Some fiction from Christine Trexler

When we last saw Kim, she had just returned home on a snowy winter day. The roads were bad, her employer had let everyone go early, and she was cold and wet. Her room mate, Julie had also come home early, also had had a bad day and was determined to relax by giving herself an enema and then going to sit in the hot tub out on the deck

When Kim got home she found her room mate, Julie, in the bathroom preparing to give herself a nice warm enema to help her relax from the awful day that she'd had battling heavy traffic in a snowstorm and contending with difficult situations at work. While it wasn't particularly odd for Kim to find Julie doing such a thing, what was unusual was that Julie had put some Mozart on the CD, poured herself a glass of wine, lit some candles in the bathroom and turned down the lights. After a brief discussion, Kim learned that Julie later also planned to soak out her stress in the hot tub. All of this was too much for Kim, who immediately decided she'd also give herself a nice enema and then join Julie for a long soak.

Kim went to her own bedroom and sat down on the edge of her bed to take off her good leather boots. As she unzipped them she could see that the slush had penetrated the soles and it would take days to dry them out. Even worse, the salt had badly stained the toes and heels. As an aside, she thought that a pair of rubber wellies like Julie had might be just the right idea and recalled seeing a pair in one of the many catalogs that came to the apartment. When she took off her wool pants, she noted that the bottoms of the pants legs were also wet and smelled like an old sheepdog that had been out in the rain. It was just something else annoying about this day. She went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine just like Julie had done, got a couple of candles and went back to the bathroom, She lit the candles, turned off the light and took a sip of the wine.

Upon returning to her bedroom, she unbuttoned and removed the blue cotton button-down blouse she'd worn to work and then unfastened, slipped her white demi-cup brassiere, slipped her breasts out of its cups and put on an old Ratskeller T-shirt that was a leftover from her college days. She looked in the mirror and admitted that she didn't have a terrific body, but it was attractive enough and none of her boyfriends had ever complained. As soon as she peeled off her pantyhose, Kim headed for the bathroom where she retrieved her pastel blue fountain syringe from under the sink.

"Julie's right. A nice warm enema will be just the thing to do on an afternoon like this," she thought to herself as she ran the water to bring it up to temperature. "But who'd ever have thought that I would have become so enthusiastic to take one by candlelight? I used to hate these things."

"It would happen just so fast," she said to herself just as she realized that the water at the faucet was just the right temperature to her touch. Kim attached the hose to the bottom of the bag, added a packet of Lakeside castile enema soap that Julie had brought home from the office, and filled the bag with warm water. She felt the excitement and anticipation grow within her. As she hung the bag from the towel rack, her mind drifted back to more scenes of her childhood.

"Those didn't happen so quickly," she thought to herself as she spread some towels in the bottom of her bathtub, slipped off her thong and lubed the while plastic nozzle. She laid down on the towels, put her feet up on the edge of the tub with her legs slightly bent and gently inserted the nozzle feeling that she realized that she just loved. Once she opened the clamp, the enema started to flow into her and she could feel its warmth on her insides and in a way it was very pleasant.

"I didn't think it was so pleasant back then though," she recalled. She used to almost scream, "Mommy, that's enough! That's enough!" It didn't make any difference because her mom would always be the judge of what was enough and would tell Kim, "If you don't get enough, it won't work and then I'll have to give you another one." That argument usually worked and Kim would settle down.

"It seemed like she was giving me gallons," Kim thought as her own enema continued. She moved her right hand down to that most sensitive of spots between her legs and in moments her breathing quickened and her eyes shut.

What she knew at that younger age was that enemas weren't her favorite thing to do and anything she could do to avoid one was a good idea. A pint or so of warm, soapy water sloshing around inside of a ten year old just naturally wanted to come out, but her mother wouldn't let that occur until she thought it had done its job. Just to make certain that that happened, she kept Kim across her lap with the nozzle still inserted despite the clamp having been shut.

