Ever done an enema with a one-night stand?

Yes, I've been lucky on several occasions, but the "one-night-stands" usually turned into long time friendships.

One of the more memorable times, I was at a trade show, and the woman was demonstrating a broadcast VCR. Everything was going fine until the tape wouldn't eject and I jokingly said, "maybe it needs an enema." She said, "I could go for that!" The conversation moved on to the features of the product, but as I was a looking at making a pretty big order, she invited me to dinner the last night of the show, not uncommon. During dinner I made the remark that now that I was working in a major market the convention housing bureau had put me in an incredible room. Her reply was, you'll have to show me after we finish dinner.

So we went back to the old MGM Grand (before the fire), walked into the room, she goes to the bed and sits down, takes her shoes off and makes some comment about seeing how comfortable it is... I kick off my shoes and followed... it wasn't very long before we were both naked on the bed... I figured I had nothing to lose, we'd already had sex, so asked if she really could go for an enema. The response was "I liked them when my mom gave them to me as a kid, but I haven't had one since." I asked if she would like to try one now, that got a giggle, and the answer was that could be fun, so just as she surprised me by coming to my room, I surprised her by producing an enema bag! Now I should point out, a lot of wine had been consumed, so inhibitions were... well you get the idea. So we gave each other an enema, ladies first. My surprise, when she went off to the toilet and I didn't follow, she said, "aren't you coming with me?" So I sat on the edge of the tub while she exploded on the toilet. Seems like her mom had always stayed in the bathroom with her. So turn about is fair play, I got mine and she stayed with me.

I was supposed to fly home the next morning, and she was going to see a client in Salt Lake. She said, "if you can change your flights why don't you come to Salt Lake with me?". Getting a seat on a flight out of LV following a trade show is almost impossible, but luck was with me and off we went for another night of passion. From there we went back to our respective cities.

Being a major client she was able to fly in to see me frequently, and I could always find reason to go to her city to approve equipment before it shipped. So for about the next 8 years we would get together, have great sex and enemas During all of this she was married... so was I!

The conclusion was unexpected, 23 years later we were both working for the same division of the same company, and every few weeks she and her husband and I and my wife would get together for dinner... by that time we'd long stopped seeing each other for enemas and sex, not that we didn't share some private jokes.

Never actually did a [url=onenightstand1.com]one-night stand[/url]. My husband is only my third boyfriend.

It is never late to try, trust me 😃

In retirement groups STD's are a great fear. Yet many widows want to be held tightly and caressed. Word got around that there was something else going on that needed consideration. I am a dependable hugger, and very plain. What I suspect happened, was actually snooping at my place. Next thing I knew, questions started popping up. I let it be known, to jus call and bring their own stuff. On such morning occasions, we have coffee or tea, discuss, direct and get it in there. I like to rub the tummy. Some like to kiss before and after. But hugging is my trade mark.

I am skilled at eaves dropping with electronic apparatus. In many cases I am able to get feed back, they have no clue about. Their happiness feeds me. Being prepared makes it magical for them. Their network is so intertwined, I don't have to hear everything to virtually still know what is important.

First dates still occur, but usually I've already heard their desires.

I agree that enemas seem like something that would only happen after the couple has a long standing relationship, because of the extra intimacy we all associate with enemas. And I believe that is true, if it is a vanilla dating experience. But if you meet someone from a kinky site such as this, then you have already discussed your mutual interest and it would not be weird to do an enema on a first "date."

I have never planned a one night stand, meaning getting together with someone and never expecting to see them again. But it has happened that I've met someone, shared enemas, and never gotten together with them again, because "things happen".

Yes over the years I've had many one night stands specifically​ for enema play. They were contacts that I had made thru Zity, FetLife and other adult fetish sites.

Some of them were just one time deals, but most of them led to further enema fun.

Actually thee best available enema one night stand is going to be in Tampa Florida in a month.

The 14th annual Florida E-Fest.

It's great to meet someone who you already know is into enema play and be able to talk about enemas openly ( and then play right away)

I answered an ad in Houston's Backpage internet and had an enjoyable meeting. So much so that I called the same person twice more on different occasions. It cost $100 per call but was worth it. I provided all the equipment for safety sake. Did it once in Chicago too.

