It happens only once or twice a year. We rarely have storms here, but when we do, they are intense. Something gets into Annie; always very late, rain beating on the windows, the booming of distant thunder. She will awaken me by standing on my side of the bed and kissing me gently on the lips to awaken me. There will be a small scented candle burning on my nightstand and the high-backed chair placed next to the bed. She will tug my tee shirt off and then pull off her long flannel nightgown before tying her hair back with a ribbon.

In the dim, flickering light, punctuated by the occasional flash of lighting, I am able to see an amber-colored enema bag hanging from the chair back as she hands me the black nozzle and a tube of jelly. The little I know about enemas I have learned from Annie, and they seem to give her a good deal of pleasure. She treats her enema bag as if it were a prized family heirloom. It is washed, dried, powdered and stored carefully away, brought out for just a special occasion such as this. Whenever she brings it out, I become instantly aroused. I know what is coming.

I sit up in bed and Annie pulls the covers back and places her pillow between my feet. She climbs atop me, facing away, knees on either side of my hips, and lowers her head to the pillow. Her soft, white bottom is conveniently in front of me and I begin lubricating the nozzle with jelly. The scent of Annie, along with the smell of the jelly and the candle is a magic potion that causes me to become very hard. The nozzle is fascinating. It starts with a small bump about the size of a large marble, then a thin section and another bulge about the size of an egg, another thin section and the a final bulge about the size of a tangerine. Annie grips my feet, one in each hand.

I love to give Annie an enema. It makes her happy. I lubricate my finger and carefully navigate into her tiny pucker, just as she has taught me. I slip it in all the way and leave it there for a minute or two enjoying the hot tightness around my finger. I remove it slowly and am easily able to easily insert the first bulge of the nozzle and open the clamp. The bag is not very high and the water flows slowly. I work a bit of jelly around the next bulge and apply a gentle pressure. Annie reaches under her body and begins to pleasure herself. She pushes back against the nozzle and eventually the larger bulb slips into her and she moans. It is amazing to watch the "egg" disappear into her tiny body. I now cup her buttocks in my palms and squeeze them together gently while applying pressure keeping the largest bulb tucked up tightly against her bottom. This bulge is much too large to enter her, but I know she enjoys the feeling.

Shortly, she orgasms. I can feel the nozzle twitching like crazy in her bottom and see her vagina quivering in the candle glow. I glance at the bag and it has about half emptied into her. She rises then turns towards me as I sink down into the bed. She crawls on top, straddling me, her face on my chest as she slides me inside of her. The enema is still filling her slowly, and the hose is dangling from her bottom and tickling my legs. She raises and lowers herself gently, taking me fully and slowly. This will not be a quick orgasm for me. It will be a long, slow journey with her almost allowing me to come out of her before she lowers down once again and we push hard together. It feels unimaginably wonderful. Sometime she comes again, but not tonight. I feel myself boil up and she senses what is coming she grips my shoulders and pushes down hard on me as I pump all I have into her.

She rolls off of me and stands next to the high back chair, clamping off the hose of the empty enema bag and carries it to the bathroom, the nozzle still implanted in her bottom. She has coiled the long hose into graceful loops. She is gone a long while. Eventually, she returns and dons her flannel nightie and blows out the candle before crawling in next to me. She will hug me in the morning, but we never exchange words about these special nights. It's just some sort of magic.