That Christmas before her last semester, Ann had an 11 day break, so we flew to Greece, rented a bareboat 36’ sloop and then we cruised the Cyclades, swimming, diving at each anchorage, and sometimes not leaving for two days. The days went by fast and we occupied ourselves with all of the shipboard things that need to be done. Most of the times we took the dingy to shore and went to breakfast and dinner, bringing something back after breakfast for lunch on the boat. We talked a lot, but we were both a little out of touch and even though we were intimate, we only engaged in kissing, heavy petting and we satisfied each other orally. Being apart and each of us working so hard did put a dent in our usual anal erotic activities and hygiene was much more difficult in the confined space of the relatively small boat. Still we had a ball and the time went by fast; too fast and soon we were both back in Oregon doing our regular grind. Perhaps the most memorable part of our cruise was the passage from Santorini back to Lavrion, the small boat harbor for Athens and the Airport. It was a long passage; just under 22 hours and during the day Ann wanted the helm and she wanted no clothes on at all. She wanted a totally naked barefoot cruise. So as soon as I got the sail trim set up for our course, I pealed everything off and set out to slather her with lotion to keep her from really getting sunburned and then she did it for me. I then got behind her and watched over everything, the boat, any other boats that might alter course to come in for a look, ships passing…and of course her gorgeous ass. As I was gently massaging her upper back and shoulders, Ann mentioned that she had joined Zity and E4TM. “When did you do that honey?” I asked. “The day before you came to pick me up for the trip; I was hoping to be able to read some of the older stories like The Sodomizing of Esmeralda , but they all said I had to post a while before I could see anything more than the Discussions or the Library and a few forums.” She grinned at me over her shoulder as my hard cock gently poked her between her oily butt cheeks. “Were you trying to get ideas to write a story, honey?” I inquired. She flexed her strong glutes and captured my cock between them. “You can’t go up inside me OK, baby, I haven’t had an enema since we left Oregon.” She said and when I said OK, she continued, “I was actually looking for some ideas for us, but I think it could be fun to write erotic fiction. Have you ever written anything like that Jim?”

“Well I’ve been working on an outline for a couple of months in my spare time, which I have had little of recently.” I said. “Tell me about it”, she said with enthusiasm in her voice. “The title is ‘TRAMP STAMP’ and it is about a private detective and the woman that hires him to find some stolen property” I said. “That’s it? That’s all you got? What’s the plot?” She exasperatingly asked. “All I can tell you at this stage, my love is that she has a very special tramp stamp, and the thing that he has to retrieve is very valuable.” I said and continued, “But you’re just going to have to wait and see when it get’s published to find out what the story is all about.” “Come on baby throw me a bone.” She said. I quipped “I’m throwing you a bone, but you won’t take it.” As I gently slid my cock through her oily butt cheeks in just touching her tight sexy asshole. “Oh Jim, we’ve never done this unless I was really cleaned out and there is a good reason, now don’t make me have an accident!” She was more embarrassed than angry and after I considered her position, I understood why she felt that way. She had to bear down to take me up her gorgeous ass the way we were both fond of and that process could be potentially embarrassing unless her colon was empty. “I was really only trying to inject some humor, honey, and not my cock, but I do understand what you’re concerned about. So I do have a bit of story already written and I intend to publish it in a couple of months. I’ll give you the rough outline, och?” she nodded intently and I continued.

“The story takes place in San Francisco in 1953. Jake Dryden is 38 and has been a beat cop for at time and was promoted to detective with SFPD and worked the Bunko Squad for a time, spent time in the Vice Squad and also worked Missing Persons. He had worked hard, but received little recognition because he hated the bureaucracy. Finally he got fed up with all of the negative feedback from more than 15 years ‘on the job’ and decided to go it alone. It wasn’t as easy as he had first thought. On leaving the force he turned in his badge, and although he kept his personal service revolver, he no longer had a right to carry it. He received his AA degree in police science when he was 20, but now he had to undergo a criminal background check, get re-fingerprinted to the DOJ and FBI files. Then in order to get a private firearm permit, he had to complete a “Power to Arrest” training course; training on moral and legal aspects of the business; weapons handling; shooting basics, firearms nomenclature and range training. None of this was difficult for Dryden but it cost time and a lot of money. So by the time Jake Dryden received his firearms and tear gas permits from the California Department of Consumer Affairs and posting the required bond for the half million dollar insurance to cover the liability for armed bodyguard services, Dryden was broke: all of his savings had been spent to acquire his new career and a rat-trap office in the tenderloin. He could no longer afford the apartment that he had lived in the last 10 years, so he decided that he just crash in his office until he started making some serious dough! The story is told from his perspective as if he is recounting all that transpires to the audience at some future date.” I left it hanging for a few seconds.