I've met people for JUST and enema and/or spanking. No expectations, no strings, no drama, and on some occasions no sex. Spankings are fun. Enemas are fun. And two adults can get together just for fun, if they put their minds to it! It has been a good time for all involved.

I did two about 3 years apart and they were with two different ladies. Both were enjoyable and neither one involved sex.

My first encounter was with a lady who lived near me, we met in the enemasrus chat group, and chatted privately on the Internet for about three weeks. We met for lunch and quickly decided that we wanted to get together get together and the following week we got a hotel room. We spent about 4 hours exchanging enemas. When we left we both wanted to do repeat sessions, but unfortunately never did.

My second encounter was with a lady who lived about 1500 miles away, and was also a member of an Internet enema SIG. We chatted in the group for several weeks and she mentioned that she would be in my part of the country around July 4th and of course we were both interested in doing enema play. I think we both had a very memorable July 4th that year. 😄

I never saw her after that although we still used to converse on the chat group.

Only once for enemas; many for playtime. In a former life, I was on the road three weeks every month. I found the business class hotels, frequented by road-warriors where prime ground for one night hookups.

Yes, several times over the years, most often giving them.

I WISH

Last week a lady in our loose adventure group whom i had not heard from in months asked to come over and talk. I expected more, but she wanted to send me to a high school friend of hers. Apparently an old close friend she was wanting to re-connect with. This sweet one had been talking up our infrequent pleasuring without intercourse. She even put gasoline money in my hand. I felt this would enhance our friendship and even was intrigued.

She made the phone call to her friend with a three way conference call and me brought in at an appropriate time. I felt awkward at first, but they were making naughty insinuations to indicate excitement. I asked if we would do it all together. Her friend quickly asked me if we could just have a visit without it being anything so focused. She wanted a personal visit, but without too much expectation. She wanted to meet somewhere for a sandwich in her town. It was a 45 minute drive and we went met at Schlotzky's in Winnie, a hunter's spot for duck and goose out there. As we began to chat and get acquainted, i noticed the middle finger of her left hand, away from me, was casually stroking the edges of her bun. I then new she had been dreaming of this a little, and asked her about what she might have hanging behind the bathroom door. She took to the turn and told me that it was old fashioned, but should suffice. I expressed interest in vintage lavage apparatus and asked if she would like to show it off, along with anything else in her cupboard. I caught her hand as we went out the door to see her place. I followed to her little white country shotgun house. The back door squeaked as she opened it and she grasped my hand to bring me in. Setting me in her kitchen she nervously served me hot coffee from her percolator. The room warmed up some and she said, this way. I followed her over hand made throw rugs. She explained her bathroom was too small and sat me in a cypress chair made by her grand father just outside in the living room by a low table with the news paper on it. She showed off 2 porcelain Jones cans without anything else. I admired them each top to bottom and asked if i might see the business end of her family heirlooms. "All of it?" she asked. "Well, maybe just what might be of interest," i explained. So, sheepishly she she brought a couple pieces and moved me to the couch to explain their history. She scooted in close and i gave her a peck on the cheek. She turned more and thrust her tongue in to rub the roof of my mouth. I melted and sought her soft cheek with my left hand. She purred and breathed deeply. I rubbed her tummy where a rising enema is felt, spending more time at her splenic flexture just below her left ribs. MmmHhhhmm, she knowingly sighed in approval and whispering, "That would be nice." Then, "Could we?" she inquired more earnestly with heart felt breathing. "This afternoon?" i hesitated, not sure how it would play out so as not to loose her dignity. "It would bless me and I will clean up after you head for home, OK?" And without waiting for an answer, she cleaned off her ornate cypress wood coffee table saying, "Right here!" I wanted to prepare it for her to be something special from my hand and she readied the low table with news paper, a fluffy towel and cute needlepoint pillow. When i returned with her warm bulging bag and hose, i also brought up her hat rack as well. I set it between the table and couch. Then noticing her panties neatly folded on the couch i understood she intended to leave her skirt on. "This is cozy." i whispered and drew her to me for a tight embrace and i felt her somewhat melt. "Let's pick up the back of your skirt as you go for the table, OK?" and she shyly lifted it behind her, facing me. She carefully sat on the table, and i leaned her back onto her pillow. Still holding her hand, i neatly arranged her skirt to drape sweetly over her raised knees. She was gripping my hand fiercely, and i gently kissed her forehead while letting the weight of my left hand weigh on her tummy. I needed both hands to administer her temporary pregnancy and gave her a half spent role of tissue to hold for me. Moving into function for her, i kissed the tops of each bare foot, and peeked into her anticipation. Her scent was garden like, inviting me inward. I lightly massaged her calves and ankles and stroked down each thigh and around her hips, giving them both a couple tugs toward me. She had set a saucer of bacon grease under the table so, i took her tissue role, replacing it with the saucer. Picking up a nice gob from her plate, she allowed me to set it in place and work it into her. She was delightfully warm and her anus dearly sucked at my finger resting knuckle deep, savoring her every spasm. When it's thickness had become her new normal, i eased it out and brought the dripping nozzle to her plate for its dressing before her eyes. With both hands, i found her expecting hole and gently worked it into her. I asked her to take a deep breath and at the top of her breathing i let it run into her butt, rubbing underneath behind the nozzle, toward her tail bone, i bounced the nozzle occasionally as it flooded her insides. She started "Mmm, oohh, and an ocasional grunt. As her bag emptied, it sucked hard as if kissing the sealing. Maintaining her nozzle, i took the saucer from her with my other hand. She jerked her skirt back off her knees and exposed her swollen belly. Again i traced the water's path up her left side, testing and appreciating the presents of her contents, moving across over her belly button, now no where to be seen, except for its dip. Finding her heptic flexture i explored its arrangement beneath and dearly patted it, recognizing her good cooperation through it all while describing all the good it will do for her well-being.

