It's been more than twenty years now, but every time I decorate our tree I recall that other Christmas, the illicit romance, and the enema that day.
She worked in my office and in the way that only a woman can pull off, let me know casually that she too liked enemas. The affair that followed was filled with anal delights that I will never forget.
One instance in particular involved that Christmas where I had stopped over to exchange presents under the tree. R, asked me if I noticed anything about the bulbs that she had hung just for me? It took awhile....and then I spied the large white douche bulb with its long, soft tapered nozzle that flared out to the built in shield at the base hung from a branch with a red ribbon. "R" had known from a previous conversation that I had always been curious about how such a nozzle might feel. I was not to be disappointed.
Within minutes I found myself lying naked and face down over an old quilt that she had spread on the living room floor in front of the tree, experiencing the most warm, sensual bulb enema of my young adult life. I still have goosebumps thinking about that day....her wet Little, nibbling kisses down my neck and spine, the girlish giggles as she filled the syringe from a dishpan full of warm, Ivory soapsuds, and of course, that slow, opening sensation as she teased and twisted the long, tapered pipe all the way into my rectum until the shield was tightly pressed against my bottom.
I don't know recall how many bulbs I took before excusing myself to the bathroom, but it was at least four or five belly filling squeezes. I recall too how she complained about the bulb being too big and her needing both hands to squeeze. Then,she would laugh say "but a big boy like you needs a big bulb doesn't he?""
It wasn't long afterwards that my company transferred me to another city and "R" got married to an old boyfriend. So, the experience was not to be repeated. Nevertheless, SIGH! it was a Christmas to remember...
Now as I look back in my retirement, I wish that there was another "R" that I could share mutual enema love (at least in cyberspace).....maybe....some day?