First, it feels good.
Second, I can fantasize about any woman I’ve met or anyone I make up in my mind.
Third, I’m alone in my own thoughts and I like myself.
Fourth, I can think about any sexual experience I’ve ever had and I can embellish the experience any way I want.
Five, When I was three years old and playing with the boy next door, his aunt who was babysitting him decided he needed an enema.
As we were playing with a little pile of toys on her kitchen floor, she abruptly gathered him up, stripped off his training pants while carrying he to the bathroom where she had a basin full of soapy water and a straight chair waiting.
She sat down, turned him upside down on her leg while pinning his legs against his body and starting injecting him with bulbs of the soapy water.
After several bulbs full, she sat him on a child’s potty chair for his release.
Then she moved the chair back against the wall and she started taking her clothes off. When she was naked, she spread a towel on the floor, opened a closet door and pulled out a red enema bag with a long hose and a big black nozzle.
She was an Italian woman in her 30s (I’m guessing) with a huge black bush and large breasts with big nipples.
She began filling the bag with the soapy water until it was full. Then she hung it on a nail before she laid down on the towel on her back and raised her legs over her head.
Her hips and lady parts were maybe four feet from my view. I watched as she inserted that big nozzle into her bottom and opened the clamp and started her enema.
In a moment, she put her fingers in her pubic hair. I asked what she was doing and she said it made the enema feel better. Years later I realized she was masturbating.
When the bag went flat, she removed the nozzle and moved to the toilet and began her release.
My friend who was through on his potty chair wanted to return to the toys. His aunt wiped his bottom, redressed him and we went back to the toys while his aunt continued eliminating her enema.
Eventually, she came back into the kitchen where we were playing. She was still nude but was carrying her clothes.
She obviously wasn’t concerned about her nudity but she did begin redressing. When she was fully dressed, she told me it was nap time and I should go home.
True story and I’ve never forgotten but it’s been masturbation material all my life.