They say, "Curiosity killed the cat." Thank someone, that I am not a cat. Nor am I a literary genius, spell check is my favorite feature on any text program. That being stated, for the record, mind you, I have a lovely little saucy tale to weave.

Upon my entering such a forbidding room, "Enemas 4 Health & Pleasure," I suddenly find my self drawn to someone that is actually in the same state that I reside in. Vanilla or not, I just had to say hi, and then it blooms into a wonderful conversation. We discuss the world of enema play, needless to say that I found it fascinating. And in this bold world, I determined that one of these days, I either had to pass or play. Guess what? I wanted to play. First meeting him, of course, for lunch, as he was passing through my little burg on business, needless to say I enjoyed it immensely with out the utterance of any little red bags.

So being on my buddy list, I sent him a message stating that I would be in his area in couple days for business myself and we set up some soft plans, exchanged numbers. I was in such a state when the fated evening arrived. I couldn't eat anything, I paced the hotel room, not a long walk, and flipped the channel changer up and down. (For the more elite…a remote control)

The phone rang, and I jumped 10 inches up and it was Bruce, wondering if I enjoyed my dinner and that he was headed to my location. As jumpy as I was, telling him I didn't eat for the anticipation, I got a mild lecture on eating and upon his arrival, he had brought me something to eat. He sat me down put dinner in front of me, poured me a drink and set about setting up for the evening. When he had finished circling about, he sat down and we talked a bit about what we were there together for…my first enema.

Bruce asked about my experience, which was nil, and explained a little bit what was involved. You may never meet such a patient and understanding person as Bruce, he let me ask my questions and helped me out with my long stuttering phrases and silences. I then excused myself to run a bath, as per a previous conversation, I wanted to shave and clean up a bit before hand. With the exciting and impending activities, I decided undressing in front of Bruce would be accepted…I started to disrobe and he requested the honor for himself…and with the most loving hug, he proceeded to slowly remove each article of clothing. He then followed my into the bathroom with both our drinks in his hand and watched me step then sit in the tub full of soothing warm water.

Bruce watched every stroke of the razor that passed up my legs and between. It was very erotic having him watch and comment on what I was doing, and was doing it mainly for him. I rinsed off, nice and smooth everywhere that counted, and he handed my towel to me and also helped me dry off. Semi-wrapped in the same towel, we proceeded to the bed. I took the towel and laid it out. Bruce instructed my to lay on my left side and get very comfortable, I could have purred at that point. He retreated to the bathroom with his bag that he retrieved and I could hear the water running, knowing it was running for me. I was quivering with anticipation that you would not believe. I look over my right shoulder and watch him carrying the bag and a few other items and lay them behind me on the bed. With fascination I watched him put on a latex glove and open a tube of lubricating cream, all the while explaining exactly what he is doing. He takes his left hand and gently touches my bottom, gingerly spreads my cheeks and with his gloved hand starts small circles on my anal opening.

I felt like I was on fire, it felt so good. Then I felt him give a little pressure and he slipped his finger into my rectum, pushing and probing, spreading the now warm cream in my wanton bottom. I think I did purr at that moment, but as all these sensations where rushing through me, I felt his finger leave me, and looking over my shoulder again, I watched as he creamed up the nozzle he planned to use. As I looked away, I felt the nozzle, cold and hard, yet slippery push on my anus and then was in. I buried my face in the pillow with a little gasp, and heard him say, he was going to release the water.

Warmth filled my bowels and then I felt a finger teasing me where I had shaved such a short time ago. As the water flowed in, the wetter I became and his teasing increased my every awareness and feeling as he continued. Bruce's soft utterances of pleasure and comments of my reaction fueled my demands and my position wiggling at the tip of his fingers and nozzle. When the bag emptied, he removed the nozzle and continued to tease me, I thought I was going to explode with sensations. But then it hit me, I rushed to the bathroom to expel my first enema, sitting there, replaying all what had occurred.

Coming back into the room, an inviting hug and a most delicious kiss greeted me along with questions of my well being. And I was then informed that I was to have a second enema. Assuming the now familiar position on my left side, Bruce, once again went to fill the bag. And again I watched his preparations over my right shoulder, feeling his finger invading my bottom, wiggling on it, wishing and hoping for more. Yet again the cold, hard slippery nozzle finding its place, a second rush of warm, soothing water running inside me, filling me up just a bit more this time. His free hand now roaming freely between my legs, rubbing my moisture everywhere, spreading it, wherever he wished.

And the bag empty once more, removing the nozzle, Bruce rolls me over on my back, still gently fingering me, softly asked me if he can taste me. All I can do is say, "Please, yes please do." And then I feel his tongue and it's like an electric shock goes through me. I want to hold out as long as I can at this point, but the second enema wants its release, and I have to rush once again to the privacy of the bathroom. I return to the bedroom charged, Bruce takes me in his arms and puts me back on the bed, then I once again feel his tongue, then the invading finger in my bottom and another finding that sweet spot where all that sweet moisture is coming from that he is lapping up. I arched my back so high in such an intense orgasm, the strongest and longest that I had all evening. It was such a release. Then as I relaxed, Bruce kissed his way up to my face and laid beside me and thanked me for the chance to be with me. We laid side by side for a bit talking and cuddling, I have never felt so pampered and pleased before.

As he got up, tried to tuck me in, but I wanted to see him out…I kissed him and gave him a hug and told him what a giving man he was. After he left, I curled up and dreamt about what other first I had in store.