Many years ago I met a lovely girl in a tavern in Copenhagen. She was American, at my own age, and a racial mixture of Caucasian and native American. Ande boy could she hold her liquour. We drank through, and when the Sun rose I invited her to join me sleeping at a friends place in the center of Copenhagen. My friend was a poet, but he could not live from his poetry. So he had a day job.
When we arrived at his flat, he went and as soon as he was out of the door we continued eating each other.
We shed our clothes and started a 69. Suddenly I felt her finger in my arse. And of course I reciprocated. Soon we were banging away, and afrter climax we drifted off, slept.
When we woke up, our love play continued. I tried to enter her butt, but she said stop!
Why, I asked.
And she answered, we have to clean out first. I did not quite understand, but she explained that she needed a washout before engaging in anal sex. And of course I accepted. We wnt down to the nearest pharmacy and bought a pear syringe and some glycerol. Back in the flat I gave her an enema, she evacuated and we banged along. When orgasms had run their way, she said, she would give me the enema experience. And naturrally I accepted.
Thus started my enema fascination