With my partner girls, enema games have always proved to be exciting. Now I add another piece of evidence, which happened with a girl with whom I had never had sex. It happened to me, with some friends, with whom I have particular confidence, to intervene, sometimes jokingly, on their "regularity" problems. It happens, when a certain confidence is reached. The episode that I narrate constituted a small further proof that the enema is sexually exciting for the girls who receive it. I was at the bar for an aperitif with a girl, a forty-five-year-old friend, who had recently separated. A beautiful girl, reddish brown hair, angular but decidedly beautiful face, like Marlene Dietrich, so to speak, lean body with evident shapes and firm breasts, fit for the gym, very long legs in proportion, despite being just below a meter seventy. In the general discussion, I don't know how, but probably speaking of sandwiches, canapés and alcohol, we have come to the point of constipation that certain foods can cause.
Well, the topic was a springboard for me to get intimate with her. I definitely wanted to ENTER into a lot of intimacy, yet I behaved with my usual, noble, manners. I have also dug up probable or improbable conclusions of a medical nature, from my distant university memoirs. Well, in short, I extolled the beneficial properties of a light intestinal "wash" that she too could have done alone at home and benefited greatly from it. Of course I tried to convince her that this practice, while it could be seen as extremely shameful, was and is, in fact, a trivial practice, to be approached like having a frozen bandage placed on her forehead. Okay, come on, now I'm not here to tell you that it took me more than an hour with an oratory that not even Cicero, but in the end, I convinced her (it was probably in his plans, I'm not that naive .. .). We went to my house to get what we needed (the 500 cc rubber bulb) and we went to her house, where she said that she would be more comfortable than she was. We talked for a while about this and that, I spoke and reasoned correctly, however my thoughts were directed to the administration that I would have given to that beautiful butt.
Well, the moment happened. It was she, in fact, who proposed to me to start this beneficial practice on her. She told me that she was so ashamed and that she wanted to stay practically dressed, letting her jeans and panties down a bit. Perhaps my gaze was like that of a sailor who was told to fish for a shark with a banana in hand, a gaze so doubtful that she told me I was right and that it wasn't the case. We went to the bathroom and she took off her jeans and lay down on the mat on her right side with her left leg tucked up against her breasts, then she pulled her panties down a little. Gosh! What a beautiful view! A firm and round bottom, with the white sign of the costume, like an arrow pointing to the little hole and the vulva, plump and almost completely closed. All in all, a heavenly vision for me. We talk and giggle, while I run the water to get a suitable temperature, not too hot. I maintained a certain indifference, very well simulated, because, although I'm used to seeing naked girls very often, the situation was totally different from the photographic studio and moreover, with this girl, I had never had any sexual experience. Never even a kiss. Nothing. And now she was here, as if I was her gynecologist. "Sorry dear, do you prefer to put some soap on the little hole yourself or do you prefer me to do it?" She answered what I hoped, so, always talking about this and that, as if nothing had happened, I put a little liquid soap on my right forefinger and I rubbed my fingertip all around that pretty dark pink hole, of which I would have I could count the folds well. After about ten seconds of massage, I forced my finger slightly and, on the other hand, the little hole tightened slightly. I tell her to relax and she replies, I would like to see you, in my place...
Understood the lesson, I understand you. I say that you are right, but that you shouldn't be afraid or ashamed. She relaxes, she laughs. I want to be mean and I do it on purpose, I let the first phalanx in and out slowly and every time I see the little hole contracting at the exit. Magically, I also see a small transparent drop peeking out from the lower part of her plump vulva. "Now I'm starting to put in the water, get ready". She is still, silent, I notice that her eyes are closed. As I introduce the cannula, I look at her beautiful face and she, still with her eyes closed, parting her lips. Spring lightly and squeezing gently. I want her to like her and try again. The first half liter is finished... I proceed in the same way with the second and I notice that the transparent and viscous droplet has lengthened and traveled along the buttock, up to the carpet.
So, yes, gentlemen. The enema turns this girl on.
If you want me to continue with the description of what happened next, tell me, because now it would be Off Topic.
Sorry for the bad translation.