My wife and enemate and I are both in our early seventies, and obviously we don’t have the energy and stamina we once had all those years ago.
Way back when we used to have enema sessions about once a week. I say enema session because a session would involve one of us giving and the other receiving the enema. Next week the rolls would switch. We liked to combine the enema with other sexual activity; oral, ass plan, good old fashioned screwing.
Time has taken its toll. We both have physical problems slowing us down. I am often impotent even after a double dose of boner pills. The wife has had two knee replacements making it painful and awkward for her to kneel. (Think about that for a minute).
However we’ve declined, we still have the ability to talk. While certainly not the same thing as doing it, talking about sex can be a very nice way to pass the time.
We usually don’t take the talks very seriously. Sometimes we’ll use the correct, scientific words saying things like “and at this point it would be appropriate for me to apply my tongue to your vaginal cleft before using the same application on your anus”. We would sound like two surgeons preparing for a delicate operation. Others time we would talk like two sailors just after hitting port. Cunt, fuck, cock, shit, and all the rest. Sometimes one wil talk properly, the other crudely.
My dear enemate is a bit shy about starting this kind of exchange but will join in when I start the ball rolling.
Our favorite topic these days is enemas. It’s something we both consider profoundly sexual but also something that each of us can still do without an erection or kneeling down. Let’s hear more enema talk around the breakfast table, it might make for a brighter rest of the day.