I came out and admitted I like enemas.

I think my first experience with something in my rectum was the rectal thermometer. I had to be pretty young because I barely remember the first time and it was taken by my Mother. I remember her shaking it and then putting Vaseline on it before she put me over her lap and inserted it into me. She always warned me to hold still and not fight it, because that first time I remember, I was pretty scared and didn't know what to expect. My mother had to restrain me a little that first time and probably got the idea I was going to be a fighter whenever she felt like she needed to check my temperature.

After the first time she should have figured out that I wasn't going to fight it. But she always warned me not to fight it and that it could break and I would really be in trouble. For some reason I didn't tell her that after the first time, I liked getting my temperature taken. It was that I just got the feeling that it wasn't right that I should like it and she expected resistance. I didn't want to disappoint her but I never really understood. I do remember her saying to me one time when I didn't put up the fight she was expecting, "You must really be sick. You aren't fighting this." Well, Mom, you told me not to.

Somewhere along the line, she became concerned with the number of bowel movements I had. She would ask my grandmother about this and my grandmother told her that no one should go three days without a bowel movement. And grandmother told her that if I didn't have a bowel movement by then, that I needed some castor oil at least. Now, THAT, I fought! There was no halfway liking that stuff. I fought that pretty hard and that is when grandmother told Mom to give me an enema, just like she used to do with her.

Again, I got the feeling that I wasn't supposed to like enemas because of my mother's approach to me when she felt like I needed one. It felt bigger than the thermometer and the water going into me tooks some getting used to, but mom was gentle and never rushed them. So, yes, I liked them and only acted like I was being killed or something. Why? Because I got the idea I wasn't supposed to like them.

I figured out that I mainly liked my enemas because of the nozzle being put into my rectum. Enemas were a little hard to give myself because of all of the things needed for them. There would be too many questions and I hadn't figured out how to be that sneaky to give them to myself. But I sure could sneak a pencil, or Sharpie, crayon, or something up my butt and not draw too much attention.

It felt good and yet, for some reason, I got the idea that I wasn't supposed to like that. That put me in the closet and people's reaction to the word "enema" kept me there for years to come. No one knew, not even my wife/best friend.

@Silent I see that this is your second post and I liked it. 🌹 I am assuming that there is more to this story because of the title and yet you did not admit to anyone that you liked enemas. Unless 😕 you are talking about admitting to yourself that you liked them. Was that the case?

Somewhere along the line, she became concerned with the number of bowel movements I had. She would ask my grandmother about this and my grandmother told her that no one should go three days without a bowel movement. And grandmother told her that if I didn't have a bowel movement by then, that I needed some castor oil at least. Now, THAT, I fought! There was no halfway liking that stuff. I fought that pretty hard and that is when grandmother told Mom to give me an enema, just like she used to do with her.

Do you know whether your Mother received many enemas from your Grandmother when she was growing up? Did your Mother ever tell you about her experiences with enemas when she was growing up? And what made you think you were not supposed to like enemas?

As I said, this is a good start, and if I might suggest something, it would be to make this thread your main thread to write about your own experiences. It will help others get to know you better.

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Ms Lila, thank you for your response and liking my post.

I am going to make this my main topic where I write about my own experiences. I've been reading a lot of things here and I've seen what you suggested about keeping things in one post in other places here. Depending on whether people keep reading this will determine whether I spill my guts to everyone about who I am and what I like.

I'm not real sure if my grandmother gave my mom many enemas or not. I haven't asked her but when she gave me my first enema, mom had everything she needed and it wasn't her first rodeo when it came to an enema. I really think that mom had her fair share of enemas when she was growing up. As a matter of fact while I am thinking about it, when I was hooked on enemas and sneaking them, there was some enema bags that mom kept hidden, or out of sight, in the towel closet. It wasn't what she used on me and so I just figured it was for her.

To answer your question, no I did not have to admit to myself I liked enemas. I just did but I wasn't going to tell anyone, not even, or maybe especially, my wife. All you would have to do was watch someone mention the word enema and then look at all the people making faces at the thought. I saw that even as a kid and no way as I going to tell someone.

Do you think your mother liked giving you enemas or taking your temperature rectally? Was there any talk about enemas even if you weren't going to get one?

Was there a lot of 'ceremony' around your being given an enema? And also was your Mom the only one to give you enemas and take your temperature?

And just as a suggestion @Silent if you put an @ sign in front of the name of the person you want to address in a post, it will turn it into a link and you can go to their wall. 😃 It's just a suggestion.

