were sure getting comfortable with each other, but then again how could a girl not be comfortable with a guy who has just given her two enemas? Jeff couldn’t see it, but his comment had brought the broadest smile to Anne’s face. “OK then!” she thought to herself. Anne took the third soapy enema with even more ease than either the first or second and when she finally emerged from the bathroom said, “I expect that we got all of that oil out me, but also there can’t be even a speck of poop left in me either.” They both enjoyed a good laugh, but then she went over to Jeff who was still sitting on the edge of the bed and embraced him. As she was wearing nothing but a bathrobe that put his face at just about waist height. Her robe came open, but Jeff didn’t realize that this was not accidental. Anne was not about to close her robe and deprive Jeff of his access to her feminine parts. She now wanted him more than anything that she wanted for at least the past year. “There has to be something more than just Chinese food that I can offer you in appreciation for your help tonight,” she cooed. “Besides, you can come over and give me an enema any time that you want, or maybe better yet, any time that I might want. What do you say?”