No, but it would be wonderful to see the look on their face.

Do cousins count??

I used to have a second cousin. Her mother was my dad's first cousin. This little girl was 16 when i was 8. She took a liking to me and my brother, even younger than me by 2 years, at a big family gathering. She got her mother to have us over for a night. We started playing ordinary games, till little brother got sleepy and her parents took that as their Q to go to bed as well. They no sooner disappeared with kisses and big hugs, when my new friend gives me a crooked come here finger sign. I was sure she had a secret for me to listen to, and sure enough, she asked to play with my little pecker. And in fair play, she let me feel her up to my heart's content. I surprised her by tickling her little pucker hole. Mmm, Uuhh, "Wait" she whispers. She moves us into the kitchen, gets some bacon grease off the stove, dips her little finger in and asks for my butt. She worked me over good with her happy finger up me and toying with my pecker while she reported every squeeze my butt gave to her waiting interest, never moving it, she was contented just to be in me. She briefly trained me to pleasure her as well. Eventually we were told to separate and go to bed. The next morning, even before breakfast, she asked her mother if she would help her give me an enema, that i had complained of a tummy ache while playing checkers. The truth was irrelevant, it was that she dreamed of me all night, as she later whispered it all in my ear and put my hand in her panties to sense her wetness. I was totally confused, and thought she had pissed herself a little. I thanked her for a wonderful time and never saw her again till 20 years later.

Anxious and waiting to see her special friend, Gertrude (Tootie) latched onto me when i arrived as if we had been going together for quite a while. I was happy to reconnect as well and very amused at Tootie's forward grasping at my hand and and swinging it side to side as we walked into the community center, basically arm in arm. I don't make friends very well and am content to just observe. I had survived the tragic Vietnam war, so doing this to me had my heart pounding.

