I had been enjoying enemas for about ten years (how that came about is a long and beautiful story I'm sure I've told here before). I started dating a lovely thing my age and I had never mentioned any of my "kinks" not wanting to scare her off. One evening a discussion about her friend came up and that led to a story of them doing a colon cleansing program that they got from a health food store. This involved taking bentonite clay and psyllium several times a day. She admitted that you were also supposed to take daily enemas and that her friend was "into" them. She told me sheepishly that she had purchased an infant enema syringe and had tried it several times but didn't find it particularly effective.
I jumped at the opportunity to admit that I too, had used enemas and enjoyed them. She did not think I was crazy or weird. But I explained to her that she just wasn't using the right equipment and technique and that a "proper" enema would really clean you out. I offered to show her sometime. One thing led to another, and the opportunity presented itself the following week. I had been invited to spend the weekend alone with her at her folk's cabin in the mountains. After we had settled in, I told her I had brought my enema gear in case she wanted to try it. She said yes.
After a wonderful frolick between the sheets, I told her I would give her a "real enema". When I emerged from the bathroom with the bulging bag ending in a large black nozzle, I afraid she might bolt, but aside from the huge eyes she turned over and presented herself. I did my very best to make it the most comfortable and erotic enema I had ever given. She was worried that there was too much water, but she trusted me that the large amount was perfectly safe. Bless her heart, she ended up taking nearly the whole bag. The image of her naked little body, face down with the hose dangling out of her behind, is a memory I still cherish.
The aftermath was a big discussion about how amazing the enema had worked, how much she liked it, more intercourse, her wanting to learn how to reciprocate, and eventually marriage. It's been more than twenty years now, and we actually have an enema date for tomorrow night.