@Ms_Lila thanks for the tip about the name. I noticed that when I did that, there was a drop down list of names to choose from so I got the right one. Thanks.

I don't really know if mom liked giving me an enema. She wasn't mean or short tempered about it when it was time for her to give me one. She always tried to be cheerful so that I wouldn't fight or resist, but I think she looked at it more as a job or duty to make me get well faster.

I don't think she dreaded it, though. And it was not that bad when she thought she was distracting me from the enema she was giving me. Some of the best talks we had were when she was giving me the enema. I think her talking about going to a movie while she gave me the enema was supposed to keep my mind off of it. She always seemed cheerful but I don't know that that would count as her liking the process.

@Silent I look forward to following this post and seeing what you have to say and where you take this. 🌹 I will be interested to learn about when you 'came out and admitted' that you like enemas. 😃

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@Ms_Lila, I will add to this as time permits. But there is a lot to read in other places, so it might take some time.

But I sure could sneak pencil, or Sharpie, crayon, or something up my butt and not draw to much attention.

@Silent ... you had me at the word ... pencil ... 🌹 😁

That's how I started out and I've been into enemas and just about anything anal for a long time. I'm going to follow this post ... and I hope you will have a lot more to say on how you and your wife are working through your admitting that you like enemas. Of course ... I am assuming that you have admitted that to your wife. 🙄

Good luck with your posts ... and it will be interesting to see what you have to say. 🌹

"Of course ... I am assuming that you have admitted that to your wife."

@gibby yes I have admitted that I like enemas to my wife, but I was going to get to that a little later. There was a lot of things I had to go through before I got up the courage to tell her. Some of the medical things I had to go through helped me have an excuse to tell her, and some of that had to do with my surgeries and the medications that really slowed me down. As I posted earlier a doctor had prescribed an occasional enema for me to help and they were those little Fleets enemas.

I really don't like those but they were an ice breaker to start getting her to think about them. She was and is very supportive of me and always has been, but things were building up inside of me and I used those little Fleets enemas to get my foot in the door as to how to break it to her. I may not be able to write about how it all came down to me getting up the courage to tell her because it seems so convoluted and I made it a lot harder than it had to be.

That's hindsight though.

I may not be able to write about how it all came down to me getting up the courage to tell her because it seems so convoluted and I made it a lot harder than it had to be.

@Silent ... I know. You hear it all of the time ... 'just tell them what you like or want' ... but you have to know what you like or want in the first place. Then you have to ask ... do I want her or him to know I like it or keep it to myself and enjoy it as ... me ... time. It isn't that easy ... especially with enemas and the way people look like they have such a revulsion to them ... or that they are too good or decent to ever consider ... that. 😮

I was my own worst enemy for not letting my husband know what I wanted ... or how I felt about our sex life. Live and learn. 😮

I am going to make this my main topic where I write about my own experiences. I've been reading a lot of things here and I've seen what you suggested about keeping things in one post in other places here. Depending on whether people keep reading this will determine whether I spill my guts to everyone about who I am and what I like.

@Silent

The line I highlighted just had me chuckle. Isn't spilling your guts are what enemas are all about. Yes, I know you meant it differently, but there is subtle enema humor there. As someone who didn't know until somewhere around age 13 or 14 that there was a word for that thing that I really liked to do when I was in the shower, the word enema tends to have an effect on just about everyone but not in the same way. For those of us who like them (know that we do and are willing to admit to, at least, ourselves) there is a remarkable commonality to what got us started and the sensations we enjoyed that got us to where we are today as adults.

Welcome to Zity. You'll get a sense of who we are here through what we write. Please feel free to ask questions either in the threads or through the messaging system. Most are willing to be quite helpful. BTW, the rules, an FAQ, and a few other convenient links are always available at the bottom of each page.

ER (Enema Runner)

I've been looking around this place and I was going to tell you about my "life story" and how I got to liking enemas, kept them a secret, and then opened up to my wife about them. But this has been done and done better than I probably could. I've read other blogs or posts where the people, mostly by a guy, has been keeping his enemas secret from the world, not having someone to share them with, and feeling like a freak. I don't think I can add anything to that so I will skip all of that gut wrenching angst I went through.