“Oh that’s a good start, honey,” she cooed. Then she ramped up, “Would you like a collaborator that could see the story from a woman’s perspective…a woman that has a nice big sexy butt; a sensuous woman that knows how good a nice warm enema feels?” “Gee, baby, when you say it like that…” My cock was still aching in between her lovely ass cheeks and I desperately wanted to take her, but I loved her and I reluctantly restrained myself... “How could I refuse such a generous offer from such well-educated and sensuously beautiful lady?” She laughed and flexed glutes around my cock and said “Nice words my love, but I’m wary of Greek sailors bearing gifts; as soon as you’re off guard they stick it to you!” I feigned consternation, “I am shocked and mortified that you would even think that I had anything less than honorable intentions towards your…uh, shall we say, obvious assets.” She pulled away and turned around suddenly and threw her arms around me and planted one of her patented lip-lock French kisses on me. When she gently pulled away and looked into my eyes, I met hers with a loving gaze and then I said, “You’re lucky that you have an expert sail trimmer for a writing partner, oh gorgeous one, because leaving the helm like that could have crash-jibbed this here pirate vessel and we both could be dodging sharks trying to swim to some god-forsaken rock where you would have had to endure whatever I had in mind for you and a good flogging would be in order!” “You are a good sail trimmer, my big hunk; I haven’t moved the helm for the last 15 minutes. I knew I could steal a kiss, Captain Bligh!” She sneered then she went all sultry on me “You know you don’t have to act with me, Jim. You don’t have to say anything, and you don’t have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe just whistle. You know how to whistle, don’t you, Jim? You just put your lips together, and blow.”

She knew she had me as soon as she began to recite Lauren Bacall’s famous line from ‘To Have and To Have Not’ and as soon as she said “blow” she put both hands on my shoulders and gently pressed down. I knew what she had in mind and I began to kneel down as she brought her sweet pussy to my lips and I took her femininity full into my mouth. I sucked her clit and alternatively tongued her as deeply as I could and sucked her Mons. It didn’t take very long for her body to react and her clear liquid musk mixed with my saliva began to slowly emanate from her sweet pussy and outward slowly down her inner thighs. There my hands took her moistness and were lubricated and I slipped them deep into her inner ass cleft, parted her and held her to me so she couldn’t back away.

When a man gets into a situation like this, passion builds and the normal decorum’s begin to mean less and less with each passing moment. There is almost a desperate drive to follow your carnal desires; oh it was really a need at that moment, a single minded deep driving need. I needed to take Ann in her gorgeous ass and slowly my resolve to do just that began to build momentum and I began not to care what the consequences were. Ann’s passion was slowly building up and I, ever so gently, began to nudge my finger into her inner sanctum-her tight anal ring and the warm tube that could wrap my cock up tight just by flexing her powerful glutes and clinching me in her warm rectal grip. I begun to imagine myself in the depths of a powerful ejaculation deep in my lover’s beautiful ass, as she began to moan softly and start to sway to the cadence of my mouth as I moved my head to give my tongue more depth, even as I alternated sucking on her clit with my lips. My index finger just slipped through her anus and I didn’t push in further; I simply began to make small circles at an attempt to enlarge her. Her moans became little cries and having known her this long I could tell she had conflicted emotions. Knowing that she enjoyed making love anally with me, she was also fastidiously clean when she was her most passionate. Even though she was normally at the receptive end of anal sex, she was not passive; Ann was proactive when she took me in her ass, but the confidence to do that almost always stemmed from at least one deep cleansing enema. She sighed, “I have an idea baby. Indulge me will you?” I moved my face from her sumptuous femininity and looked up at her, “Of course, you know I will do anything for you.” I said and I gently pulled my finger out and away from her ass.

She looked at me the way every man wants a woman to look at him and she whispered, “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes” and then she added with a smile “Try not to wreck us while you’re so concentrated on my ass, OK my love?” A semi-stupid smirk came over me and I mumbled, “Ya it’s about time I took a fix and made a course correction if we ever want to get home.” “That’s what I’m talking about” she laughed as she backed down the companionway, “we still have a long way to go and after you have your way with me and if we’re still afloat, you and I are going to collaborate on your story” and as she disappeared, I barely heard the last part as her voice trailed off inside the boat.

