I met “Jan” when she contacted me in answer to an ad I’d placed here. I’d had a few responses, all nice people, but Jan and I hit it off from the beginning in ways I’d not experienced with anyone else who had written. I so often see addendums to ads saying “no long emails”, and I’m not surprised when those ads either garner no response at all, or unsatisfactory results. Jan and I enjoyed emailing, and after a time, moved to live chat via IM. Jan is an extremely intelligent woman, very independent, and very sexual. But, like so many here, she’d never had the pleasure of an erotic enema experience with a partner. I’d been very fortunate in my life and can say that I’ve shared the pleasure with a few partners, but never so perfect an experience as I enjoyed on my day with Jan.

Our lengthy communications allowed us to reveal our deepest desires, not always an easy thing to do as it comes to this particular fetish. I’d not doubt that nearly everyone on this forum has had the experience of revealing their passion for enemas to someone, and being rebuffed with “ How can you like that?” Very difficult to explain to someone who is not driven by that which we find so erotic.

The fetish itself can have so many variations… as a part of BD/SM, a medical fetish, humiliation, the inducing of discomfort. But Jan and I very quickly discovered our desires to be nearly, if not completely identical. We find enemas to be the pinnacle of sexual stimulation and eroticism, and agreed that they enhanced any sexual act we could imagine by the power of ten. Once that commonality was established, as we got to know one another we formed a bond, a strong personal attraction. At that point we were able to communicate in detail those things we fantasized acting out with a partner, and although I’d had experiences, we plumbed depths I’d not gone to in the past.

I’ve always been a very romantic lover. I love to kiss, to make love to a woman and please her before myself. Not to suggest this an act of chivalry… nothing arouses me more than a woman’s orgasm, and that works out well for both myself and my partner. So our discussions went far beyond the mechanics of enema pleasures and sex. We became very close, as close as one might hope in the cold environment of this electronic medium.

Over the ensuing months, our erotic discussions naturally led to masturbation and release, and the imperative that we would meet would not be denied. Jan is a single parent with a very demanding career and lives in the Austin area while I live a few hours north in Dallas-Fort Worth.

We finally found a date that Jan would be able to take half of the day away from work, but she would need to be back to attend to one of her children by early evening. We agreed to meet at a hotel mid-point, I’d be there early to secure the room and prepare the enema equipment. We’d at least have a few hours together. The hotel was new and the manager anxious to make a good impression in hope to secure future business. He offered a free upgrade to a suite, and, of course, I gladly accepted. Once I’d attended to the preparations, I waited anxiously, not knowing what Jan would be like in person, or exactly how we would proceed once she arrived. I was glad for the suite, I didn’t want to overwhelm her, I wanted for her to be able to relax with some light conversation and hoped we’d proceed naturally from there. She phoned when she was close, I gave her the room number and paced until the knock came on the door.

Jan had sent me pictures of herself, and I’d seen her on the screen during our IM sessions. I knew her to have Native American in her heritage as was evident in her features. I wasn’t prepared, however, for the woman I saw before me when I answered the door. She absolutely beamed, her long black hair shined like silk, her dark eyes piercing and seductive. She is strikingly beautiful and in a most exotic way, not the typical classic California pageant contestant look that seems to have become a standard for beauty today.

She moved through the doorway; I closed and locked the door. Very few words passed between us, and then I kissed her. And I didn’t stop kissing her throughout our time together. We’d not need the sofa or light-hearted chat to settle our nerves. There was no doubt in our immediate connection.

We moved to the bed once we managed to break away from our kissing for a moment, and our clothes came off without hesitation. We lay down on the bed and resumed kissing hungrily, deeply, our hands all over one another. We were both full of a fire and passion that belayed our maturity, we confessed later to feeling like a couple of teenagers. I’d learned in our IM sessions that Jan is multi-orgasmic to an extreme; she literally loses the ability to verbally communicate, and I find that wildly erotic. As we laid next to one another kissing, her hand found its way to my throbbing cock, mine to her wet pussy, and I began to massage her clitoris. She immediately responded with involuntary bucking and writhing and I could think of nothing else but going down on her; I fully inserted two fingers and put them to my tongue. I’d attend her beautiful tits later… I wanted to taste her and hear her cum for me. At least, after kissing a good deal more… I've been told I'm a "great kisser." Perhaps. I believe it takes the kind of connection we found together. One can be a great kisser if the person they kiss doesn't rise to meet them. Jan certainly did that and so much more.

I hadn't had my tongue on her for more than thirty seconds and she was immediately in that place, her vocalizations just random words such as “want”, unable to finish the thought, yet communicating very clearly. I kept her cumming until she reached that point when she could be touched no more, not there, not for a time. I slid my body up along the length of hers, then kissed her lips, her neck, and her beautiful nipples.

In a very breathy voice, she then told me what she wanted next... She’d long dreamed of administering to her lover, her way, in the manner she’d thought of so many times. I fully understood, as I find giving equally satisfying to receiving. We walked to the bathroom together; I took down one of the two, four quart bags from the shower rod, and began to fill it. From the time she’d entered the room, we were not able to take our hands or our lips from one another throughout the hours we spent together. While I filled the bag for myself, making certain the water was the temperature I prefer, adding a bit of baking soda and salt, she stood behind me, kissing my neck, fondling my cock... her long hair fell over my shoulders, her soft skin pressed hard against mine. She rubbed her hands over my ass, her finger finding its way inside me. She wanted full dominion over my body, and she would have it.

