Further, higher, bigger, faster...
There is always pressure on our lives from the outside.
I resist this pressure in my private environment. Here I only allow the maximum comfort. And here I don't have to prove to anyone what a great guy I am or need to be. I don't always have to walk an extra mile. Here I am simply who I am.
I only want my colon to feel the best and that it also gives me this feeling back. Let's see this as a good partnership.
As a kid, I thought of the digestive tract as kind of a one-way street; in at the top, out at the bottom. That's why it was inexplicable to me why something was pressed in at the colon, which then came out again this way. And anyway, why did it have to be a soapy solution that was then rinsed out with two large amounts of water.
I was allowed to experience another world with my best friend. We met often.
Once I was at his house with some buddies. We played in the garden. At some point I had to pee. So I went into the house. There I met his mother, who I told that I had to go to the toilet.
She just said I know where it is. Now I have to mention that I'm a "seat pisser". That's what my mother raised us for. "Peeing standing up is unhygienic.It's splashing everywhere."
I still pee sitting down.
So I went to the toilet. Next to it were some Mickey Mouse comics on a small chest of drawers. Since these were quite expensive at the time, my parents didn't buy any for us. So I read while still sitting on the toilet and forgot the time. Suddenly my friend's mother looked into the bathroom and asked if everything was ok. To my answer: "yes yes", she said that she knew this answer too well. Frank always says that too." Frank was my friend. She disappeared, only to reappear with a large glass jar with a handle, filled with a brown liquid.
She put the container on top of the comics on the dresser, took the comic I was still holding out of my hand and put it on the dresser, opened a cupboard next to it and took out a large red rubber bulb with a long black nozzle.
She said she would give me a very nice enema now and I would feel a lot better afterwards. When she asked if I had already received enemas, I could only nod. I had to get up, she lowered the toilet seat and sat on it. I wanted to kneel down in front of her as usual when she pushed me to the right. There I stood with my pants down. She put a large towel over her thighs and pulled me over it. I was now lying over her legs, heard the bubbling when filling the bulb, felt a slippery fingertip in the anus. When she pulled it out she said that I didn't notice that the nozzle was already fully inserted, which was true.
She said that now she was slowly squeezing the bulb and the enema began. I should totally relax and slowly take a deep breath.
I felt suddenly something pleasantly warm slowly pouring into me. I also felt her slowly move the nozzle in and out as she squeezed the ball. Suddenly the well-known feeling of pressure in the rectum set in, which I was always afraid of. She seems to have noticed this and reduced the pressure on the bulb. It lasted a moment, then an audible gurgling could be heard in the colon and the pressure decreased. Now is the moment when the fluid would flow up into the colon, she said. It has to be exactly there in order to work properly. She pressed the rubber ball a little harder again. I took the first filling without any problems. She pulled out the nozzle and refilled the bulb. She pushed me in four fillings. Now the pressure inside increased. One more, then you're free, she said. The fifth pushed her into me very slowly and gently. Then I was allowed to lie over her legs for a few more minutes.
She got on and let me sit on the toilet.
She also asked me how I was feeling and how bad it would have been for me.
She put a few more things at the sink for me to wash.
When I emptied my mind was still jumbled. I didn't know that enemas could be different. I noticed that the jar was almost empty and, as promised, felt really good.
When I rejoined my buddies, they asked where had I been for so long? My friend said in his sneering way, which I liked, "I'm sure my mother gave him an enema." and everyone laughed. I said nothing and acted like it didn't concern me. Anyway, I now knew that my friend got the better enemas.
There was a second experience with my friend. But that another time. In any case, if I think about it carefully, these events later had a significant influence on me.
What I wanted to express with this story is that I will not consciously cross the line of maximum comfort for myself. This limit varies, the form of the day, the mental state, may play an important role here. I observe my partner and listen to myself. In this way you experience many things more consciously and thus achieve a much higher benefit. This is also shown by the fact that I never eat more than hunger allows. Thus, eating always remains a pleasure. I regard senseless eating as disregard for food.
Take care, don't overdo it. What counts are the most beautiful feelings.