The chart plotter was topside in an enclosure that could be easily opened. The boat was GPS equipped and there was a position icon in the area that I expected. I checked the depth sounder; it was a 10-100 (meters) scale and we were deeper than that, so I didn’t expect a return. But had there been, I would have taken a radar fix. As it was, the tack we were on was going to take us to our designation, unless of course, the wind direction shifted. Still I took a three bearing fix from my personal hand held monocular flux-gate compass to the distant islands and confirmed the chart plotter position fix. I heard the mechanical sound of the head flushing into the holding tank and soon I noticed Ann rummaging through something below. I went forward to tighten up the main halyard that had stretched some over the course of the day and made all lines fast to the belaying pins that were set in the stainless steal guard rails at the main mast to keep a sailor from being pitched off the deck in seas. I came back to the cockpit and slightly adjusted the jib sheet so that the jib and the main would better compliment one another: a 0.3 of a knot increase. Soon it was a half a knot. Ann stuck her head out of the companionway and said “Did we just speed up? The water around the hull is making more noise.” I commented “Well I had to do something besides masturbate while I waited for you.” She strolled up into the cockpit and sat down close enough that her thigh was up close and tight against me and with a naughty smile she said, “I finally had a good BM and I figured out a way for you to give me an enema.” “My interest is peaked, my lovely, tell me more” I said. “I found a large squeeze bottle in the stores and I think if I spread wide enough, you can get the little nozzle-like tip up inside me. If nothing else, it will make for a good sea story”, she giggled. “Tell me the rest of your plan, oh beauteous and voluptuous one”, I laughed along with her. “Well” she began, “I can see you’re in an adventurous mood. I think there is enough deck hose to reach back to the stern isn’t there?” “Ya”, I said with a question in my voice. She continued, “OK, I have some water in the big pot heating up on the stove; we haven’t run the engine for so long, the water in the hot water tank is cold. In a minute, you can go down and bring up the warm water and you can use that to fill the squeeze bottle. If you run the hose along the deck back to the stern…” “I get the picture honey” I smiled, “I’ll get it set up”. What she was going do was try to expel her enema over the stern and the hose was there just in case it didn’t go as she was planning.

The deck hose was hooked up to a hose bib on the deck that was hooked up to a pump that brought sea water aboard so that you could wash the anchor chain off as you brought up the anchor so the chain would be stored clean. Lastly you could wash of the anchor as it was stowed in the bow pulpit so the vessel could remain ship shape. I found a spray nozzle in the forward starboard deck box and attached it to the hose. Then I played out the hose down the deck to the stern and then went below to turn the pump on and bring the big 3 gallon pot of warm water up into the cockpit. Ann handed the squeeze bottle to me and began to lie back on the cockpit cushion. “I need you to to lay this way honey, that way I can look up now and then at what’s in front of us.” She turned around and that direction had added support for her legs as she splayed herself out, lifted her legs over her head and cooed “I’m ready”. The bottle held about a pint, but I knew I couldn’t empty it with the first squeeze. But I filled it clear full and before I stuck it in her lovely ass, I checked her anus with my finger. “Don’t worry honey; I lubricated myself very liberally before I left the head.” She whispered, as though she didn’t want anybody else to hear. I pressed the tip of the bottle tight up against her ass and began a slow deliberate squeeze as she began a low moan. At the start of the third fill and squeeze I pressed my mouth to her pussy and began to lick and suck her in an effort to take her mind off her bowels for a few minutes. She was responding like the sensuous woman I knew she was, but after the end of the 6th fill, she giggled “Oh you are adventurous today aren’t you? I can’t hold much more honey, so I’m advising you that you are playing with fire”. “Noted”, I said, “But I’ll risk it because of the reward at the end, as it were,” laughing along with her. The 7th fill was the trick and as Ann said “Oh, there it is, let’s step to the stern and see if I can stay on the boat.” “I’m going to hold on to you honey. There’s no way I’m going to let you try this by yourself.” I insisted, and I helped her make her way back to the stern. She looked at me a little sheepishly and I said “We’ve actually done this before honey, just not in this venue.” “I always had a toilet to sit on…this is a little precarious…oh I can’t hold it much longer!” she groaned. “Put your arms around my neck Ann. I’ll make sure you don’t fall, baby.” She threw her arms around me and I guided her backwards to the stern rail that came about mid-way up to her thigh. I squatted, keeping my back straight, which allowed her to bend at her waist and squat over the side. I whispered encouragement, “Just relax, my love and concentrate on how much I love you.” “How could you love me like this?” She groaned and I answered, “The things we do for love; look what you’re doing for me?” I hugged her mid-section…and she shook, uttering “Ohh ehhh…” and her enema exploded from my lover’s sexy ass with a long gush, followed by several gas farts. “Hey aren’t we having a blast?” I said jovially and she looked at me with disdain for a second before she began to laugh uncontrollably and that had the effect of forcing the rest of her enema out.

