I had placed an ad at a popular enema site on the internet. This had

been done on a whim, and being a down-to-earth, practical person, really

didn’t expect a response. Gee, but I was sure surprised, about a week

after I placed the ad, the following email was in my in-box:

From: lolita@wahoo.net

To: qlm@hotpost.com

Subj: Your search for

an enemate.

Hi. I’m a 40-year-old Hispanic female who enjoys giving and receiving

enemas. I saw your ad in the “Enemate Friends” site, and saw where you

are located near me. I recently moved here and would like to establish a

friendship with others who are like-minded.

If you are still seeking an enema partner, contact me, so we may

initiate a discussion.

Looking forward to your reply,

From: qlm@hotpost.com

To: lolita@wahoo.net

Subj: Re: Your search

for an enemate.

Lolita:

You wrote:

>Hi. I’m a 40-year-old Hispanic female who enjoys giving and >receiving

enemas.

Pleased to meet you, Lolita. Is that your real name?

>I saw your ad in the “Enemate Friends site, and read that you are

>located near me. I recently moved here and would like to establish a

>friendship with others who are like-minded.

Wonderful! This is a great town!

>If you are still seeking an enema partner, contact me, so we may

>initiate a discussion.

I am definitely seeking an enema partner; Let me tell you a bit about

myself: I was introduced to enemas as a child, as, I gather, most people

are. I had a Nanny who administered them to me, purely for therapeutic

reasons. She was gentle and loving when she treated me for constipation.

I invariably complained about having to have enemas, because, to my

mind, being invaded in the rear was not a thing “big boys” should take

lightly. But I secretly enjoyed my enemas. Then, when I reached puberty,

experiencing an erection for the first time during an enema session, my

nanny saw that I was sexually aroused, and thereafter stopped giving me

enemas. From that point on, during my teen years the only enemas I had

were self-administered.

I married a lady who had some basic medical training, and she gave me a

few enemas, again strictly for curative purposes, and I could tell she

derived no enjoyment from giving them to me, so I didn’t push the issue.

I was divorced after my kids were grown, and was single for about three

years. I dated a number of ladies and had some great sex, but my enema

fantasies were invariably rebuffed.

Finally, I resigned myself to remaining a closet enema fan, and married

a nice lady who was otherwise quite compatible. Shortly after our

wedding, my wife fell ill with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, coupled with

fibromyalgia. They are terrible diseases, which still puzzle the medical

profession. My wife is now under strict medication which does a lot to

control her condition and which helps her lead a “normal” life, for the

most part.

Unfortunately, these miracle drugs have one really bad side effect: Her

sex drive is now non-existent. This really upsets her more than it does

me, as I’m happy that she can function in a near-normal fashion in all

other respects. But, occasionally, I am “treated” to a session in bed,

during which we both perform mechanically. She because she derives

little enjoyment, due to the medication, me because I don’t want to hurt

her feelings, but being aware that she feels no excitement, feel little

myself.

So here I am, sneaking my enemas and masturbating, fantasizing for the

enjoyment.

I would like nothing better than to meet someone who understands my

problem, and who will set aside the fact that I am married, and who will

provide friendship and sharing of this wonderful activity without

emotional attachment.

If you choose not to reply to this message, Lolita, I will not hold it

against you.

-=QLM=-

Days passed with no reply, and I figured that I had scared “Lolita”

away. The short period of high spirits waned quickly into a state of

depression.

Then, about two weeks after my last missive, I was surprised when I went

to check my in-box. It was a message from “Lolita”:

From: lolita@wahoo.net

To: qlm@hotpost.com

Subj: Re: Re: Your

search for an enemate.

Dear “QLM”:

I read your last message a number of times, and did a lot of

soul-searching before writing this.

I am a Registered Nurse, and being such, was able to do some in-depth

research into your wife’s condition, thus verifying what you told me

about her medication, and eliminating the possibility that you might

have been lying to gain favor. I apologize for being suspicious, but I

hope you understand that, as a single woman in a new community, I must

be careful in my personal doings.

My heart goes out to you and to your wife. Her condition is indeed

terrible, not only as it affects her, but in the way you too are

affected.

