It's was comforting to learn that there are others like myself who look to cramps as an integral part of their current enema play.
Why is it that the very sensations that we feared & hated in our youth, at the hands of moms & grandmothers we now savor?
My most recent experience reflects this somewhat strange need. My wife had been away visiting family for an entire week, leaving me to indulge my desire for multiple, soapy enemas. It wasn't long before, I ended up with an upset bowel and sore anus signaling that I had had enough! Nevertheless, I decided a soothing, warm, tap water enema might ease my discomfort. At least that was my intent.
There I was the following night , standing naked in the shower filling my clear, four liter Klystra bag from the shower head from which it hung. Despite my earlier intention I found myself picking up the fresh Ivory soap bar from the ledge, thrusting into the open top bag, where I continued to twist and shake the soap in and around until the solution had turned from frothy white to a gray slippery suds that spilled over the top of the quickly filling syringe.
Then, inserting my favorite, black, six inch, flexible nozzle, I knelt down into the shower, with warm water cascading over my back as I released the clip sending a stream of hot, irritating soap suds deep up my already inflamed gut.
And, while I could not retain the entire amount, there was ample suds left in my colon to produce spasms of cramping pain that left me lying in pain on the shower floor, wondering....why do I need to feel like this????