I really don't know what to think, and that's not a bad thing, it's just that I don't know. 🙄 I did cheat and give myself an enema before my husband got home, just to be on the safe side. I did not want to have an accident and explode all over myself, my husband, the ceiling fan, and the cat. There is no comparison with that first enema I gave myself and those little Fleet enemas I used years ago. I did not know what to expect, but I definitely did not mind putting the nozzle in at all. I liked that, and I used the douche nozzle and not that little rinky-dink enema nozzle. But I really did like the feel of it as I pushed it into my ass.
Then I opened up the clamp, it sounded like a garden hose spitting like one does when you first turn it on, and I bet I wasn't a minute into the water running in me before I felt a very definite urge to purge. I barely made it up off of the bathroom floor and onto the toilet, and some pretty foul stuff came out of me like a shot. The smell wasn't as bad as some of the diapers my kids filled up when they were still wearing them, but I definitely had issues. 😶
I used to play a lot of sports, volley ball, soft ball, tennis, and that old adage of, "try, try, and try again", was in the works for me. Getting rid of that little bit of an enema was explosive, noisy, and, as I said, fragrant. I was going great guns for a little while and then I think I ran out of water. I flushed, got up, cleaned off my rear-end and looked at my brand new enema bag. I hardly put a dent in it! So, down on the floor and the towel covered rug, and I grabbed the douche nozzle and lined it up with me again. I had to clean it off after I pulled it out of me that first time because, I was full of shit. I began to slip it up in there again but it was pretty tough going and not sliding it like that first time after I had put some lube on it. I appears that I had scoured that away from getting rid of that first little bit of enema I did.
So, back to the KY, a very generous dollop on the end of the douche nozzle and, zip, right in and no problem. I opened up the clam on the enema tubing, I had hung the bag on the shower rod, and this time I felt the streams of water spurting out of the little holes and it was one strange sensation. I looked up at the bag as it was emptying into me, and it had been going fast and then started to slow down and that was when I really started to feel the urge again. I shut the clamp down like I've read here, but that pressure wasn't going way and I started to get a little bit of a cramp. My bag wasn't even halfway done when I had to make another dash for the toilet. I'm glad no one was home to hear all of that farting, splashing, grunting, let alone the fragrance. It was pretty intense.
I stayed on the toilet, flushing a couple of times while I was filling it up, just to keep down the smell. Right about this time I'm thinking that enemas aren't that romantic. But I let it all out, cleaned myself up again, wiped off that douche nozzle, and put some more KY on it again because I figure the lubrication had been shot straight out of my ass and directly into the sewer. But as I was doing this, I could feel my stomach and lower down, just churning and gurgling away. Another dash to the toilet and last years BBQ crash landed in the commode! 😮 Oh yeah, this is so romantic! Not!
I'm not even half way done with emptying my enema bag! And I'm too damned OCD or "anal retentive" to stop there, because my goal was to take the whole bag. Some more KY, I get back down on the floor, line it up, and in it goes. I liked the feeling of that douche nozzle. 😃 So, I played with it in my ass for awhile. I was stalling.
I opened the clamp up again and I really felt the spray from the little hose hitting me inside. This time the bag emptied pretty fast and I did cramp a little bit but it passed pretty quick when I shut the clamp or just pinched the hose and waited it out. I felt the water running way up there, and then I heard the bag make a little "sucking" sound when it went totally flat. It sounded exactly like someone sucking on a straw for the last bit of chocolate shake at the bottom of the cup. When I heard that, I had to laugh because I've been told that my ass sucks wind sometimes. Today, it did!
I got enema number two in with a lot easier time and I only had to stop a little under half way through the bag. When I hooked myself up to it again, I took the rest of the bag with just a little difficulty. The "results" were still pretty fragrant but it was a lighter shade of who the hell knows what color in the toilet bowl. There had to be some old taco shells up in there from college.