I would like to pursue a friendship with you, under the conditions you

have set. If you are still willing, I look forward to your reply.

“Lolita” (BTW: My name is Dolores)

I could hardly contain my excitement as I read Dolores’s message several

times. Naturally, I immediately replied, as follows:

From: qlm@hotpost.com

To: lolita@wahoo.net

Subj: Re: Re: Re: Your

search for an enemate.

Lolita:

You wrote:

>Dear “QLM”:

>I read your last message a number of times, and did a lot of

soul->searching before writing this.

That’s understandable.

>I am a Registered Nurse, and being such, was able to do some in->depth

research into your wife’s condition, thus verifying what you >told me

about her medication, and eliminating the possibility that >you might

have been lying to gain favor. I apologize for being >suspicious, but I

hope you understand that, as a single woman in a >new community, I must

be careful in my personal doings.

There is no need to explain.

>My heart goes out to you and to your wife. Her condition is indeed

>terrible, not only as it affects her, but in the way you too are

>affected.

I am indeed lucky that we have connected, and that you are as

understanding and compassionate as you are.

>I would like to pursue a friendship with you, under the conditions >you

have set. If you are still willing, I look forward to your reply.

I am definitely still willing!

>”Lolita” (BTW: My name is Dolores)

Pleased to meet you, Dolores; my name is Nicholas, but my friends call

me Nick.

I gather that, as a trained nurse, you are well versed in enema

administering skills. Let me remind you that, as I mentioned in my

original ad, my skills are limited to self-administration, and that I

sought someone who was willing to teach me how to do it in a gentle and

satisfying manner. Are you willing to do this?

But tell me more about yourself: Where are you originally from? When did

you begin enjoying enemas?

Looking forward to your reply...

-=Nick=-

The very next day after I sent the above, I received a reply. It read as

follows:

From: lolita@wahoo.net

To: qlm@hotpost.com

Subj: Re: Re: Re: Re:

Your search for an enemate.

Nick:

You wrote:

>>Dear “QLM”:

>>I read your last message a number of times, and did a lot of

soul-searching before writing this.

>That’s understandable.

I knew YOU would understand.

>>I am a Registered Nurse, and being such, was able to do some

in->>depth research into your wife’s condition, thus verifying what you

>>told me about her medication, and eliminating the possibility that

>>you might have been lying to gain favor. I apologize for being

>>suspicious, but I hope you understand that, as a single woman in >>a

new community, I must be careful in my personal doings.

>There is no need to explain.

Thanks for seeing it from my point of view.

>>My heart goes out to you and to your wife. Her condition is indeed

>>terrible, not only as it affects her, but in the way you too are

>>affected.

>I am indeed lucky that we have connected, and that you are as

>understanding and compassionate as you are.

I guess you could say it comes with the territory. ;-)

>>I would like to pursue a friendship with you, under the conditions

>>you have set. If you are still willing, I look forward to your reply.

>I am definitely still willing!

Good! Maybe we can stop this email stuff and set up a face to face

meeting soon.

>>”Lolita” (BTW: My name is Dolores)

>Pleased to meet you, Dolores; my name is Nicholas, but my friends >call

me Nick.

Hi, Nick!

>I gather that, as a trained nurse, you are well versed in enema

>administering skills.

Having been in nursing for over 20 years, (including school) I have

developed extensive experience with giving enemas.

>Let me remind you that, as I mentioned in my original ad, my skills

>are limited to self-administration, and that I sought someone who >was

willing to teach me how to do it in a gentle and satisfying >manner. Are

you willing to do this?

I have been thinking about that, and I think I’ve worked out a good,

mutually satisfying solution.

>But tell me more about yourself: Where are you originally from? >When

did you begin enjoying enemas?

I am originally from East Los Angeles, born of Mexican immigrant

parents. I went to nursing school at UCLA Medical Center.

My first enema experiences, like yours, were during my childhood, at the

gentle hands of my mother. During the early days, enemas did not excite

me, though I was made to understand that they were of benefit,

health-wise.