My wife knows about my enemas. I didn't come out and volunteer this information to her because she "came in after me" and didn't back off or back down. I've got "issues" I've been dealing with since 2004 and my wife has been described by her Mom as being as tactful as a meat-axe. I can tell you that my wife probably got that from her Mom. Those two looked a lot like each other and my wife came by her tact, or lack of tact, honestly. When I knew my wife back in school, we grew up together, basically, it wasn't her Dad that I had to worry about. It was her Mom and how she would look at me and she gave me the impression that she was deciding on whether or not she would someday have to kill me or keep me. That started back in 3rd Grade.

My wife may not have a lot of tact and sometimes if she thinks I am going into the "darkness", as she calls it, she will sidle up to me and make me look into her eyes and softly, and sweetly ask, "What's on your fucking mind, Babe?" I may not want to tell her but that isn't an option she is giving me. I sometimes tell her that I need some privacy and time to sort things out and for her to please respect that. She is so sweet and leans over and gives me a soft kiss on my cheek and tells me, "You've gone dark on me, Babe, so that shit isn't going to happen. We're going to talk." That's Di Di. But she does give me some space and time to think things through, I just know that when she does "come back" that I'd better have my head and ass wired together because "the talk" is going to happen.

But it's only been the past couple of years or more that Di Di has zeroed in on enemas. I had never told her, or anyone, that I did enemas or even liked them. I hid everything I did and was ready to keep my secret and do them when my wife and kids weren't home or when I was out in my shop. I was in the closet on this about my enemas and I really didn't want to be but as everyone knows here, say the word enema and people go ape shit. Even the people who admit to having anal sex will roll their eyes and I always thought that was strange.

But like I said, I did have to have some enemas with some of my surgeries because of medications. Some of the pain killers they gave me really slowed me down or backed me up for some reason. Those enemas were usually those little Fleets enemas and only then to help work with the laxative pills they gave me. My wife had to give me a couple of those Fleets and probably noticed that I didn't mind them and maybe even got aroused a little. I think she started suspecting something with those and about then.

Other than those few enemas that I really needed, I have to say that everyone of my enemas have been because I like them. Di Di isn't stupid and I think she watches me like a hawk and we were wanting to get our sex life revved up again. We have a damn good sex life and her being like she is, she was looking for ways to spice things up. She was on the computer looking things up, blow jobs, toys, lingerie, and even things about anal sex. I couldn't hide my fascination about that and I think that is when it set in with her that I might be "into that" and she didn't let that go. She never does.

When it came out that I was into enemas and after she had given me one and I gave her some, she really bored in on me and my time for secrets was a thing of the past. We were talking about my secret stash in my shop. A lot of them have to do with automotive tools and shop items and now when she goes with me to the Ace Hardware Store she gets this evil look on her face. She will see something and start to ask, "Have you ...?" and I tell her, "Yep." And then she will say or ask, "How about this?" and I will tell her, "You'll find out soon." She may give me a sideways look like, "Well I'll have to think about that." but I just look right back at her with the old, "Oh yeah, I'm fucking you with that."

Di Di has it all figured out that the two of us talking or as she calls is "communicating" is what is making it work for us. And I think it is, but with my wife and her attitude of her, "I make shit happen." it is working. So instead of laying out my long journey to finding here, I may just write about things that we do or post some random thoughts here in the future.

@Silent, thank you for helping with my avatar. ?

I am not seeing the change.

That worked, I logged out and then back in again. It looks nice.

I can admit my affection for enemas here, but afraid of those who might think differently about me if they knew.

I can admit my affection for enemas here, but afraid of those who might think differently about me if they knew.

Take heart, my friend. I know that's why I'm here, plus my other 5-6 kinks or fetishes. Glad to have you.

Eric

@Rocco and @ericmacson, yes I can see that I am not alone and why I was even afraid to admit this to my wife. I really doubt I will be going around the old home town and bringing up the subject of enemas with anyone. There is still a lot of people who don't have my kink.

@Rocco and @ericmacson, yes I can see that I am not alone and why I was even afraid to admit this to my wife. I really doubt I will be going around the old home town and bringing up the subject of enemas with anyone. There is still a lot of people who don't have my kink.

Interesting about your wife. I'm divorced now, but about 14 years ago I married my second wife. We had long talks about all my fetishes including enemas. She knew I'd like nothing better than to have her dress me all over in rubber and thick sneakers, tie me down, push an enema catheter into me and inflate it, and give me whatever enemas she wanted to dominate me with. That would cover all my kinks. She did this to me many times and was very good at it. We knew we were both switches and I really liked being Domme-inated by her and given large long enemas to hold while I was giving her oral orgasms or having PIV sex with her. We both loved it.

