For me, it’s a number of things all rolled into one, a journey. An experience to be understood, accepted and mostly savored for it is an infrequent intimate event.
There is the emotional /psychological aspect ; a conjuring up of memories from the distant and not so distant past; a feeling of wanting, needing , angst, uncertainty and knowing I will submit.
The physical part is my s/o or nurse or whoever (male or female) is going to take my temperature In a most intimate way and to lend an air of privacy, the door to the room is closed and it is my caregiver and me, together and alone.
The conversation, the way it plays out, the control by and instructions of the caregiver is what I willingly follow.
I am on my stomach, and albeit a brief conversation, the nuances start as my caregiver picks up the mercury thermometer and rapidly shakes it down and lifts it almost above his/her head and reads it, making certain the mercury is at or close to 94F. Placing the thermometer on a tissue with Vaseline on it, the pear shaped bulb is generously coated. I catch a glimpse of the word RECTAL etched on the instrument, heightening my anticipation and slowly building my arousal.
Leaving it there briefly , my caregiver comes over to the bed I’m on, admonishes me to lift my hips. That helps with my excitement. In seconds the soft or strong hands are beneath the waistband of my cotton briefs and they are pulled down behind my knees. My legs are spread by those same hands, my body naked from the waist down is almost totally bare except for the cotton briefs taut across the gap of my spread legs, and my arousal freed to rise. I’m told to relax and my stomach with my erect penis against it now with pre ejaculate is back flat on the bed, my arms folded under my turned head looking at the man or woman walking over, to me, thermometer in one hand.
Their free hand, thumb and index finger spread my cheeks apart, a coolness briefly settles between them, and then the coated pear shaped bulb touches my anal opening and is soon being inserted up into my rectum and I feel it and relish it as it enters me! My cheeks are let to close. They hug the well placed mercury climbing numbered glass rod. What will my core tell that thermometer? Normal? Feverish?
The emotional intensity and physical sensation has caused me to develop an erection, but my caregiver knowing this says it is ok , but I am still aroused and stiff. Three minutes is the usual time before the thermometer is removed , the Vaseline wiped off it, and read.
But those three minutes are sheer delight as I know, laying there half naked and erect, that I ceded my most personal intimate orifice to a caring person, bringing me on a great voyage of mind and body!