When we got back to the bed I realized what I’d forgotten to load in the car… my IV pole. Fortunately, it seems all hotels are in the habit of bolting their valueless paintings to the wall, and one was mounted in the standard position above the headboard. Jan directed what she wanted me to do, and I eagerly complied. I lay on my back, my cock at absolute vertical, bobbing and throbbing to the rhythm of my heartbeat. Jan lay between my legs, lubricated the long, fat nozzle and inserted her finger inside me with a generous amount of lube. Her eyes seldom unlocked from mine, wanting to see my reaction, know that she was pleasing me. And, of course, there was no question of that. I’ve been given a number of enemas in my life, and if there is anything tricky to the procedure, it’s the insertion of the nozzle. I’ve so often had to help my partner guide it at the proper angle, position it just right. Not so with Jan. She had me bend my knees placing my feet flat on the bed, and as she confessed later, it was obvious that she relished what she was doing. She guided the nozzle gently and expertly with one hand and gently slid her other hand slowly down, then up the length of my cock, tightening her grip just below its head, and pulling gently. I moaned loudly, she very much liked that. While I’m sure she had no question of knowing exactly what she was doing, this was her first time administering an erotic enema, and making it perfect pleased her as much as it did me.

Jan then positioned her body a bit farther up on mine, made sure the enema hose was underneath neither she nor I and that the clamp was in easy reach. In the same motion, she lowered her mouth to my cock, and released the clamp. The bag was relatively high and the rush of water was instant. I released another loud moan, and my body heaved upward. She began to suck my cock with the same sensuality that she kissed me, meaning absolutely perfectly. She very obviously delighted in administering this pleasure to me, and her sensual eagerness increased the intensity of everything she did. I told her at one point that the flow was a bit fast, I wanted to savor this enema, and she was in no hurry. She closed the clamp one ‘click’ and asked if that was good… I could only nod in confirmation. As she slowly sucked my cock, taking it deep into her throat with each stroke, she gently moved the nozzle a few inches in and out of me, and the combined sensations sent me wild. She could have done these things no more expertly had she possessed a lifetime of experience.

She noted that the bag had emptied and asked if I needed to go to the toilet, and my answer was “not yet”. She smiled wryly and resumed pleasuring me. I loved watching her, her relish was obvious. So often the giver is deriving as much pleasure as the receiver, certainly the case in this instance. She and I had talked about the fact that while we wanted nothing to do with ‘scat’, expulsion is very much a part of the enema experience and she had no desire to wait alone for 15 minutes while I sat in the bathroom. So I wasn’t surprised that when I felt I’d better move to the toilet, she stood, removed the bag from the wall where it hung, and carried it as I made my way to the bathroom. I’ve never had a problem with retention, but four quarts is a large volume, and not one I’d want to lose on a hotel bed. I’ve always preferred a non-balloon type nozzle because the muscle contractions necessary to retain the water seem to be equally connected to my cock. As I fill and the pressure within me rises, I’ll increase the intensity of my strokes if fucking or masturbating, and I suppose I communicate that well if having oral performed on me, because by the end of the bag, Jan was sucking my cock furiously following her lips with her hand on the shaft.

As I hovered over the toilet to position myself to sit, Jan hung the bag on the towel rack behind me, and then brushed my hand away as I started to remove the nozzle. As I sat down, she pulled a towel from the rack and placed it, folded, behind me. She then guided me to the front of the large elongated seat, and as she slid her hand underneath me, she first massaged my balls and cock, and then slowly removed the nozzle. Despite the volume I was holding, I didn’t immediately release, as the muscles were tightly contracted. She continued to massage my cock, hovering over me, putting one nipple and then the other in my mouth, kissing me passionately. The pressure was intense and delicious, I held the water for at least another ten minutes, and when I finally released the torrents of pulsing water matched in time with waves of pleasure, she intensified her stimulation of my cock, it was obviously a turn-on for us both. She’d said that every aspect of the enema experience was so “naughty” for her, she thought our being present with the other as we expelled was especially so, and I was in full agreement. That experience has a liberating effect of sorts; if you can sit on the toilet and expel in front of a lover, no one is worrying over body image or anything so trivial. You’re so wrapped up in the other person, in the passion, self-conscious thought is a non-issue , nothing distasteful about it.

Once finished, I suggested Jan join me in the shower. A hotel’s hot water supply is virtually endless, and I was about to show Jan the advantages to that… We stood under the high-mounted shower head, and I set it to a rain-like, warm sprinkle. We stood in the rain and we kissed… the most passionate kissing I’ve experienced. We’re both “water babies”, and the rain pouring over our faces and bodies was incredibly sensual. We stood deeply kissing and caressing one another until we could stand no longer. I suppose it could be said the time we spent in that shower cut into our enema-playtime. We both agreed that time in the shower was a highpoint, we lost nothing. Connection like that is rare, and it made every single moment together steamy, not some cold acting out of a fetish with a relative stranger.

We didn’t bother to towel off when we got out of the shower. Jan refilled the enormous bag to the temperature of her liking, and now I was the one caressing her as she did her best to keep her mind on the task at hand. We moved to the bed… it would now be her turn.

And I save part two of this story for the next installment. In brief synopsis, Jan was about to have her first four quart enema, and while she doubted her ability to hold an enema that large, it flowed into her without need for stopping; she wasn’t aware when she’d completely drained the bag. Her orgasms during her filling were explosive, one after the other, and we weren’t close to being done.