I bent down to pick up the hose and opened the spray just a little and I used my hand to shield her from the spray, as I gently washed her. “Oh thank you”, she sighed and continued, “I was hoping that you weren’t going spray my off like a bitch in heat.” “How do you feel?” I asked. “I could use a little lay down time.” She said and I held her and helped her back into the cockpit where she laid down on her back to rest a bit. As I stood tall at the helm and looked over smiling at her from time to time, I wondered if she was going to want me to give her another enema. Finally she rolled over on her side facing me, and propping herself on her elbow she mused, “My Jim, my big hunk Jim! You are quite a dashing figure standing there like the lord of all he surveys.” “I gotta tell ya baby, this cruise would have been nothing for me with out you to help brighten my world.” I smiled over at her. She was considering my words as she gazed at me in what I saw as contentment in her expression. The she asked, “I wonder if the ancient Greeks looked like you as they sailed these islands?” “I doubt it honey, they weren’t as tall as me and they were much more physically fit. Besides, most of them rowed their triremes around, because lateen fore & aft sails hadn’t been invented yet; they couldn’t tack against the wind, they could only sail off of the wind. Not to mention, they would have considered a woman aboard as mere chattel-what a waste.” I said absentmindedly staring off at the horizon ahead, lost in thought. I suddenly became aware of her warmth against my back as she squeezed up close to me and put her arms under mine and then around my chest; then she began to touch her fingers to my nipples, fondling me as though I was her object of desire. I liked being her object of desire and soon her hands were roaming around; shivers ran down my spine even though it was 70 degrees. She must have felt me shiver, because I heard her chuckle and then her hands slid down both sides of my waist gently oscillating before she moved to my buttocks where she firmly grabbed both globes and massaged them. She giggled slightly, “It’s been a long time since I’ve had this sexy ass. Remember when I first gave you that enema strap-on that time when we stayed in Hollywood Hotel? God baby, that was really sexy.” “It was pretty hot, Ann, but what I remember is that you were going to have me experience what you felt like when I cum in your lovely ass, except that you forgot to close clamp; nobody cums a quart and a half!” I groused. She chuckled, “Maybe I’m just more orgasmic than you are,” as she came around to my side and then interjected herself between me and the helm. I took her into my arms, as she gazed up at me with anticipation, and I held her tightly and kissed with my best ‘Clark Gable, you need to be kissed and kissed often’ lip lock. I let her up after a good 30 seconds and she gave me a demurred smile and said “I’ll be back in a moment” as she turned and went down below. At first, I wondered what was up, until I realized that she probably went down to get some lube, or lube up down below. At any rate, I began to fantasize about sliding my cock up her gorgeous ass.

I was aware that my heart rate had increased and my cock was throbbing, as Ann came up the companion way into the cockpit. She had lost her demure and was now looking intently at me with a naughty look on her face. She glided over to the binnacle opposite of the helm, bent over and placed her hands on the wheel and licked her lips with a smirk, “You might be the Captain, my big hunk, but I don’t believe that you’ve properly completed your task as ship’s Commander to your first mate.” “Oh, and what would that be, my Siren?” I chortled. Ann came around from the front of the binnacle to interject her self between me and the helm again and brought her face as close to me as she could get and snarled, “You need to finish your pussy licking Sir, I was just getting used to it before I had the entire contents of my bowels washed overboard.” I knew what she was really after and knew that we both needed to get revved up in unison so I laid her on the cockpit cushion on her back with her legs facing aft and after bending over her and lustily kissing her lips, I parted her legs, raised them up and made her feet fast to my shoulders and began to devour her sweet pussy. My finger began to probe her, looking to bring forth her wellspring, as she started oscillating her hips to match my rhythm. I felt her hand gently on my head and began not to like it when I realized that she was not trying to force me…but guide me...and then I thought, ‘How hot is that?’ and we were suddenly almost one being and Ann’s passion started to bubble up. I slowly withdrew the now two fingers from her pussy and slipped my index finger down to ring the doorbell of her sumptuous ass and found that she had indeed bestowed ample lubrication around and up into her voluptuous ass. My finger slid in with ease and I knew that I shouldn’t tarry any longer, as I rose up and kissed my lover, enticing her to her feet. She turned and stretched herself over the helm, placing her hands on the binnacle; spread her feet far apart and jutted her lovely ass out at me looking over her shoulder at me uttering, “I take it that this meets with your approval Sir.” “I must say that milady doth know how to properly present herself to the Master and Commander at the far side of the world.” I said with my best British captain’s accent as I guided the head of my throbbing cock between her sensuous cheeks to just touch the front door of her warm and waiting ass.

This was one of the longest and most exotic paths that I had ever taken to enjoy anal sex with Ann, and it seemed inappropriate to rush into it without paying attention to her in other ways so I picked her upright and put my arms around her and said, “What I really want, my love, is for you to enjoy everything around you and let my hands roam about freely as you take in this incredible sight, I want you to feel all of the sensual feelings that you’re capable of.” “Ohh, yaah…like that” she whispered, as my hands lightly brushed her breasts and my lips suckled and kissed the back of her neck. Ann pressed her ass back against me and I felt the head of my cock feel pressure on it momentarily…then she opened to me and, suddenly, I was in my lover’s ass, feeling her tight slippery warmth engulf me…clench down on me…open up and engulf me again. Had it really been that long since I last had her? It seemed like it, and I was a man driven by lust for my lover’s beautifully sensuous ass. My left hand very lightly brushed her erect nipples, while my right hand tucked under pubis from the front and my index finger slipped in and found her spot and with her moaning in pleasure, my body was contorted in ways I never would have normally put up with. Ann slowly began spreading her legs apart again and then I felt her hand taking mine away from her pussy as she replaced it with her own. Now I could concentrate on her magnificent derriere`. Slow long strokes, as deep in her as I could get in this position and suddenly I found myself resisting an eminent orgasm, but I wanted to wait for her; she was still building. So I took it all in; we were sailing north-by-northwest toward the Port of Piraeus, our ultimate destination was the small boat harbor, just to the southeast of the main cargo port entrance. The sun was low on the westerly horizon, the wind had begun to lesson but was still steady…and there we were…making passionate love, the way I really enjoyed and I was thinking life doesn’t get much better. She had lubricated herself with olive oil and she was very warm and slippery and she was practically giving me a blow job with her disciplined anus as she moaned and cried out. And then…her orgasm was upon me and I forced myself into Ann as deeply as I could get in a couple of dozen strokes and then it seemed like my entire being flowed through my loins into my lover’s delectable ass. I spasmed uncontrollably as we both grunted from the exertion and sheer pleasure.