Inside the hall, she turned me loose and our family gathering was very loving and enjoyable. As i sat and examined everyone to restore my memory, Tootie plopped beside me and i asked her about the ones i did not know. Soon she took me outside to meet some more folks and got us invited to stay the night with people on her side of the family, i was only vaguely familiar with. They were over joyed to be so honored. This was in Central Texas, but i was from far Northern California near Weed. These folks were farmers too, but share croppers. In Calif. we had milked a small herd 10 years earlier, but only worked for salaries now. So i was excited to be given farm style hospitality. They showed me their equipment and sheds. We ate home canned green black-eyed peas and fresh killed chicken. As evening wore on, they apologized for having to put us on the floor. Only in my late twenties, the floor was no problem at all. As everything got quiet, Tootie brought me a rubber and took me into her waiting vestibule, as i nuzzled in her lovely breasts. She wanted to repeat all that we had done as kids. Having shot my wad, i was breathing hard as she tempted and teased my anal vent. I pleaded that she might slow down and let me catch my breath. To that Tootie plopped her tittie in my mouth and stroked my back. I nursed her and fell fast asleep. She was in her mid 30's and had a little more laid by than i had managed to put together. In the morning, she declined breakfast for us and took me out to see the country side and worked on into the next community. Knowing her way around, we went to a little eatery standing in front of a motor hotel. She insisted on paying since i had come from so far. While Tootie was at it, she also bought us a day pass to a room there. Tugging me inside with glaring eyes, she wanted the rest of me. Overwhelmed and unable to think, i just picked up my stuff and hers as she led me on. Opening her paper bags, Tootie danced out a bright red enema bag and white hose with the fattest nozzle i had ever seen, but then i had not seen much, either. Giggling and swirling the hose and nozzle around like she was going to rope a cow with them, she danced about the room for me. Then suddenly she stopped and here came that "come-here" up turned finger sign. "Oh, you are sneaky." i declared. Giggling some more She led me into the tiny bathroom to watch her fill and prep her special treat for me. We had four hours of delight with each other. I was powerful in those days and she the more. Tootie sweetly let me play her to Ecstasy over and over and over. Tootie proudly showed her enema prowess again and again as she took me in, in every way she could think of. While i was perfectly filled, it was then she wanted me every time. I scooped her up as well and admired her water babies as she strut before a full length mirror with my middle finger held firm within her clenched butt. Tootie declared me to be the very best, but no, i told her she was, for sure, to which Tootie finally, proudly accepted the honor with a deep kiss from me gripping her lowly in front and back as she twisted about. When our time was up, there was a knock at the door and she screamed as if she was in a great fright. I told her i thought they only wanted us to clear out. She felt better as i picked up a happy tittie and on sucked it, while only petting her fur. Soon we had our stuff put away and ventured back to our families.

Great story, Lzrd! Thanks.

Do cousins count??

I used to have a third cousin. Her mother was my dad's first cousin.

Your cousin with whom you did enemas would be your second cousin, not your third cousin.

Children of first cousins are second cousins.

The girl's mother (your dad's first cousin) would be your first cousin once removed.

Your children and your cousin's children (who you did enemas with) are third cousins.

Yes. It happened once. This was back in the 70's. My wife at that time went out looking for some fun. We both scored that night. She picked up a biker dude, and I a set bar slut. When we got to our house the biker broke out a BIG bag of coke. We did some ones and he and my wife were hot for sex. They went to the bedroom and I was in the living room with Tory. The guy left his drugs sitting on the table. I asked Tory if she ever had a coke enema, she said no. I asked so you want to try one? She said yew. She asked if I had one of those enema things, of corse I did.

I got the enema bag out and helped myself to a nice amount of coke, put it in the bag and filled it with water. She was very cooperative, and excited. I had her get on her back and got the enema going. I then sucked on her clit as the water went in. It was hot. I penetrated her with my hard cock. She held I in, then expelled.

When she was done I asked if she could give me an enema, she agreed. This has to go down as one of the top five enemas of all time. She tayed for everal hours and let, never to see her again.

In addition to my earlier post, I did hook up with a woman in Fort Wayne, IN. In the '80s before the internet a friend said he met this woman that was curious about enemas, he wasn't into them. I got her phone number, drove there, gave and received several enemas and had lots of hot sex, no holes barred! She said her husband was plain vanilla, missionary position, she like to hook up and play rough.

I thought this might turn into a once in a while thing, when I called her about a week later she seemed hot to meet again, but the next time I called the number had been changed and unlisted. I only ever knew her first name, Melanie.

I had another hook up in that part of the world, internet this time, but when I got there and met her she looked way too young, when I asked for ID and she didn't have any I got the hell out of there before anything happened, to this day I think I was lucky, it might have been a sting. If she was of age, damn I sure missed out on a good one!

@Lzrd That was one HOT story, 😜 you were very lucky!

Yes, and had good sex afterwards... She also knew far more than my exit wife ever did about sex and even taught me a thing or too.

Once many years ago. He wanted anal play but was quite full. I told him he had to be cleaned out before I was going in with toys, fingers or anything else. LOL.

He agreed and it was a pleasant play time. We met one more time but just to visit. He was bi and he got his girlfriend involved in enemas and and far as I know lived together sharing the bag frequently. I have not heard from him in over 30 years.