@Lora_C and 70+

Ah, yes. The “70+” and how that hit me between the eyes. Yep, I’m getting old. I was always 60+ here on zity.biz and then one day, ZAP, 70+. Well, fuck. Why not, “Seasoned and Mature,” “Alive and Kicking,” or “Old Enough To Know Better” but too tired to care? That would be a good one, too, “Too Tired To Care.” Thank you, moderator people, for that really nice reminder that I’m getting old. Ok. I’m old. Satisfied?

I’ve been having conversations with @Dahiana and @TrinaStarr the past few days and weeks. Trina is new here and she has been asking me some questions that have given me some new insight on the woman that her Aunt Lora was, and is.

Lora was popular and outgoing and always involved in the community. She did a lot of charity work an was very well known by just about everyone in town and the surrounding area. She did catering, arts, crafts, and just about anything and everything to do with helping kids out. She was never still for very long and always had something to do. People would ask her for her help and ideas and she hardly ever turned anyone down.

I met her over 30 or more years ago and we eventually became friends. I’ve told this throughout this thread so I won’t go into it too much more. Instead, I’ll cut to the chase and, hopefully answer some of Trina’s questions.

Lora and I were friends and never romantically or sexually involved up until I joined zity.biz. She was the main reason that I signed on to here because I had this friend and I found out that she liked enemas, too. We were both surprised that we did like enemas and even more, we indulged in them for other than health reasons. She was at a point in her life, like I was, where things changed and we weren’t really in charge of how they changed. She was on her way to getting a colonoscopy and nervous about it and needed a friend to talk to, and I was lucky enough to be that friend.

Things between us changed when we opened up and she allowed me in to her thoughts while she did enemas to prep for the colonoscopy. I don’t know about anyone else, but talking on the phone to a woman and a friend you’ve always admired and respected, while she is in the process of having an enema is something so intimate. As an enema fan, and a guy, I could imagine what she looked like laying on her side and listening to her tell me at what point in her enema she was at right then. She was an attractive woman to begin with, but imagining her laying there, naked, with an enema bag above her hips, changed how I thought about her. A friend I once had no thoughts of in an intimate or sexual way, I now did.

Trina was absolutely right in saying that, I, and later Lora, did a lot of hand-wringing and soul-searching, and making excuses as to why we shouldn’t take it further. Trina said that it was obvious that Lora wanted something more because of the fact that she even went to my office and told me about her feelings about a very private matter. I tried to tell her that it was because we were friends, but I was cut off when Trina asked me what Lora was wearing, how close was she sitting, did she lean forward when she talked, did she touch my arm. She was wearing a dress, I’m a little hard of hearing, so, yeah, she sat close and she had always touched my arm. So?

I told her I was just trying to help her get past her anxiety about the colonoscopy and asked her if there was anything I could do to help. BOTH Trina and DD snickered when I said that and told me that if Lora hadn’t wanted to lead me down that path that she would have never brought the subject up and/or would have “ignored” my offer of keeping her company by the phone when she did her prep work. Those two are so fucking cynical. They know it all. Kids.

Then they BOTH pointed out the way I detailed how I could hear Lora’s preparation for the enemas, the sounds of her breathing, maybe the sound of her taking her clothes off, the rustling of the bed. Yep. I was turned on by those things. So? Trina said that that much detail, with a guy who has some trouble hearing, meant that Lora wanted me to hear what I heard. I’m a little puzzled and told both of those genius women that all that has been written about by BOTH me and Lora.

Those two said that I was seduced. Well, hell yeah! I knew that. No, I did not, according to them. I knew I had the right to remain silent, and neither DD nor Trina were being smart-asses about what they were trying to say. So, I did something really weird and I listened.

I answered questions from those two cousins. It is strange when someone, a different person with a different perspective, begins to ask you questions or make observations about what you think you already know.

Trina said that she had read that I was the first one to get an actual, “in person”, enema from Lora and that it was from a bulb. Yep. Who provided the bulb? She did. Where did the enema take place? At their grandmother’s old place. Who had fixed it up so that could happen? Lora.

I told them that the case for me being seduced was a little thin. Besides, seduce or seduction, implies that someone was being led astray, maybe being influenced or taken advantage of by the seducer, while the object was at a point of being influenced. I got a point for that one.

Lora didn’t seduce me. I was willing and I pulled down my jeans and skivvies for Lora to give me that first enema with my eyes wide open. She was the one other person on the entire planet who liked enemas, like me, and I was lucky that she was a friend and didn’t run screaming off into the night when I admitted I liked enemas to her.

Every single enema after that, every time we made love, or fucked, it was about our friendship. Yep. Lines sometimes got a little blurry, but our enemas did more than clean the shit out of our asses; it also cleaned the cobwebs out of our minds and hearts. Lora fell in love all over again with her husband and took her sexuality to the stars when she lost her girl/girl cherry to @gibby.