Ann was the first to regain the power of speech, “My-my, big boy! You haven’t been taking care of yourself have you?” “What do you mean?” I gasped and she giggled “Because this is the biggest load you’ve ever given me.” She rose and turned to kiss me and added “I felt it squirt in me, now it feels like I’m holding an enema.” She smiled and I said “Probably just the olive oil. Even with a backlog, I’ve never shot more than a tablespoon full.” As I reached to feel her lovely ass, she grinned at me and said “No baby, you gave me a nice love enema. No baby, don’t put your finger in me, I’ll loose it. James Hunter! You are nasty; you just want to see it dribble out of me! Oh! Uhh…now that you’re back there, you can’t take your finger out.” I slowly walked her back to the stern and I said, “Don’t worry my lovely, a little love dribble won’t hurt a thing.” And I gave her a couple of slow deep thrusts and withdrew. My onslaught was too much and she had to squat down and release her lubrication and my sperm. She was more embarrassed than I thought she would be and I knew I had gone too far. Even though it was easy to clean off with the hose, while I was washing her she pouted, “I know you really love me sweetheart, but I’m not your personal porn star! So don’t treat me like one!” I had crossed an unmarked boundary without really thinking and I knew that I needed to apologize to her without sounding trite. “I was trying to be playful, Ann, but I realize I should have listened to you when you said no. I am sincerely sorry, honey.” I told her and she looked at me with a look in eyes that melted me “Oh, it’s really not that big of a deal, Jim honey, oh ya know it might have been fun in the shower, but we don’t even have enough fresh water to take a good sponge bath, let alone wash up real good after…after the ploughing you gave me up my butt!” She looked away for a moment or two and then turned and smiled at me, and then she curled one side of her mouth down and said, “Oh OK, I really liked it too, but you know how you can really apologize to me baby?” I enthusiastically said, “Oh god, Ann, I really do want to know; tell me.” She went all sultry on me again, as she sashayed over to me and lightly put both of her hands on my face and with a guttural growl, she uttered, “When we get back, lover, we’re going to give me a nice cleansing enema series and then I’m going to take a nice long bubble bath… and then, my love, you know that thing you do with your tongue and that hash-oil-infused honey?..Well that’s how you can apologize to me…you can promise me that you’ll show me just how much you love me and that you have sincerely apologized.” She ended up with a regal look on her face as though she had just instructed her praetorian guard on how to sneak into her chambers and satisfy her. I played along and kneeled before her and said lustily, “Your every wish is my command your highness. I shall pursue your very special pleasure as though my retched existence depended on it!” She looked down at me trying very hard to keep from giggling and stroking my face she said with a wide grin, “Now that’s what I’m talk’en about!” We were both suddenly slightly off balance as the boat began to round up; the wind had shifted and it was time to pay attention to the task at hand, which was getting back to civilization. “Take the helm honey, we need to tack to get back on course, then I’ll get the sails back in trim” and after a ten minute workout we picked up two knots and were pointed in the right direction to get home and at our current speed I made us to be about 7 hours from the harbor entrance.

Back in the cockpit again, I thought about Ann and how much I loved her…how much I really needed her. She had gone the extra mile today and done what few women would do for their lovers. That was what I found so incredible about her. I was thinking about what a woman she had become and how very special she was to me and then I realized what might perk her up. “OK, my lovely, let’s get back to TRAMP STAMP. Let’s see…we last left Jake Dryden staying in his rattrap office in the Tenderloin of San Francisco, broke but free. The story picks up as Jake tells it. Ann was thrilled and she listened enthusiastically and we began outline the basics over the next hours until we arrived in port and then during the flight home. When we got back home to Oregon, we continued to collaborate to produce the the intro to the following story:

TRAMP STAMP-Office in the San Francisco Tenderloin. SE corner of Turk & Hyde Streets-8:00 am, February 4th 1953

“Another day without a client, damn, I thought this would be easier. Aw-uh, maybe a little hair of the dog; ahh, ya Canadian Lord Calvert…nectar of the gods… oh that’s good.” I walked out of my office and went down the hall to the bathroom. I needed a shave, and I didn’t smell none too fragrant either. I locked the door and striped to my waist, shaved and soaped up my upper body rinsed off and toweled myself dry. I had one last fresh shirt in my office closet. If I didn’t secure a client soon, I wouldn’t be able to make the rent in this rattrap.

