Perhaps a titillation for our enema-lovers in a personal incident.

Our love life still has passion but is slowing with age. 'Mike" is her name and very feminine is she. The Mike moniker stuck from childhood and on. Michelle is her formal name but 'Mike' is what she was and is called. Perhaps her father wanted a boy he never had and his frustration was reflected in the name nickname Mike.

Now - I'm the enema-hooked one. Not so Mike. And although Mike knows about my hang-up, that knowledge is only an intellectual one. She doesn't understand the emotional feelings that are engendered by the enema reference. Yes, she recognizes that there is some kind of a sex-enema connection for me but since she doesn't feel what I feel she remains essentially dumb about the whole enema situation. For instance, we (or rather I) hang our large red enema bag on the wall in the back of the shower. A couple of times she's tried to put it away in the cabinet under the sink but since it's our own personal bathroom, she's given up and 'Big Red' remains for me a still-life of subtle emotion. For Mike, however, it's nothing but an enema bag. Hah - an enema bag, indeed.

Yes - I've nicknamed her (like ships, enema bags are female-gendered) 'Big Red'. Just as girls give names to their dollies, I have personalized an inanimate object by giving it a name, and thereby, giving it life so to speak. Now Mike does give me enemas on occasion but I am very careful not to overdue that pleasure. I know that if I asked her to give me an enema whenever I really want one she would understand more clearly how abnormal the fetish has become to me. She might refuse me altogether, perhaps even insisting that I go to a psychiatrist to help my mental outlook. (Now that's a laugh - no true enema person wants to give up his hang-up - we're having too much fun with it.) So I take my enemas solo most of the time. But on that occasion, when I deem the time right, I suggest to Mike that we dust off Big Red because I could use a good clean-out.

Mike usually goes along because she makes an inner argument that it's for health reasons and not to feed my mania. Mike is really sexy and even more so when she holds Big Red high in only her panty hose and bra. (She partially undresses for fear she might get her outer clothes wet.) And as I lie on the bed watching her image in the mirror as well as seeing her sans reflection with bag-a-bulging as she asks whether I can feel the warm solution entering my innards, I often have physical manifestations which are well-noted by both of us. Mike makes light fun of my erection somehow understanding a little about my relationship between enema and sex. Whether Mike has connected the post-enema passionate love making to the pre-enema happening, I'm not sure.

Well - what about Mike and the enema? Yes - she does take an enema on occasion. Constipation, a hard bowel movement, a fluttery stomach, a bloated feeling - all of these might be cause for a request for an enema to be given to her by me. But it's a relatively rare request and the enema is only clinical. It relieves, it cleans the bowel system, it makes for a feeling of well-being but it's not sexual in any sense. It's just a medical procedure for Mike. At least, the enema for Mike is not that bugaboo that for so many is something to be dreaded. When Mike asks for a treatment from Big Red I can scarcely contain my inner joy.

Recently, Mike did ask for the services of Big Red - a tummyache of some kind and I, of course, was so ready to oblige. We finished our TV program as I sat on tenterhooks, not remembering at all what the program was about. My enjoyment was just 'looking forward'. I still get great joy at seeing Mike undress. I'm ever amazed at the sexiness of her body and that slow strip as she takes off her clothes one by one is still a powerful emotion for me. Since it was bedtime, I also peeled off intending to put on my PJ's then thought not. So both of us wore skin. I went to fill Big Red with warm but not hot water - warm enough for good feelings and pleasure even though Mike does not look at an enema in pleasurable terms. She placed our rubberized covering on the bed (Mike had bought it since once there was a little leakage or perhaps a little sloshing from the open top.)

She placed herself on the bed in the usual knee-chest position with her legs somewhat spread. I just stared at the wondrous sight and started to quiver with delight. Her anal opening beckoned and I advanced with that shiny black vaselined ebonite douche pipe for insertion. But I was in a highly charged sexual state. My erection was solid which lately has not always been the case. I wanted to enter Mike with my penis and not the douche pipe. But I felt I had a responsibility and thus dutifully inserted the proper nozzle. And I started the solution flowing but I was still in that agitated state. I just couldn't take it any more and stopped the flow. I hung Big Red on the light fixture. (I had previously fixed a hook on Big Red's hang-hole.) I turned away from Mike and falling on my back onto the bed I scrunched in between Mike's legs with my face looking at her tummy and kept squeezing up towards her breasts. She accommodated lovingly. Surprisingly she had sensed my sexual feelings and she too became tumescent. Mike lifted her chest and supported herself on her outstretched arms as I continued to scrunch, reaching her breasts which I started to suck in alternating order and then scrunching some more my penis met with her vagina. It was "love at first sight". And Mike began to sit on and insert my penis into her. She was hot. I was hot. Mike straightened up to sit on my penis and began to ride it. But she had already ingested a quarter of an enema and she hollered that she might not be able to hold it in until the completion of the lovemaking. I grabbed her buttocks and held them together as I helped her rise and lower with both of us hoping that Mike could retain the solution until post climax and a dash to the toilet. Well - the whole epic was delicious and most satisfying for us both. There was a little leakage but the rubber sheeting saved the day. And just to finish up, we did the full enema again (no lovemaking this time) with happy results.