Why Enemas?
I'm no play Doc but I do have theories:
I believe nature built in the desire to relieve ourselves, even made it pleasurable, part of our autonomic conditioning. Babies do poo on their own. And, it must feel good, lest they wouldn't do it.
My mother was obsessed with my going as long as I can remember, "Did you make, BM, today." If the answer was, "No," and I never lied, she jumped into action. Awful tasting liquids, pills, (Senicot) still nothing, suppositories. Still nothing, the bulb, and when I was eight, the Faultless Fountain Combo Syringe. My future was set out for me.
I was severely constipated. Which begs the question was it nature or did I do it on purpose. For one, I couldn't ever wouldn't go in a public toilet, especially school. So holding it in was a major factor. I've never been a big water drinker, factor two. I consumed a lot of dairy products, that didn't help. Hated roughage. I was an enema waiting to happen.
It's not like I never sat. My mother was always on my case, so I sat for hours, reading. A great way for alone time.
Now, I'm 11, rolling around in bed, thinking about enemas, and one day I became a man. That poor pillow.
Now I'm hooked, I searched the shelves for enema stories. Penthouse letters, the best.
I went through a series of wives, girlfriends looking for my enema goddess. When I found her I've never strayed.
Now, I'm still bad about going on my own. Sometimes I do get the urge. But if I'm busy chatting, posting, I let it pass. Going on my own does have a downside for me, sitting on the cold seat for long times. Grunting, groaning, squeezing, pushing. Then there are the hemorrhoids, and fishers, oh my. Miralax, stool softeners, laxatives are merely a suggestion to my system.
Now for the sexy bits. Enema's are a turn on, going in and coming out. I love to give, get, and thanks to my wonderful wife, I love to watch.
In our marriage enema's have brought us closer, keep the romance going. Can't beat that... 🌹