After many months of giving me these, she suddenly wrote me an email telling me a) she wanted to be very sexually submissive to me a lot in addition to when I was enjoying being dominated by her as her enema sub, and b) that her deepest darkest sexual secret was that she wanted me to give her enemas for sex. She had never been able to reveal this to her prior late husband out of embarrassment since he was an ordained minister. What a nice happy surprise for both of us. We eventually divorced for unrelated reasons but we did get quite a few big long enemas into her before we split up.

I guess it never really hurts to try something at least once. I'm glad you could tell your wife about liking enemas and include them in your sex life. Good for you. I wish you a long happy marriage with many, many enemas and orgasms.

Eric

It's pretty late right now and took a shower and those seem to wake me up a little so here I am. I was "balls deep" in my wife's ass tonight after we had put our little herd to bed and we were watching the snow fly. We were on the couch looking out the window and glad we are inside and I was copping a feel of this fantastic woman. Playing with her "girls" as she has been calling them the past couple of years, is something she likes and she tells me she could let that happen all night long. She sometimes considers it as "chilling out" or cuddling and not always as foreplay. Sometimes I do too, but not that often. I have ulterior motives on my mind and a lot of the time, most of the time, we get on the same wave length. I wanted to give her an enema and maybe see where I could go with that.

She was content to have me feel her up but she had a long day and her heart didn't seem like she was into it that much. I wanted more and so I began to put the moves on her neck which she calls bald-faced cheating because I know it gets to her. Her "girls" started poking their noses out from under her pajama tops and she gave me a look that says that I had better deliver the goods if she's going to give it up for me. It's like she is going to do me a favor, and really she is, but I'd better make it worth her while. It's around this time that we both get totally naked and get on with it. Not this time.

I wanted to get her hot and wanting it and not just for a way to get off and then go to sleep. I've been reading too much on this site and what I was feeling was a whole lot of building pressure. Reading some of the things here has been giving me ideas and just making me horny in general. So I was going to really light a fire under my wife and try to make it seem like I was the one doing her a favor and not the other way around. It worked.

It worked a little too well and I was touching her in all of the right places at all the right times. She got me naked and I was hard but I kept stoking her fires and she knew I was up to something and had decided not to kill me and see where I wanted to go with this. I had her laid out on the couch and went from her neck to her under boobs just below her nipples. That is almost always guaranteed to turn my wife into the aggressor and she was ready for me then. But I kept kissing her and worked my way down between her legs and gave her a little tongue action. She was on the verge of either cumming or getting pissed at me and I knew it. So I'm down there doing what I can to keep her from getting pissed and I worked my finger into her and got it all nice and wet. Then there was her rosebud (?) right there and I had this nice wet and slick finger.

She needed to get off in the world's worst way and I gave her my best tongue action and her leg strength and, really her overall body strength, always amazes me and I made all the right moves on her and after she came, I knew she wasn't going to kill me. When she has an orgasm or two or three, it really changes her disposition, especially if the whole thing wasn't totally her idea in the first place and if she hadn't wanted to do something like sleep after a long day. But she "landed" in a lot better mood and disposition than when we, I, started warming her up.

Playing with her ass and putting my finger in her anus was the long way around the barn. She took my face which was still down between her legs and we looked at each other. She reminded me that we have this deal that we were going to be more open or honest with each other about our needing something along the sexual side and what the hell was I really wanting. She was a little nicer about how she said it, but that afterglow of her orgasm only lasts as long as she thinks she is getting a straight answer.

She was dead on balls right and I fessed up that I wanted to give her an enema and take her anally. She asked me why I didn't say that in the first place and told me to go get her enema bag. She said it in such a way that it sounded like all I had to do was ask and that would have been all it took. But she was still in that afterglow and a little more awake than when I started playing with her girls on the couch and if her thinking that was all I would have had to do, then who am I to argue with her. I really don't want to do that by the way.

In the wonderful world of enemas, Di Di, is still fairly new to them compared to me but I think she really likes them and is seeing them more as part of sex play rather than helping sex play. I get hard as hell when I put the tube in her ass and the way she looks when I am giving her the enema is a dream come true. She is also sort of new to anal sex and it's only really been a couple of years or so that we've been doing it the right way.

We get done with her enema from insertion to her final emptying and she is starting to feel a little sleepy again. The fire in her has cooled off a little but we have this pact that when one of us wants it, we give it and we really do like that. And in all honesty, we love the hell out of that arrangement. I know she's getting tired because I've kept her up way longer than she had anticipated and so we find ourselves in bed and I work myself into her ass and go "balls deep" inside of her. She's ready to do whatever I wanted and normally I would reach around and play with her clit and give her a feel up and get her going and put her over the top. But she is starting to crash and I know that anal is something she likes, it isn't the 4th of July for her when it comes to her type of orgasm she likes.

