About six months ago, I stayed home from work to dry out after overindulging at a wedding reception I had attended the previous evening. Around midmorning, I went into the backyard for some fresh air. My next-door neighbor saw me and asked why I wasn't at work. She is a fairly attractive widow, about fifty, and has a shy manner. I have helped her several times with odd jobs and became fairly friendly with her. When I told her about my hangover, she seemed to blush and became slightly excited. Pretending to be angry, she scolded me and started leading me by the arm to her house.

In her kitchen, I watched while she mixed several spoonfuls of baking soda in a pitcher of warm water. I told her that drinking soda water wouldn't help me, but she only laughed. When she began to swish a bar of soap in the solution, I became alarmed and said there was no way I would rink that stuff. She laughed again and said, Of course not, silly. I'm going to give you an enema. I thought she was kidding 'until she fetched an enema bag and poured the mixture into it. When I tried to protest, she continued her mock severity and said, No arguments, young man, and marched me into the bathroom.

She started unbuttoning my shirt and I became embarrassed and told her I would just lower my trousers. But she insisted on removing every stitch I was wearing. When I was naked, she instructed me to kneel on a towel with my head low and buttocks high. She knelt next to me and inserted the enema nozzle, telling me to let her know when it started to hurt. Soon I felt quite full and told her. She removed the nozzle from my rectum and I thought the treatment was completed. Instead, she massaged my belly for a minute, reinserted the nozzle, and continued the enema.

Later that day, I felt better and went over to thank her for helping me. She told me she found enemas very stimulating, but that giving herself an enema was too awkward to perform as often as she would like. I jokingly said I would give her one anytime she wanted me to. To my astonishment, she asked me to give her one right then and there. I asked her how she wanted me to give it to her, and she said to just do what she had done for me. As I stripped her, I got a terrific erection. Seeing her naked, I couldn't keep my hands off her, and we had intercourse right there on the floor. Since that day, we have given each other several enemas with sex afterward. I have found that they are very pleasant sex stimulants. Name and address withheld (February 1974)

Variations

I had been reading your magazine on a semi-regular basis, but when Xaviera Hollander began writing her informative erotic column, Call Me Madam, I began to read Penthouse monthly.

I was fascinated by one letter form the distraught victim of an anal fetishist. I fantasize his girl friend as a lesbian (like myself) the two of us spending hours together licking each other's behinds.

My current lover enjoys all variations, but I really go crazy when she gives me a nose job. Your women are beautiful and I love them but let's have less bush and more tush. (February, 1974)