Lora opened my eyes and took a burden off of my shoulders when my fucking diabetes and age began to catch up with my tired raggedy ass. I began to experience some “failures” or “disappointments” even with her and was going to do the right thing and “bow out” so that she could spend more time with her “little circle” which consisted of her and Gibby and @Ms_Lila and their husbands.

Lora, literally, grabbed me by the balls and said, “Listen, dumb-ass, my pussy is my problem and my responsibility and my orgasms are on me to get. YOU, shit-for-brains, are the guy I want to be here when I am getting off so that you can watch my sweet sexy self do the funky-chicken.”

That’s when Lora realized she was an exhibitionist.

It was a relief to hear Lora say that. I had got the line from someone else that I wasn’t able to keep it up because I didn’t find them attractive anymore. How badly that made them feel. How victimized they felt at having all that “pent up feelings” with no way to “get theirs” and instead got out of bed while I felt like dog-shit.

Not Lora. Her philosophy was that she wanted me there when she got naked and fucked me. She had plenty of BOB’s, battery-operated-boyfriends, and I could help her use them. Play with her tits. Grab her ass. Kiss the back of her neck. Down her spine and onto her lower back. Up her sides of her hips and right back to her under boobs. Oh, yeah, if I got a hardon, then I could stick it wherever I wanted and get mine. If we both got ours, GREAT! It didn’t matter to her. She just wanted me there when she had exploded to give her that TLC in the afterglow.

Also, to keep her from falling off the bed with a toy in her twat, and having to go to the ER. She said that, just not maybe in those words.

Lora took the burden off me to be the one to be solely responsible for her orgasms. We both began to adapt and overcome my limitations. The little blue pill with lots of visual and tactile stimulation helped me keep Ol’ Woody in the game a lot longer. Writing about what we did or wanted to do to each other would get her hot and I benefited. The hotter you can get a woman before you get her clothes off, the less work you must do to get her over the top. You also get the credit for that, too!

Lora would also “suck start” me at times to get me up so that I could pound her ass or her pussy with my newly inflated dick. Sometimes, she would just continue to suck until I came in her mouth. I would tell her that wasn’t part of the plan. Her reply, “So sue me.”

We both began to explore the wonderful world of “cunnilingus.” The longer we were with each other, the more the fucking diabetes, (FD), started to interfere. My new motto, or fact of life, “Those who can, FUCK! Those who can’t, LICK!” I caught on to that shit pretty good. I was a pussy-eating SOB! My tongue wasn’t what we first started with, it was the PRT, pussy rubbing technique. I drove that woman out of her skull! Then we found some videos on some site, with Nina Hartley. She looked a little like Lora, so that helped, and she was a porn star, like Lora, and she knew her way around her pussy and other women’s pussies, too.

That’s when it really got good with Lora and me. I’d start out by firing that old girl up with some PRT and tongue along with some good old-fashioned enemas, and I’d have her screaming. Then, I would get some serious wood and make a “guest appearance” and we’d both be happy.

Lora was a fantastic woman and a friend for all times.

Lora was, and still is, THE reason I have it so lucky now. That is no shit and no sugar. I met Gibby through Lora. Gibby and I became friends because of her and we are friends to this day. Without Lora, I don’t think I would have met Gibby in real life. The lowly enema was, in all probability, the one common thread between us all. I think Gibby said that, “Enemas are the intimate stuff that bonds are made of.” Something like that.

Thankfully, seeing Lora becoming more and more happy, her marriage way on the mend, her little circle of friends, thriving, and I was no longer the target of assassination plots being considered by two other women here; Dahiana and Beth Anne. Oh, yeah.

I was a marked man. I think that DD and Beth Anne had a plan for busting a cap in my ass and providing the local flower shop with some compost material for some roses. Freezer. Wood chipper. Lots of bleach to clean the wood chipper. No real evidence.

I just had that feeling.

DD had done some reading here and gradually, I think she read about me and her Mom. She saw how her Mom seemed to blossom. So, I think DD would have put one right between my eyes and out of my misery before she fed me to Beth Anne’s wood chipper.

Beth Anne, she’s the cool one. Behind that cordiality and air of respectable caring and demeanor, is a pair of eyes under ginger hair that told me, “Yes, I could kill you. Must I? It’s your choice as to how this all transpires.”

Without Lora, I would not have Gibby in my life. Without Lora, Beth Anne would not be in my life. Without Lora, I would not have been grilled by her daughter, DD, or her niece, Trina, and made to see Lora in a different light.

Without Lora, I would not have started this thread or had the courage to reach out to some very special people here. A hardworking grandma with a heart of gold. A good woman married to a great guy who are so similar in their lives as Lora and I once were. They understood. Lora loved those two.

Lora touched a lot of lives. Lora may not have changed the whole world, but she made my world a better place to be. 🌹❤️