So tonight this fantastic woman is indulging me with having her in her ass and really enjoying making me happy probably more than "getting hers". I feel a little guilty for being so selfish when I cum in her but she feels so good. She can tell that I've spent my wad in her and I'm ready to pull out and let her get some sleep. But she tells me to stay in and spoon with her, a fairly new term for me, and she gives off that little sigh I love. And we go to sleep.

I think it was about three hours ago that we got done and me and my 1 1/2 or a little more kidneys had to make a trip to the latrine. I've been reading a lot here and I wanted to see if it was possible for me to even come close to some of the things I've read. I used to like to write in high school and when I wasn't playing football or in wrestling, I was in journalism. I've always liked to read so I'm giving this a try. I should probably go back and proof it, but it's late and I have to get up at zero dark thirty. I can't save it to read over in the morning or afternoon or whenever and so I'm going to put this here.

I'm going to crawl back in bed with a naked woman.

@Silent , That was a great post! I am really enjoying your thread, and will definitely keep following it.

Sounds like you and your wife have a great relationship, much like MrsFn and I.

Thanks for sharing!

Fn

@Silent I loved this whole post and that is no shit and no sugar. 🌹

She asked me why I didn't say that in the first place and told me to go get her enema bag. She said it in such a way that it sounded like all I had to do was ask and that would have been all it took.

Absolutely right and that is all it takes to get what you want. 🌹

She reminded me that we have this deal that we were going to be more open or honest with each other about our needing something along the sexual side and what the hell was I really wanting.

I've always liked to read so I'm giving this a try. I should probably go back and proof it, but it's late and I have to get up at zero dark thirty

This is what will get you random blow jobs and enemas. 🌹

This was a great post. 🌹

The fire in her has cooled off a little but we have this pact that when one of us wants it, we give it and we really do like that. And in all honesty, we love the hell out of that arrangement.

@Silent ... this was a great post and I hope you keep adding more to it. 🌹

I didn't have to come out and admit I liked enemas. I was seen by my father with my equipment when I was a junior in high school. Normal high school girls do NOT have four quart Sherema bags and colon tubes. 😁 My boyfriends became aware I was into enemas when I started giving them enemas in college as punishments for transgressions or rites of passage to my vagina.

@DrFn you and your wife have the right idea and I hope my wife and I can continue with what we have.

@gibby I always appreciate comments and thank you for taking the time to leave one.

@Dahiana I'm not going to forget this, and there is another thing about responsibility for your own orgasm. I am going to look that one up to see what it actually says. I read it somewhere and I think it will really fit in with our sex life and life in general.

The fire in her has cooled off a little but we have this pact that when one of us wants it, we give it and we really do like that. And in all honesty, we love the hell out of that arrangement.

@SwitchableSusie I would have died if my father or mother would have seen me with any of the homemade enema stuff I had stashed away when I was still living at home. My Mom may have suspected something but I was very careful about it. I absolutely did not have the guts to even mention enemas to any of the girls that I dated, even my best friend and now wife.

How many boyfriends did you give enemas to in college? I can understand them allowing you to give them enemas just to comply with the rites of passage to your vagina. We would do anything for "parking privilege" and I know I sure would have. That's pretty hard core and gutsy to be so upfront about enemas with boyfriends. So I am assuming your husband knows about them and your profile says you have kids and a lot of other things. So how do you keep all of this from your kids?

Right now it's pretty easy for my wife and I to keep it from our kids because they are pretty young. Except for the cookie stash, my wife and I can keep our secret between us. We have a rule about coming into our bedroom but they forget sometimes and now we have locks.

@DrFn and his wife have got their daughter(s) giving them a call ahead of time before they come home.

As I am writing this I am realizing that we had better be planning for the future, especially if there are random blow jobs and enemas in the works.

@Silent said, The fire in her has cooled off a little but we have this pact that when one of us wants it, we give it and we really do like that. And in all honesty, we love the hell out of that arrangement.

I have never said it here on Zity that I can remember, but MrsFn and I have a similar arrangement. I am more dominant and she more submissive, so I tend to tell her this more than she tells me, but our saying is, "You belong to me. I will have you any time I want, any where I want, any way that I want." MrsFn always answers me, "Yes I do and yes you will." On the occasions that she tells me the first statement, I always reply to her with the second statement. We actually mean it too! I know others here have their "total access" agreements. This is our version that works for us.

