It was a dark and stormy night…not really. It was actually a fairly decent spring morning/afternoon and I was filling in for a friend delivering packages of foodstuffs for a local service group providing support for individuals and families who had been affected in various ways by the pandemic. I was close to the end of the route and had only one or two more stops to make. I was looking forward to the short drive home and a totally relaxing afternoon.

On the next to last stop I was able to find a parking spot near the client’s home and immediately gobbled it up. (One gets used to taking advantage of things like parking spots in a major urban environment, you know.) I grabbed the box of foodstuffs and other goodies from the back of the car and headed for the address on the route list. As is my habit, I knocked on the door (bell not working) and waited a few seconds. Hearing no sound from inside, I was ready to leave the package and call the “client” to leave a message that their delivery was left outside the door. Then the door opened and a young(ish) gal in a bathrobe peaked out. I said “Hi” and she replied, “Oh where’s George today?” I told her that he had asked me to fill in as he had a doctor’s appointment that had been some time in the making and he didn’t want to try to reschedule. She said she hoped it was nothing serious and was disappointed because she needed a favor and was a little bit desperate. I told her that I didn’t think it was anything major and asked if I could help. She paused and said “No, thanks”; but I sensed that she really needed help with something so I said “No, really; I’m at the end of the route and have nothing I needed to do, so I’m glad to help .” She paused.

“This is a bit embarrassing, but I really need someone to make a run to the drugstore for me. It’s just up the block, but….” And she paused again. I told her that I would be glad to make the run and asked what she needed done. Once more, she hesitated and then said, “I’ve been housebound for about a week and a half and need something picked up.” I said I’d be glad to do it and asked if it was a prescription or what. She said softly, “I need a Fleets enema or two.” Hmmmmm. I really didn’t know what to say, but before I could reply she offered that she hadn’t really been eating well and was “bound up”. She said her mom had suggested that a Fleets would probably take care of the problem in short order and much more effectively than any laxative. I said, “Not a problem. I’ll be glad to pick them up for you.” She replied that she would be so grateful. I told her that as soon as I made my last stop (only a block or two away) I would swing by a grab whatever she needed. She told me her mom had said to just get a “regular” Fleets and that was probably all she needed, but that she figured that if it didn’t do the job maybe she would get two just in case. I said “Sure” and turned to leave; then I paused. Processing things VERY quickly, I turned and said, “Have you used these before?” “No” she replied, “why”? Choosing my response carefully, I said, “I’ve had the same problem you have over time, and have often relied on enemas for quick relief, but…” She looked at me quizzically. I continued,” there are several alternatives to a Fleets that are much less irritating and will give you the same results.” She hesitated and then asked, “like what?” I said, “Don’t be uncomfortable talking about this; it’s kind of part of the human condition, eh? Everybody has this kind of problem once in a while; I have it probably more frequently than you and have learned over the years how to deal with it effectively and with little or no discomfort.” “Okay”, she replied, “but how about if we continue this conversation inside?” I said, “Sure, but let me finish this run, first. It’s just around the block and I’ll be back in five minutes; really’” She smiled and said, “See you in five.”

I headed to the car with wild and crazy thoughts in my head, but figured that the worst case scenario would be a chance to see what the local Walgreen’s was offering in it’s “laxative” section aside from Fleets and the like. I made the last stop on the run without delay and headed back to her house. I checked the route list and noted that her name was Janice…at least that was the name on the list…found the parking spot I had left 2 minutes ago still empty, and pulled in. Knocking on the door (bell obviously still not working, lol} she opened it almost immediately and said, “Come on in.” We looked at each other sheepishly, both probably thinking, “What the heck am I doing and where is this going?” We moved inside to her living room where she invited me to have a seat and asked if I would like something to drink. I assumed she meant coffee, water or whatever, and I replied, jokingly, “I’m coffeed out but a bourbon on the rocks would be great!!” I expected a humorous reply but she said, “Well, it’s passed noon, so if you’re serious, would a glass of wine suffice?” “Sure, that really would be a treat. I’ve got nothing on the schedule. Would you like me to tell you about your options before I get you the Fleet enemas?” She paused, thought a moment and then said, “Sure…why not?”

We settled in, wine(s) in hand, and I said, “Janice. I’ve been using enemas for a while and though the Fleets work fairly quickly most of the time, they are a little bit irritating and there are probably several better options. I’ve found that a simple bulb enema of 8 or so ozs with a touch of salt added works very well to move things out with almost no irritation at all. There are other options that you could also try, but I think a regular adult bulb will do what you want it to do with very little discomfort.” “I don’t know” she replied, “but I guess I could try it?” “Sure”, I said, “And you can always go to the Fleets if you don’t make out with the bulb.” By now, we had finished the wine and I said, “I know this is a little embarrassing, but if you’d like me to help you, I’d be happy (understatement) to do so!!! It’s probably a bit more embarrassing for you than for me, but since we’ve gone this far…why not?” ”Yes”, she said (without hesitation), “ it is embarrassing, but you’re being very helpful and I do feel comfortable with you, so why not? Would you like another glass of wine?” I replied in the affirmative, we had another glass of wine (before lunch!!) and I said, “Great, I’m off to CVS!!!”

The trip to the drugstore (it was a CVS) was quick, but the idea of giving this young(ish) lady an enema had me spinning! I got to the drugstore, I picked up 2 regular Fleets but, more importantly, I was able to find and buy an 8-10 oz bulb syringe without any MAJOR difficulty (of course they were not on the shelf…I had to ask for it as they had them behind the counter) and I was back in a flash. Janice answered the door (still in her bathrobe) and said, “That was quick.” I replied that the was no problem and that we should have another glass of wine and talk about what we were going to do. She said, “OK” and proceeded to pour yet another glass of wine!!

