Just read previous 26 stories and found i had various moods in common with something in every enema mood story. The top old time mood, my cousin and i have discussed is, lonely frustration, needing help, but wise enough to avoid getting involved in various types of social situations, and preserve some functional integrity for tomorrow.
My work frequently put me in motel rooms for the night. I have always watched TV or listened to music after work with family or a friend. I went out to watch Armadillo races once and accidentally gained a friend that i could not see getting myself too involved with. Escaped to motel room and made plans for an enema, the next evening. I had not had an enema in over 20 years, but had played the games with friends, neighbors and family in high school and the years before that.
My cousin calls it, “having nothing better to do”. Think about that !! Having been a farm kid till i was 12, i learned to tell time when i was 13. Before that, i saw no need for it.
Being alone without family in the evening, took me in various directions till, while working, the ache inside me, reminded me of needing an enema. I called my wife and explained my problem and proposed this “solution”. She laughed, and thanked me for keeping in touch.
My mood turned from loneliness to adventure as i wanted it to take up some time. I developed various means of using bottled waters, containers included, as part of every enema on the road, Red Bag, not allowed for this mood. Jerking off, also not allowed, too easy, too selfish. I wanted the enema to just be an enema, but with a more complicated assembly of parts and means. These were to add meaning to an otherwise dreary evening alone.
( Functionally, late enemas interfered with the rest i needed for the next day's work. So, getting it in as soon as i closed the door, was necessary and also added intrigue to the situation)