@DrFn and his wife have got their daughter(s) giving them a call ahead of time before they come home.

As I am writing this I am realizing that we had better be planning for the future, especially if there are random blow jobs and enemas in the works.

@Silent, This "call ahead" idea was actually adopted by our grown daughters on their own. I think the oldest has figured out that MrsFn and I play while she is away. Our youngest learned it first hand! I do not know if she told her older sister about this incident, or if the oldest just figured out some things on her own, but either way, them calling ahead has been very helpful. 😉

You can read about the incident I am referring to here, if you are interested.

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We look back at it now and laugh!

Fn

@Silent said

@SwitchableSusie I would have died if my father or mother would have seen me with any of the homemade enema stuff I had stashed away when I was still living at home. My Mom may have suspected something but I was very careful about it. I absolutely did not have the guts to even mention enemas to any of the girls that I dated, even my best friend and now wife.

How many boyfriends did you give enemas to in college? I can understand them allowing you to give them enemas just to comply with the rites of passage to your vagina. We would do anything for "parking privilege" and I know I sure would have. That's pretty hard core and gutsy to be so upfront about enemas with boyfriends. So I am assuming your husband knows about them and your profile says you have kids and a lot of other things. So how do you keep all of this from your kids?

My father was very non-chalant about it when he saw me in the bathroom with my stuff. I was drying my hair and wearing a robe. The bag and tubes were hanging to dry. He asked of I was ok, I said yes, and neither he nor my mother ever said a word about it again. What a great father! My parents always knew I was kinky but didn't know HOW kinky I was or am. https://en.zity.biz/index.php?mx=forum;ox=display;msg=28911 I am certain I got the kinks and wild fucking from my mother.

In college I gave enemas to about a dozen boys and had slept with about 75 by that time. Of course my husband knows--he was the first other person I gave an enema to. Our daughters have known about our enemas and BDSM activities (because we showed them our BDSM equipment) since they were 12 and 15 but they told us they suspected us a couple of years before that. (Our daughters are precocious, outspoken and very intelligent.) While I love receiving enemas, only my future husband and a few other boys in college ever gave me an enema. I was very protective about that.

Since you are a new member, I'll send you a few links

@DrFn thanks for that link, and I'll be following that thread(?). I also see that you are into medical fetish too.

@SwitchableSusie I would really like to have those links. I've been trying to track you down but you have a lot of posts everywhere and I'm having a little trouble with that.

I am really interested in how other couples are putting it all together for themselves and especially how to keep it private if they have kids. I'd really like anything you would have on how you and your spouse keep things interesting and the communication aspect.

@Silent I really don't have anything to add to this thread, except I wanted to welcome you and to thank you for sharing with us. You are a lucky guy!

I hope whatever health issues have been haunting you have, or are, resolving.

I look forward to reading more from you,

Thomas

@Silent I see that you have been reading up on some posts here and that some of your likes have brought back some memories for me. 🌹 Posts on threads long gone by on topics I found interesting, bizarre, and also touching and poignant and with humour and insight as well. Some of those posts you liked touched on and were posted by some special members whose insights made me appreciate that I was not all that wise in the ways of the world.

Of course, it is going to take some time to scan or read those many posts you liked, 😉 but they are worth a read again. There are indeed a great many posts that are more intimate than just the sex they talk about. 🌹

@Silent I see that you have been reading up on some posts here and that some of your likes have brought back some memories for me. 🌹 Posts on threads long gone by on topics I found interesting, bizarre, and also touching and poignant and with humour and insight as well. Some of those posts you liked touched on and were posted by some special members whose insights made me appreciate that I was not all that wise in the ways of the world.

Of course, it is going to take some time to scan or read those many posts you liked, 😉 but they are worth a read again. There are indeed a great many posts that are more intimate than just the sex they talk about. 🌹

@Ms_Lila I was just about to go to bed after getting caught up in reading those posts. Most of those posts that I liked were from links provided by @SwitchableSusie but they lead to another and that link lead to another. I didn't have sense to stop and get some sleep, which I will do in just a few.

I think I was under the impression this was just a sex site but that just "ain't so". There are some people here who really put their heart into what they write as well as how much they care about who and what they write.

But I'd better get myself to bed because that little red line under the words I type is showing up more and more. Thanks that there is that little red line, otherwise there would be a lot more BS on here. BS as in Bad Spelling.