"Oh, how I hated that cramping. I used to think that I was about to explode if she didn't let me go sit on the toilet!" But finally when her mother let her do so, the enema always did what it was intended too empty her out very well. By the time she was eighteen, her mother only gave her a couple of enemas, but by then she'd matured to the point where she wouldn't put up a fuss about one either. For a teen, however, there was so much embarrassment that she wanted to die whenever it was enema time.

Today, however, Kim was taking a nice slow enema and enjoying every second of it. The blue fountain syringe was another gift that Julie had brought home from work for her. When they first roomed together, she had sort of recalled Julie's interests because they had both been influenced by one of their sorority sisters, Steph, during college. When they learned that they'd both be working in the same city and agreed to share the apartment, the normal conversation came around to what they each were doing for their new jobs. When Julie told about hers, Kim nearly died, but as time went on Julie just talked about what she was doing in a very matter-of-fact manner. It was a couple of weeks later that Julie had come home with a couple of product samples that had to be tried out and had asked Kim if she wanted to give it a try.

Kim briefly ended the flashback when she realized that she now desperately had to expel today's enema. After shutting the clamp and removing the nozzle she got up out of the tub and sat on the toilet. Not having gone for a couple of days, the first expelling was large and solid. It landed with a distinct splash that embarrassed Kim even though she was alone in the bathroom. This was followed by smaller solid pieces and completed with lots of dirty, soapy enema water. She knew from experience that she wasn't yet finished, so her mind went back to the daydreams.

She remembered the first attempt at giving herself an enema. She wasn't so successful because she panicked and got up to expel immediately after taking less than a pint. But that was when she'd first acquired the blue fountain syringe and over the months had learned the technique to the point where even though she was petite, she could take a full two quarts with no problem. Moreover, she learned that an enema was really sort of a pleasant experience and had grown to both look forward to and enjoy them.

"If Mom could only see me now," she thought as she looked over at the empty blue enema bag with its white hose and nozzle haphazardly coiled on the edge of the bathtub. Then as she knew would happen, a cramp hit her and she expelled matter that must have been pretty far up inside of her. Or at least that's how it seemed.

Over the past few months that enema bag had been put to good use. Julie explained how she'd been introduced to enemas back in the sorority house when one of the sisters suggested a small enema instead of a laxative for dealing with PMS. Kim didn't accept that idea at first, but then one month was suffering pretty badly so she had tried it a day or two before her period arrived. Much to her surprise it seemed to work, so she tried it the following month. It worked again. Now at the very least she knows that she'll have at least one enema every month.

After her cleaning out today with all the musings of earlier times, Kim remembered that Julie had also just started to give herself an enema and that the two were going to sit out in the hot tub during the snow storm and just further soothe their tensions away. Kim rinsed out the bag and hung it from the shower-head to dry.

Kim wrapped a towel around her waist.. She then headed for the hot tub, but at the last minute remembered that she needed to refill the wine. She poured more into her glass, but then thought, "What the heck, I'll bring the whole bottle."

Arriving at the hot tub, she refilled Julie's glass. Then she dropped the towel and started to slide her body into the warm water. Julie liked the tub much warmer than she did and Kim found it just a bit challenging to get in past her crotch. Once passing that line, the next challenge was another sensitive part, her nipples, and she was glad that she'd kept the T-shirt on as she acclimated to the temperature of the water. After a minute of tenuousness, she slipped her body, T-shirt and all, all the way into the tub.

After a toast with Julie to the benefits of a cleaning out for relaxation, Kim put her head back on the edge of the tub and let the warmth of the water cradle and soothe every part of her body. As she looked up, large snowflakes drifted down, one landing on the tip of her nose. Then she flashed back for just one last time on this snowy afternoon.

"After expelling one of Mom's enemas I usually went to bed. We didn't have a hot tub, but this might be just a little touch of heaven on such an otherwise rotten day. As for enemas, I can't say I never had an enema that I didn't like, although I can say that I never had an enema that didn't work." A smile came to Kim's face. She looked over at Julie and saw that she was smiling, too.