9:05 a.m. and the phone finally rang and I had a client on the way up here within the hour. When she came in the door I found out it was some bimbo looking for me to follow her husband and find out if he was having an affair. Hey…for $50 bucks a day, plus expenses, and she had a retainer of $150, I can be very accommodating and understanding, or at least act like I give a damn. I had her sign my standard contract. She didn’t have to know she was my first client, hell, I’m an experienced officer, or was, and I knew how to stake out a criminal…so a cheat…well that would be a piece of cake! Yes it was and in less than a week I handed her a dozen 8 X 10 glossy photos of her old man with not just one, but two different hideaway broads and they both looked like they’d been around the block a few times, if ya get my drift. He was getting something from them that he wasn’t getting from my client…but what did I care? Still I acted as though she was the one that was really getting screwed and I tried to empathize with her and I guess that paid off. She gave me a full week, plus a $200 bonus. But the case that was to make my career and alter my life path, not to mention my non-existent sex life came as a referral from my very first client.

A little over two years had passed since my very first client and business was going good enough for my to get a little place of my own-nothing fancy, mind you, but it wasn’t a dump either. I was even making enough to hire a secretary. I interviewed 7 young good looking women that I knew would be trouble, when this old battle ax comes into my office and proceeds to tell me what I needed to do to make this business more professional, Angie De-Angelo her name was, but I just called her Angel and I could tell she liked that handle. Ya, I knew she was the help I needed to really get things going and she dug right in and went to work organizing all my files and making the office look good. The money started rolling in and I was able to rent the adjoining suite and turn that into my private office while Angel had the front for all of the case files, plus my library and her desk. In the very front, we had a couple of chairs and a little magazine table, which was Angel’s idea. She said it would give the clients the impression that they had to wait in line to see “the best private dick in the business”.

One day, Angel rings me over the intercom and says “Jake, there is a Miss Chloe Van-Marin to see you.” Then she whispered, “Boss this is a really high-class dame”. I was curious, but unfettered, and I said in a deep even toned voice, “Send her in Angel”. Angel opened the door to my office and in walked the most stunning women I had seen in a long time and she was dressed to kill for. Angel’s eyes were wide and she looked at me as though I was about to fall all over myself, so I said, “Angel take some petty cash and go to lunch down at Brizzards. Take your time and enjoy yourself and don’t be afraid to meet some of the clientele.” That place was crawling with well to do guys about the same age as Angel was and she glowed, “Aw Jake, you’re too good to me, thank you” and she closed the door, leaving me alone with the stunner. I stood up and walked over to greet her, extending my hand saying, “Miss Van-Marin, I’m Jake Dryden, how can I help you today?” “Well Mr. Dryden, you come highly recommended by my half-sister, Beulah Dansigler” she smiled, albeit coyly and reserved. “Ah yes, I remember her. She had a philanderer for a husband that I caught in the act, not once but twice, as I recall.” “Yes, that’s right, Mr. Dryden. The photographs that you took helped her through a nasty divorce that netted her most of their estate. She is doing quite well now.” She glowed. As much as I enjoyed chatting with an intelligent beautiful woman with an incredible hour-glass figure in a tight black full bodied dress, I did need to run a business, so I asked in a deliberate low and slow voice, “Miss Van-Marin what is it that you need my services for?”

