This morning before work, most definitely violating the “it’s an enema not a race” rule. I woke up a bit late and felt the need to go but not quite enough urge to make it happen. Trying the very fastest method I could think of, I lubricated and inserted a longer but narrower soft silicone nozzle and withdrew it, which can sometimes be enough to start the magic. No dice.
Looking at the time, I grabbed my bulb syringe and took two medium-sized bulbs. The warm water felt good, and I released a small piece of what might as well have been petrified wood, but with no further result despite a remaining urge. At this point I wondered if the rest of what was inside me would also support lapidary work.
It was at that point I knew nothing but a full-sized enema would do the trick. I assembled my can/in-line Higginson rig, added my current favorite white Delrin nozzle, ran 2 L of water on the quite warm side, added baking soda, inserted the nozzle, and took the rig back to bed where I could be comfortable on my back.
I pumped the warm water in quite quickly, with only a few massage pauses, surprising myself greatly when I heard the pump suck in air. I felt no pain but no urge to go, so stayed in bed a few moments more, rubbing and even shaking my colon to loosen things up.
Brushing my fingers between my legs, I realized I was incredibly wet there. With the warm two liters pleasantly distending my belly and no hint of a need to go to the bathroom, I stroked my labia and clitoris, which, combined with the warm, relaxing enema filling my bowel soon produced a deep, delicious orgasm.
I got up immediately and was able to have a good expulsion, although the water was entirely too muddy to see whatever had been troubling me. I leapt up, cleaned my kit while I showered to save time, and ended up rolling into work not that much later than usual and still early compared with most.
After enduring various GI shenanigans last week, I’m not sure that will be my last enema, but it was certainly a good start.