This is my true story as best as I can recall [/b]

My first recollection of seeing someone get an enema was when I was 7 or 8. My younger brother would often be given an enema over mom's knee. I remember him crying and screaming as mom would fill the bulb and proceed to fill his rear.

I don't remember mom ever giving me an enema, but I do remember experimenting in the bathroom. To this day I don't know why I tried the enema bulb on myself, but I do remember wanting to rub my penis when it was inside me. I eventually started experimenting with mom's douche bag that she would leave hanging in the bathroom. It always left me with a very unique but delightful feeling that I didn't fully understand until years later.

While growing up, I thought my desire for enemas were weird. This would sometimes make me depressed. One day (I think I was 19) while using a public restroom, I discovered that someone had left a girly magazine in the stall. Being curious I began to turn the pages and came across an article titled "The House of "E"". The picture on the page was of a large douche bag with lots of tubes going everywhere. As I remember, it was a story of a woman that purchased a pleasurable enema service from this "House of "E" ". The woman became very excited sexually during the enema. At last I knew that I wasn't weird. Someone else also liked enemas!

As an adult I discovered an enema service called Sherema (Sherry's enema) in Los Angeles. This would have been about 1979 or 1980. I was delightfully surprised that there was actually a real business that provided an enema service.

It took me several weeks to get up the courage to call Sherema. I was very embarrassed. I remember asking how much their "service" was. (I couldn't say the word "enema", it was too embarrassing} The nice lady gave me a price range that day. It took me a couple of months to save the money. After I had saved up enough money, it took me several more weeks to get up enough courage to call for an appointment.

It was about a 2 hour drive to get to the address on Van Nuys Blvd from where I lived. I remember my heart beating faster than normal the entire drive over there. When I arrived I found a professional looking office. You would have thought it was a dentist office except that you had to ring a bell to enter. After entering the receptionist asked what I was here for. I said I was here for my appointment. She continued to ask me questions until I was forced to say the "enema" word. It was embarrassing and exciting at the same time to tell this beautiful receptionist that I was there for an enema. After filling out a medical questionnaire I was handed a menu. I couldn't believe it. I was actually here and now I had to decide what my "treatment" would be. As I recall, the menu looked something like:

1) Soap and rinse enema

2) Get an enema and then give an enema to your nurse

3) Get an enema and a prostate massage

4) Get an enema in our dungeon

There were many other options that I can no longer recall after all these years.

Anyway, after deciding on treatment #1, I was given a tour of the facility. There were 3 different rooms as well as an equipment room and a dungeon. I chose the medical treatment room.

The receptionist said that the nurse would be right with me and left the room. The room looked almost exactly like a doctor's exam room complete with an examination table.

Several minutes later the nurse arrived. She asked me when my last enema was. I told her it had been a few months ago. I couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked in her white nurse's uniform that was unbuttoned just enough to show here beautiful large breasts. The nurse told me to undress and that she would be right back.

I then removed my shoes and my pants, but left on my underwear. When she returned she didn't have any enema gear. She informed me that I'd have to remove my underwear and left the room for the second time. After removing my underwear, she returned minutes later. She seemed happy that I was finally undressed. After looking at me she made the remark "nice equipment" and left the room for the third time. My heart was beating even faster now and I couldn't decide if I was more embarrassed or excited about what was going to happen next.

The equipment she returned with consisted of a 4 quart container attached to a rolling IV cart. The nozzle was larger and longer than a typical enema nozzle you would purchase in a drug store. She then asked me what position I would like to use. I told her I'd like to lie on my stomach and proceeded to climb on the table. By now I was slightly quivering with nervous excitement. The thought of a beautiful sexy nurse probing my behind was making me breath heavy. Spreading my cheeks she told me that she was going to get "fresh" with me. Slowly she penetrated me with what I thought was the enema nozzle, but turned out to be her finger which she proceeded to moved around inside me for several seconds. Next she took the nozzle and again very gently pushed it against my anus until it slowly started to penetrate, working it slowly deeper inside me. "Are you ok?" she asked. I answered "yes" and she then released the clamp.

As the water started to flow the nurse gently caressed my quivering buns which caused me to relax and enjoy the warmth of the water penetrating me. I had never felt so good. The stimulation was better than I had ever had. As the pressure built up inside me, so did my sexual arousal. When I thought I couldn't possibly hold any more the nurse said I had taken all 4 quarts. She asked if I had ever taken 4 quarts before and I said no. I had only taken 2 quarts previously. Removing the nozzle she left the room to give me privacy.

Sitting on the toilet I exploded into the most intense sexual orgasm I have ever experienced.

15 minutes later the nurse returned with a "rinse" enema and we started the procedure all over again. That was a day I will never forget.