She looked at me as though the answer was not going to be pleasant, then she sat down and said, “Do you mind if I smoke?” I had quit smoking 15 years before and I didn’t like the smell, but I nodded my acquiescence, only because she acted like she needed it. She was, though, very sensuous in her oral fixation, as she gathered her thoughts and perhaps her courage. I suddenly thought that she needed an ice breaker so offered her a drink. “Bourbon, if you have it, with just a splash of water thank you”, she purred. I had a small refrigerator in the corner that had an ice box that held two trays, “Two cubes please”, she purred again. I poured her a healthy glass of Cream of Kentucky with ice and water and handed it to her, while I filled my glass half full of Canadian Lord Calvert and sat back in my office chair behind my desk and gently sipped as I watched her take a healthy pull and then another. Finally, she looked at me and said, “Mr. Dryden, something very private and intimate has been stolen from me. It is a priceless heirloom that I want you to find and return to me.” I said evenhandedly, “Just what is it that you want me to find, Miss Van-Marin?” Her eyes bore into mine as she exclaimed, “I assure you Mr. Dryden, money is no object!” She completed breathlessly. “Miss Van…” “Call me Chloe, please”, she interrupted and I continued, “OK… Chloe…I need to know what exactly it is that you want me to find for you.” She almost blurted out, “Beulah said that you were very discrete. Can I count on that?” “Chloe, if I wasn’t very discrete, I could have never built this business, do you agree?” I asked and she rather absent mindlessly said “I suppose you’re right.” I asked, “Do you have a photograph of what it is that you want me to find?” She lowered her eyes then drained her glass and mumbled, “In…in a manner of speaking…sort of…I guess that is what you might call it...more of a work of art…I suppose.” I made a one word question, “Chloe?” She put out her cigarette and put her empty glass on the corner of my desk. She slowly stood up, her eyes away from me and in a seemingly distressed tone that I instinctively read as aroused, she said “Mr. Dryden…please unzip my dress…I…I have to show you something.” “Well in that case Chloe, you should probably just call me Jake,” I said as I rose and came around to her. She put a hand on my face and made a pleading whisper, “Oh God, please be discrete…Jake…please.” She seemed to need something, but what it was, I couldn’t read, but I thought I could detect that she was both aroused and apprehensive. I brought her close and held her and said “Chloe, something brought you to my office today and now that you’re here, there is nothing that you need to be afraid of.” As I stroked the back of her neck, she drew herself into me and I realized that this was all woman…a man’s woman and after a few moments of this…I kissed her; yes like some romantic fool, I kissed her full on the lips and she responded enthusiastically. When I released her I whispered, “Now what’s all this about unzipping this amazing dress?” She looked into my eyes and said, “I like this dress, but it’s nothing special.” I retorted, “I’m afraid you’re wrong Chloe. That dress looks absolutely amazing with you in it; nothing short of fantastic!” She shook her head slightly and her long flowing brunet locks whirled around her as she mused, “It seems clear, Jake, that you know how to make a girl comfortable as you take off her dress.” And smiling now, Chloe turned around and lowered her head allowing my easy access to the zipper high up on her back. I found it and as I put my left hand on her shoulder she sucked in a quick breath. “Are you still OK?” I asked and she hesitated for a moment and breathed, “Ooh..Ah just hold me for a moment Jake.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and brought her close to the front of me and I noticed immediately how much her incredible derriere jutted out as it came hard against my crotch, because my cock began to show the telltale signs of interest; OK so it has been a long time since I last had a woman…hey I’m always too busy.

She broke my train of thought as she breathed, “What do you like most about a woman, Jake.” I breathed back, “I like everything about a woman.” She sighed, “Oh Jake, I think that you especially like some part of a woman; you might like a little nibble at everything, but just what is your bread and butter?” What the hell, I had nothing to lose. This dame seemed genuine enough; why not treat her square up? I held her around her middle with my left arm, lightly kissed the back of her neck and slowly and deliberately reached down and felt her incredible ass; oh what an ass this woman had and I thought this is a woman that would do just about anything to please the man she loved. I heard her whisper, “Yes Jake, oh yes! Is that your bread and butter Jake?” Her dress was tight around her ass, but she wore no girdle…I was feeling her and she had a very sensuous posterior. I detected the cleavage of her large firm butt cheeks and I slowly drew my finger up through it. “Oh Jake, you must be careful if you’re not sure how a woman responds to erotic stimuli.” She sighed and then uttered a guttural “Don’t tease me Jake, please.” It was time. It was time to unzip this woman’s amazing dress and see what secrets awaited me. I slowly worked the zipper down until the sensuously erotic shoulders were bare and her shoulder blades became visible. I lingered and kissed and then I began to audaciously wet-kiss her back, which caused her to moan. My hands went to the outside of her shoulders, as I slowly worked the front of her dress down around her firm breasts; my fingers danced over her pert nipples as she gasped in passion. “Oh Jake, please don’t take me to a place that I can’t return from this soon. I must show you…oh take my dress just a little bit lower Jake and you will start to see what I’ve been trying to tell you about.”

