@Lora_C and 70+ (I’ll explain that sometime down the road.)

THE QUESTION: Were Enemas Just An Excuse or Substitute for Having Sex with Lora?

I had coffee the other day with @TrinaStarr after we had a chance encounter at a local store in town. She was and is very curious about the life and times of one of the best friends I've ever had, her Aunt, @Lora_C.

I've become a follower of Trina's over the past few months. She is a good writer and very inquisitive and asks a lot of good questions. Her questions to me that day, as well as what she has written here in zity.biz shows me that she loved her Aunt Lora very much. So did I.

As we were talking and I finally let my guard down with her, she asked me if I would be willing to talk about enemas in general and, specifically with Lora. From the questions she asks in the forum, she is essentially and “outsider” to here. She wasn’t part of the day-to-day life and times Lora and I shared here in zity.biz as @Dahiana and @Ms_Lila were. There was also @gibby who was here before me and here before Lora joined. Trina was new to here and had not “lived” and read what happened every time we posted about something that we shared and felt.

Trina was a fresh set of eyes and knew and loved Lora as her favorite Aunt and mentor from almost the beginning of Trina’s life. Now, Trina wanted to get to know her Aunt Lora as not only her aunt, but the woman that she was. Trina has scoured zity.biz looking for posts made by Lora and pictures of her. It was evident that Trina has been doing her homework and she attributes that to her being a forensic accountant. I think it is because she is nosy. In a good way.

That day, Trina wanted to know about the role that enemas played in my relationship with Lora. She explained that she was fairly new to enemas although she had used them to prepare for anal sex with her husband @TedStarr. She explained that she usually used a small Fleets-type enema to clean her out and that she usually self-administered prior to engaging in anal sex. Yes, they were sexual in nature, but more for preparation in and of itself, and not part of foreplay.

Trina explained to me that she is now seeing enemas as part of her sex play and not just something to clear the way for anal sex. She feels this when she does enemas with her husband or DD, and while they are sexual and sensual, they are part and parcel with their making love or fucking. However, she said that enemas from, or to, or with DD’s husband, @Meat_Monster, have a different feel to them. I asked her what she meant and she said that when she and MM are “doing” or “having” enemas with each other, she gets the feeling that MM considers enemas as something more than just clearing the way for butt-sex.

I didn’t catch on right away as to how Trina was measuring her words and missed that she really wasn’t making a statement. She was asking questions based on her observations and experiences with having enemas with MM.

Trina said that with her and her “Enema Quartet” the use of enemas was closely associated with sex, either as a preparation or a sort of foreplay. She said that she and DD would be the subject of receiving enemas and that they fed into both of their newly found desire or inclination to be exhibitionists. Trina said that she found out she loved being the only-one-naked (OON) and being given enemas by the other three. She loved being the center of attention. The added sensation of being given an enema just added to it.

She made the observation that Lora and I both seemed to like enemas even before we became sexually involved. She, basically, asked me if enemas were always sexual between Lora and me. In a word, “no.”

That followed by Trina looking at me for a longer and more satisfying explanation. Trina was using a technique of interview or interrogation wherein in the interviewer or interrogator puts out a general direction as to what needs to be known, asks minimal questions, and leaves the suspect, (me), to fill in the silence, because, it isn’t a question about having the right to remain silent, but rather, CAN you remain silent.

Wives use this shit on husbands ALL of the time. The wife will start, out of the blue, with, “Did you (fill-in-the-blank)?” The husband, not knowing where the fuck that came from, will get defensive and go, “Huh?” The wife / inquisitor, will follow up with the next question, “What were you thinking?” She will keep it vague and make it seem like she already knows the story. The husband will take a moment to think, which means, silence and hoping like hell the phone rings or a tornado hits. That isn’t going to happen and wifey follows up with, “Well? I’d really like to know and understand what happened?”

So, the husband fills in the dead air by saying the first thing that comes to his mind. He’s fucking toast and doesn’t know it.

Luckily, Trina really did want to know about what enemas were to Lora and me.

This is where an “outsider” makes you think and sees things differently than you normally would. “Living” here at zity.biz for the past few years and writing about Lora in a place where the word “enema” doesn’t shock the shit out of everyone, lends itself to assuming everyone understands just what enemas are and mean.

As those who have followed this thread know, Lora and I were friends for almost 30 years or more and were never sexually involved at all. As a matter of fact, right before life got in the way, Lora was pregnant with none other than, DD. 🌹 We worked together and I had a very high degree of respect for Lora and something happened and I didn’t see Lora again until DD was almost a year and a half old. So, my math may be a little off. On the other hand, I do think that Lora and I had worked together and had become friends for over 30 years. No matter.

We were friends. Then one day Lora walks into my office and the word “enema” was spoken and the rest is history. Enemas for Lora and me were the start of an intimate friendship. We would meet and spend quiet time with each other and share enemas for the sake of intimacy and trust that we had for and with each other. The enemas were the apex of our relationship for the longest time and the ultimate in intimacy for us. We were both married and if we didn’t do the deed, we weren’t cheating. We beat the hell out of that drama and split hairs about enemas not being sex and so on and so forth. Only one of us would be naked and having or getting an enema at a time. What bullshit.

What wasn’t bullshit, was the fact that we both had liked enemas as a solo practice long before we even said the “E” word out loud. We also liked enemas before we did them together. So, in the beginning, Lora and I did and shared enemas because we trusted each other and there was our friendship.

Somewhere around that time, I joined zity.biz. Lora and I were heavy into our enemas and I needed someone to talk to about this. So, how about a site full of total strangers? How about me writing things down and putting it out there as a way to work through things in my mind.

Ok, that wasn’t such a bad idea. So, why not work up the courage or grow a set, and actually tell Lora, OUT LOUD, what our enemas with each other meant to me? Uh, WTF was I thinking? I’ll never be able to say anything like that out loud. Then, a “brilliant” idea, why not show her what I wrote? Hell, put it to a vote. Let her know I’ve written about what we do with our enemas and hope she understands, or kiss off a 30+ year friendship and have her get a restraining order on me to keep my perverted ass away from her for at least 1,500 feet.

Did I want to risk losing the best friend I ever had by letting her into my mind to read what I thought about her and our enemas. About what she meant to me as a friend who knew about my enemas and liked me anyway.

It was our friendship and our liking of enemas and being willing to be the real us that made it work for us. Both Lora and I felt that there was nothing more intimate than an enema between two friends. Sex is sex. Everybody knows what sex is and that it is natural between two people. It was why we are built like we are.

Enemas? Not everyone understands. They are an acquired taste. Taboo-and-the-fuck-and-a-half. Except, if you have that taste for an enema. Except if you have a friend you trust with one of the deeper darker secrets about yourself. Except if that friend likes and loves you unconditionally and won’t recoil in horror from you if you let her know of your kink.

There are those rare friends who come along who might not share the same kink that you do but they like you. They accept you for who you are. No judgment. The kind of friend where you find that nothing is off-limits. They’re there for you and want to know what makes you tick.

They aren’t the kind of friend who will bail you out of jail, though.

That’s because they will be in the same cell block with you taking turns sleeping and watching each other’s backs.

The kind of friend who will laugh at your pain and it doesn’t piss you off because you know they really care.

For @Lora_C 🌹❤️🌹 and I, enemas were that little part of us that allowed for our friendship to grow.