I figured one more enema and I would feel comfortable with letting my husband give me the enemas when he got home. The one thing I liked from the beginning about the enema, is that feeling of putting the douche nozzle into my ass. That feeling didn't go away and I was feeling a lot more comfortable about having my husbands cock poking around back there. I have to admit, that, strictly from the anal sex play point of view, enemas do make you feel more confident about what goes on back there. 😃 Strictly speaking from the cleanliness standpoint. 😉
I debated about a fourth enema before my husband got home, but I was too busy airing out the bathroom, and cleaning up any stray blasts from my ass. I even cleaned the toilet bowl again and I cleaned up my enema bag, too. I took a shower and I also put my clothes back on because my husband likes to take them off. 😄
It's getting late, so I'd better wind this down, and I can see why some people take a long time to tell about what has happened.
So, let's see, my husband gets home, and grandma has the kids until we call for them or they get on her last nerve, whichever comes first. My husband was as nervous as he was when we first "did it" back in school and I had him follow me into our bathroom where I had hung another full enema bag. He thought the candles were a nice touch, and I let him think that I was going for the romance angle in this little experiment of ours. 😉
I asked him if he wanted to do this, and he just nodded his head and I stepped close for him to start unbuttoning my blouse or something. His eyes were glued on the enema bag hanging from the shower rod by a piece of cord. Yes, I had figured out I had hung my enema bag too, high. Rookie mistake, so sue me! 😳
So I just did like I had read here, and I undid my pants and pulled them off and then stepped out of my panties. Finally he notices and he got that smirk on his face that I read as he approved of my outfit. I asked him if he wanted me naked or "bottomless"? He took my blouse and bra off and I padded over to the rug and the two clean bath towels covering a run and a beach towel covering them. I smoothed on some KY and he was watching like there was no tomorrow. 😉 He was looking me over like everything and I liked what I was seeing because he really hadn't looked at me like that for quite awhile.
He still had all of his clothes on and I felt really strange or sexy when I laid down on the rug pretty much at his feet. On my way down, I accidentally let my breasts brush the front of his jeans and he was putting his zipper to the test. 😁 I was down in position and waiting while he got the douche nozzle from the little hook, and then got down on his knees behind me. We were both looking right into each other's faces and eyes and we were both thinking, "This just got real!" 😎
I am very tired right now and I'm going to crawl into bed with my husband. No, we did not do anal on me tonight for a couple of reasons. One was that BOTH of us were so turned on with him putting the douche nozzle in my ass that we were surprised at how "erotic" that was. It was a totally different feeling for me having him put the nozzle into my ass than me doing it on myself. I really don't know how to describe it, and I'm too tired to try to think it through, but it was way more than either one of us imagined. I was able to take the full bag on the first enema he gave me and he did step out when I got rid of it.
We were getting me into position for the second enema he was going to give me, but we were just blown aways by the whole thing, that he took me right there on the bathroom floor. That was intense all by itself and it had been way too long for us and we both came in a very short time. We caught our breath and rolled me onto my side and I started getting horny again when I felt him slide the douche nozzle into me again. I was still hot and he was playing with the nozzle in my ass the whole time we were giving me that second enema by him.
I had a lot to clean up when I got up to get rid of the enema and his contribution to our play.
The third enema was over-the-top as we tried it on my back and, bingo! We both wondered what it would be like if we had sex while I had an enema going on. We, at least were smart enough, to wait for us to cum before starting the water, but that second time we had sex, well, we actually just fucked! Then we gave me the enema as we caught our breath. That was my sixth enema and the second time he ravaged me.
Right now I'm going to shut this computer down and crawl back in bed with my very own "hose monster" and maybe in the morning we can plan a little better. We didn't get around to the anal, I think I said that, because grandma only had one nerve and our kids were walking all over it. I have say she did hold out for a long time, though. 😉
Tomorrow, or later today, since it is tomorrow, my husband and I will work out a better plan, but I think he's liking the giving me enemas. I'm not sure if I really like the actual enema or what they lead up to.
I just don't know how to think about enemas. I had a good time, and felt more confident, but can these things really be that erotic or were we just horny as hell?