Is it just me, or do enemas just get better with age? It seems to me that each one is a multiplier of past experiences. Where I once shied away from the discomfort of large enemas, I now relish being filled to the brim with a soapy solution that is guaranteed to produce crampy expulsions.
For years it was enough to take one or two bags. Now two enemas are are never enough, and I've experienced many sessions where, even after masturbating to a climax, I long for more. Although, I seldom have the privacy, there are times when the bathroom light will be on until the early hours of the morning as I bask in enema heaven.