I was twelve years old when I had my first period, and my body’s

hormones began to function like a woman’s. It was then that I began to

enjoy the stimulation of my anus and rectum as a result of the insertion

of a nozzle, and by the flow of warm fluids into my insides. It was also

during that time that I learned about douches, and I also enjoyed them.

It should not come as a surprise to you that, therefore, during my teen

years, I spent a great deal of time stimulating myself “for the sake of

health and cleanliness”.

It was during my nurse’s training that I administered an enema for the

first time to someone other than myself. We used plain saline solution

on fellow nursing students, under the tutelage of a qualified

instructor. It was all very impersonal and clinical, but we learned.

I had a female classmate who was raised in the same part of L.A as

myself, who first confessed that she enjoyed being on the receiving end

of an enema. I was relieved to know that I was not alone in my secret

love of enemas. Thus, Luisa, my friend, and I became enema partners

while we attended school. Alas, however, all good things come to an end,

and we graduated. Luisa chose to remain in California while I relocated

to a small but burgeoning community in central Texas, and went to work

at a prestigious medical center there.

I married an engineer who worked at a military base nearby; he was very

talented, and a hard worker. But his approach to sex was very

conservative, almost to the point of being puritanical. Then, after

years of unsuccessfully trying to have children, medical investigation

revealed that I am unable to conceive. My husband wanted children but

adoption was out of the question for him. He wanted the children to be

his, biologically. Since I did not qualify to mother his children, he

dismissed me with a divorce.

I took a new position at another well-known hospital in Minnesota and

there remained for eleven years. I recently transferred to their clinic

here in town.

During all my years since nursing school was over, I never had an enema

partner, and enjoyed self-administration as I had while a young teen. I

have dated many men and have enjoyed sex with some of them, but enemas

have never played a part in my relationships. Until now, soon, I hope.

>Looking forward to your reply...

There you have it, in a nutshell, Nick. I believe it's time for a

face-to-face meeting. I work the evening shift, but am off all day on

weekends. When would be a good time for you?

Dolores (but you may call me Lolita)

The fact that Lolita worked evenings was good, in a sense, because I

preferred to stay home during those hours. Being a consultant gave me a

flexible time schedule, so I didn't have a problem scheduling our first

meet:

From: qlm@hotpost.com

To: lolita@wahoo.net

Subj: Can we meet?

Lolita:

You wrote:

>There you have it, in a nutshell, Nick.

Thanks. I see now that your life hasn’t been easy.

>I believe it’s time for a face-to-face meeting. I work the evening

shift, >but am off all day on weekends. When would be a good time for

>you?

Maybe we could have lunch together on Monday. O’Casey’s has some great

corned beef sandwiches. You know where it is? Say noon straight up? Call

me Monday morning to confirm. My cell phone number is: 978-4323.

-=Nick=-

That was sent on a Saturday night. I had the rest of that night and all

of Sunday to dream and anticipate. I did find the time to take a

leisurely enema while my wife was gone to church. I had begged off,

saying I wasn’t feeling up to it.

But Monday came soon enough, and as I battled morning traffic, my cell

phone pealed its electronic trill.

“Hello?”

“Nick?” It was a husky, well-modulated feminine voice. It had to be her.

“Yes?”

“This is Lolita. I called to confirm our lunch together.”

“Yes! So you can make it?” I queried.

“We’ll be there at noon. But I don’t know what you look like.” came her

voice.

“Oops! I forgot to tell you. Well, I’m male,” I quipped, “I’m five feet

eleven inches tall, about 180, blue-eyed, wear glasses, have greying

black long hair pulled back into a queue.”

“Queue?”

“A pony tail!”

“Aah! O.K... What will you be wearing?”

“Gray slacks and a blue blazer. You?”

“A red tank top and a black maxi.”

“O.K. So O’Casey’s at noon it is...”

“See you there! Bye!”

“See you!” I shut down the cell phone.

I still had a few miles to travel to my morning appointment and to think

of things to come, and then it came to me.

“She said ‘WE’LL be there’.... WE as in more than one person! I wonder

what’s going on.”

My thoughts spun. I thought about using the call-back feature on my

phone, but thought better of it, and decided to see for myself.