Like many fans, my collections of enema bulbs & bags have grown with the years. Despite the half dozen or more applicators that grace this assortment, there are several that date back to my earlier days that I wish I still had. usable. One that comes to mind was a chance purchase I made while in the midst of a corporate move.
Bored & restless in my temporary hotel room one late evening I developed a sudden & overpowering urge for an enema. With luck I stumbled upon an all night pharmacy. Searching their small "home health appliance" section I found their sole enema bag; a A pastel Blue, two quart, Good Year combo bag. While smaller than the Davol Paris bag I had at home, it would have to do.
Once back at my room I discovered that unlike stiff, rubber combo bags I was familiar with, this one was was made of soft, stretchable Latex. As I filled it from the tub faucet it seemed to almost come alive as it wiggled & bulged out to it's full , wiggling & bulging voluptious shape. I don't think I've ever been more excited to take an enema as I hurried to get naked that night. Lying on the bathroom throw rug, watching the bag quickly flatten from the towel rack above the tub was sheer heaven. It didn't take long before I found that I could fill this bag way beyond it's advertised capacity by leaving it on the floor with the hose wrapped around a wash cloth to seal it against the spouting tub faucet. What started as one enema quickly turned into an all night "enema fest" that found me weak & tired the next morning.
Despite many years of pleasure that followed, the Blue Latex bag finally succumbed to the ravages of petroleum based lubricant and was discarded. Yet, I still recall the delicious feeling of that warm, damp, bulging, Latex bag squeezed between my thighs, or lying flat and empty on my stomach as I lie their waiting for the cramps to signal an enema well taken. all in. .