I slid the zipper down another three inches and a Golden Tattoo started to reveal itself. I took the rest of the zipper all the way down to the bottom of her back, but there was still more of the tattoo to be revealed. I slid her dress all the way down to her ankles and bade her to step out of it, which she did without questioning me. I kneeled down behind her in absolute awe. I slowly took down her sexy black lacy panties and dropped them around her knees. There before me was the most intricate and detailed piece of art I have ever witnessed. A golden enema bag with a gold and platinum band around the top, with a silver hook attached. A golden hose snaked out of the bag and curled around the lower part of her back to a large gold enema nozzle tattooed in the cleavage of her incredibly beautiful ass. At the 5th lumbar, a silver hose clamp completed the picture. I whispered, “How long have you had this Chloe?” “I got it 16 years ago, on my 21st birthday. Have you seen all of it?” She breathed and I very gently touched the cleavage of her magnificent ass and whispered back in reverence, “I can’t see the end of it,” “Well Jake, since we now both know where your Bread and Butter is located, I can tell you that the next thing that you will see is solid gold.” She said in a deliciously naughty voice and then Chloe spread her legs wide, put her hands behind her and parted her deliciously lovely ass for me. The enema nozzle that showed in the very top part of her butt cleavage was only a small portion of the large contoured bullet-bat shape that went all the way to her anus, which was hairless. I pulled her panties back up and then I helped her back into her dress. As I brought the zipper back up into place, she slowly turned around and looked at me, then lowered her green eyes and whispered, “Do you think I’m perverted Jake?” “Listen carefully Chloe”, I began, “I spent 5 years in the SFPD Vice Squad and I know what perverted is and I can tell you that nothing that you have revealed to me comes anywhere close to being perverted. On the other hand, please sit down and tell me all about that incredible tattoo. Would you like another drink?” She sat there for a moment with her mouth agape, before looking away momentarily and then she nodded and said, “Yes, Jake, I think I need another one; make it a little stiffer this time.” I poured her a stiff belt of Cream of Kentucky, dropped two cubes in it with just a splash of water and handed it to her. She took a long pull and again her eyes went to mine and began to bore into my soul.

After a minute she spoke, “So…Jake Dryden, you don’t think a woman with a Tattoo like mine is perverted.” I made a silent gesture with my mouth pursed back, shaking my head and then said, “No Chloe Van-Marin, I don’t think you’re perverted…not yet anyway.” She looked at me as though she didn’t believe me and then said in a low sultry voice, “What if I told you I really enjoy enemas…what would you think of me then, Mr. Dryden?” It was time for me to take a long pull of my Lord Calvert. She couldn’t know of all of the real degrading perversions that I had come across while I was on the job, she could only dwell in her own special world of her conditional self-loathing. What had brought this drop dead gorgeously erotic woman to this state of self-repugnance? Suddenly I had to know; perhaps I thought…maybe me and her…Christ! What was I thinking? This dame was way out of my league; she had money and she was educated and sophisticated…she had real class… so what could she possibly see in…Shit! Now she had me in my own special brand of self-repulsion. I’m a great guy and she is obviously attracted to me…stay professional old buddy and don’t rush this…It just may all work out in the end; ya her rear end…come on old buddy get back to business. I leaned across my desk and matched her penetrating gaze and I said, “Maybe you’re not aware of this, Chloe, but it is not uncommon for actresses and models to take enemas. I have even heard of a few cases where they shared the experience with the men in their lives.” She still held me in her gaze but I noticed her mouth begin to show a slight smile. I continued, “In my world Chloe, we only catalog perversions as something one person does sexually to another person, without that person’s permission and to that person’s detriment. What you have described is something that is not discussed openly in this society, but it is certainly not uncommon. What is rather uncommon, I would think, is that magnificently intricate and beautiful tattoo that you have. Tell me about it.” She sat back in her chair and took another drink as she gathered her thoughts before looking at me with, perhaps, a little awe, before she spoke, “Do I take it, Jake, that you don’t see my enjoyment of enemas as being a deviant sexual practice or a perverted act?” I rose from my chair and came around to sit on the front of my desk so I could be closer to her and took her empty glass and sat it to the side. Then, taking both of her hands in mine, I said, “Chloe, I want you to stop belittling yourself. You’re a beautiful intelligent and resourceful woman and I gotta tell you that I find you very erotic and nothing I have seen or heard scares me away. So let’s cut the self-loathing and get down to business shall we?”

“OK Jake, it’s just that…well every man I thought I liked has freaked out when they saw my tattoo…and I’ve been called a crazy perverted bitch too many times. Maybe…I hope that you’re…well different, somehow…I was hoping that you might understand…me, but I … I never thought…oh Jake, please don’t play with me…I just can’t…” I just had to interrupt her, “Stop it! Right now Chloe, just stop it! I’m the real deal here! What you see is what you get, baby! I’m not some fly by night that you can’t trust, God Damn it, my word is my bond and I don’t bullshit to my own advantage. So just for the record Miss Van-Marin, I like you and I’d like to see more of you, but you didn’t come in here to hear that, right? You came in here to hire me to find your stolen property and I hope… catch the bastards that stole it from you!” She began to brighten up and suddenly she smiled and said, “OK Jake, where to we start?” “From the beginning” I said and I started the case file by asking her “Tell me about the significance of that tattoo from the beginning.” And then I took out a marker and wrote on the case file header: The Golden Enema

Tillamook, Oregon-present day

As soon as I wrote that line, Ann hugged me and giggled “Aw ya baby, that is much more exciting than, oh say the Maltese Falcon.” “I really like what you are doing with Chloe Van-Marin too honey, you’re putting some real character into her. Is there some part of Chloe in you Ann?” I asked and she looked at me more than a little amused as she leaned into me teasingly chiding me, “Just because you know every part of me physically doesn’t mean you really know everything about me, my love; we all keep some part of us all to ourselves. Now let’s get back into it, big boy, we have a lot of story to produce.”