I've had dreams about enemas most of my life and a great many of them have been wet. They've had many different themes and images, most of which are forgotten when I awake all sweaty, with a gob of sticky stuff on my groin and the bed.Even though for most of my enema dreams, I can't remember the details, I still have a smile on my face when I wake up. There is, however, one dream that has been recurring for a long time that I remember vividly.
I am asleep, in the nude (the way I always sleep), when she comes in and awakens me. I am not startled, though I don't know who she is. It is like I have been expecting her and know what's going to happen. She rolls me on my back, puts some pillows under my head and shoulders so I am in a half sitting position and goes out of sight. I cannot see her face in the dim light, but my attention is riveted on her natural breasts and even more so on her large voluptuous ass. It's the ass of my dreams, large, wonderfully rounded and the cheeks jiggle a bit as she walks. She returns holding a very large red bag with a long, thick, colon tube attached to the hose. I can smell the Ivory soap that's making the bubbles running down the side of the bag. She hangs the bag on the wall and picks up a jar of lubricant. She begins to lubricate the colon tube. Her hands moving in an erotic dance as she coats the tube with vaseline. I am intimidated by the length and width of the colon tube, but as the dance of her hands transfixes me, my fear turns to eager anticipation. I still have not been able to make out her face and she has not spoken a word.
She grabs my ankles and raises them up and back toward my head. I grab my legs behind my knees, exposing my entrance. She sticks her finger in and begins to move it in and out: then, the finger starts writing little "o's" in my asshole, round and round it goes; then stops, makes a come hither hook and gives me a little prostate massage. I can feel the precum dripping out of me and I'm in that state of wonderful tension where all energy is focused on the "spot," waiting for the waves of orgasm to wash over me. Somehow, I know that I'm not going to cum for awhile. I know she's going to keep me on the edge as the scene plays out.
She inserts the colon tube and starts pushing it in. It gets in maybe 6 or 7 inches when she starts the flow. The water is hot, but not unbearably so. As the soapy water flows she moves the colon tube back and forth pushing it further inside me. She stops for a moment and swings her beautiful ass end up to my face. I whiff the musky smell of a woman who's wet that turns me on so much. I am ready to do some labia licking, when she wiggles a bit and I am looking at those voluptuous cheeks. I part them and smell the sweet aroma of a female asshole, a powerful aphrodisiac for me.Her pucker is colored a brownish tint with a light rim of dark hair around the rim - a perfect 10. I start tonguing around the rim, increasing the pressure as I go. I lick her hole like an ice cream cone and then push my tongue in and out. I keep alternating among these 3 motions and soon her ass is wiggling an pushing back on my face and little sounds of pleasure are coming from her.
While this is going on, she continues to fuck my asshole with the colon tube, pushing it in farther and farther. I am cramping slightly in a way I really like. All that is going on is not in separate strands that can distract one aspect from another. It's all a zen like oneness: the smells of her asshole and her now dripping pussy, the taste of her anus and the fine texture of her skin inside her outer rim, the hot soapy water flowing into me, the mild cramps and the colon tube ploughing out new territory - all blended together in a peak experience.
I don't know how much is left in the bag, but I'm starting to feel pretty full. She reaches back, grabs my left hand and puts it under her mound. She stars grinding away on it making louder and louder sounds. I feel her tense up, then with a high pitched wail, the waves of orgasm wash over her. I feel her sphincter spasming on my tonugue. She squirts and squirts, drenching me with puddles of delicate smelling female body perfume.
She stops for a bit pushing the colon tube even higher in me. It feels like it's about to tickle my tonsils, I've never felt anything like this. Suddenly, more grinding and more waves wash over her. When she settles down, she takes my hand out from under her mound and starts licking around the head of my cock. I am already very much on the edge, so when she engulfs me and begins long strokes while swirling her tongue, I cum and cum and cum. Great gouts squirting out of me. The enema starts leaking out of me. I'm going to explode - brown stuff all over - but the cum keeps flowing... and I wake up.
This recurring dream is so vivid, that my first thought is I've got to get to the toilet before I spray and plop on my bed and carpet. I can still feel them, the soapy water, the colon tube and the cramps. It takes a little bit of time before I realize I don't really feel these things: I'm left only with a gob of sticky stuff on my groin and the hope that the woman with the beautiful ass, whose face I have never seen, would come visit me again.