“Janice, I’m going to give you a small enema with the bulb. I obviously need to put it up your backside, and I need you to hold it until you really feel you need to go to the bathroom. Are you OK with that?” “If it does what you say it will, I’m ready to try it.” “Great” I said, “where’s the bedroom and bathroom and let’s do this.” She beckoned be to follow her and off we went, upstairs to the bedroom which had a bathroom right off of it.

“OK”, I said, “let’s put a towel down on the bed, just in case, and I need you to lie down on your left side and pull your right leg up as far as you can. This will get to water to where it will do the most good!” (By this time, I had forgotten all about adding a bit of salt, but since we weren’t going for a complete cleanout I figured it wouldn’t matter.) She asked, “Do I need to be completely naked to do this?” I said, “You probably should take your bathrobe off, just in case of an accident, and so I can get to your bum more easily.” She flashed me a quick glance and then promptly dropped her robe. I was a little taken aback, as she revealed a body much younger than she looked and a shaved pubis which surprised the heck out of me. What I was thinking at the time should really be censored!!!

Janice was blushing, in all her naked beauty, but was composed enough to retrieve a large bath towel from the bathroom and place it, doubled over, on the bed. She climbed on the bed, laid down on her left side, ad pulled her right leg up to her stomach. “Is this the way you want me?” I wondered what she REALLY meant by that, but resisted the urge to reply that that was truly the way I WANTED her. I said, “Yes, that’s just right. Now try to relax and we’ll fix you right up!”

Before I could say anything more, she asked if this was going to hurt and I assured her that there should really be no discomfort at all (unless I lost my cool altogether!!!) That having been said, I told her that I was going to step into the bathroom to get things ready and asked her if she had any Vaseline or KY in the BR. She told be there was a tube of KY in the medicine cabinet above the sink and I found it without any difficulty. I ran the water until it was warm, filled the bulb, and coated the nozzle liberally with the KY. I took the tube of KY and filled syringe with me back to the bedroom.

I stopped to survey the “display” as I entered the bedroom…naked on the bed, a lady in the Sims position, with ALL of her lady parts exposed waiting for me to plunge an enema nozzle into her butt!!! Jeez…I was embarrassed…but excited as hell!! I said, “Jan (we’re being familiar, now!), I’m going to put some KY on and in your butt to keep things as comfortable as possible; are we still OK?” “You’ve seen all of me now”, she said, “so go for it!!” Her almost enthusiasm for what was about to happen almost floored me; needless to say, I proceeded APACE!!! I generously coated my index finger with KY and gently placed it on her rosebud. “OK?” “Yessssss….” In it went!! I plunged my finger into her butt and gently began to massage her anus inside and out and lube her up to a fair-the-well. The “lube job” was accompanied by a gentle cooing and moaning from Jan that served to bring ME to rock hard status!!! I had to keep reminding myself that I needed to focus on the “business” at hand and let whatever might follow take care of itself. “Are you still OK”. I asked. “Uh huh”, she whispered, and I could tell she was thinking about something other than the enema!!!

I slowing inserted the syringe nozzle into her (quite cute) little rosebud and said, ”Now the business part…ready?” Again, quietly, “Uh huh.” I squeezed the syringe and let about a third of the water flow into her rectum and then paused. “OK?” “Is that all?” “No, just a bit more. Relax and…enjoy.” With that I put the rest of the warm water into her bum and said, “That’s it…now we wait!” She wiggled her backside and remarked that that wasn’t bad at all. I told her that it wouldn’t be unpleasant and that she should tell me when she thought she needed to go to the bathroom. She smiled, kind of sheepishly, and said that the enema was really not at all unpleasant…and that if she had known she probably would have done everything herself, but that she really appreciated…even enjoyed my help. I smiled…and then I glanced at her (she had rolled over onto her back and slightly spread her legs) and noticed the glistening at the bottom of her nether lips…the little rascal was as wet as a swamp…and NOT from the water in the syringe!!!!! A few moments passed….

“I think I have to go now”, she said after what seemed like an eternity, but which was probably only 5 or 10 minutes (time flies when you’re having fun!!!) and I asked, “Can you make it to the john?” “I think so”, she said as she slowly got up from the bed and headed to the BR. I afforded her the privacy of taking a dump by herself and about 5 minutes later she emerged smiling. “That was really something. I feel great now and…who knew…it was almost fun! No, really, it was enjoyable to say the least!” Long pause, shy smile, and then…”are you married?” “Yes, but I don’t make a fetish of it, why?” “Cause that little procedure made me really horny and would like nothing more than to pay you back with a good…whatever you like!!”

Well, you should know the rest…I replied that what was sauce for the goose was sauce for the gander and that if she would like to return the favor, I would be glad to walk her through the process and then….SCREW HER BRAINS OUT! She glanced at the syringe, smiled and then said, “Done deal!”

I’ll leave the rest of this story to your imagination. Needless to say, the rest of the time was spent in what most would call “reckless abandon”…and that included a few more rounds with the bulb and a rather lengthy discussion of enemas, the erotic nature of enemas, the variations of equipment, solutions, and a few other things…AND some VERY pleasurable sex!!!

By the way, we made an “appointment” the following week for another “E” session; one that would include a good cleansing with a much larger (bag) syringe and colon tube that I assured her would leave her feeling thoroughly cleaned out and in a mood to enjoy more wonderful “play” and “pleasuring”. I even thought about the possibility of introducing her to the pleasures of a wine enema and other treats at the end of a hose!!! But more about that later…..