Missed opportunities

I'm sure most of us have had them. My business partner was in the hospital for surgery. I sat with him in pre-op to keep him company before he went to the OR. Every once in a while an attractive nurse would come in to fuss with his IV and such. At one of her visits I joked that she should stick him with a needle. As she turned to go she said " You, I'm going to give an enema. " She pretty much stopped me with that one. I sort of mumbled that she was the boss. As I was leaving the hospital she was at the desk with another nurse giving me the nicest smile. I didn't know how to act on this one so I just left. This has haunted me for a few years.

To me I have had a few missed opportunities only on my behalf though. When I was about 11 I started asking one of my friends if his mother had any enema equipment, not sure how this conversation started but, it did. Anyway a few days later he showed me that he found an enema bag, even though he was a male I often think about what would of happened if I suggested that we played with.

Then when I was 16 my girlfriend was a volunteer candystriper at a nearby hospital and we had talked about enemas before and how her mother usually gave her soapy enemas, anyway I have always fantasy about having her give me an enema in her uniform, alot of regret on that one!

We did eventually get married and knowing that her mother was no stranger in giving enemas, especially soapy ones, there was a couple of times where her mother and I was alone together long enough that I wished that I had asked her to give me an enema.

Then of course there was my mother, we were talking about something and she had a slip of the tongue were she almost said do you want me to give you an enema, I think about that one too, what would of happened if I actually said yes and because of that I often thought about asking her several times about giving me enemas as an adult but never could get the guts to ask her, I know without a doubt that she would have.

Two times in my younger years I missed opportunities for a female to give me an enema.

The first time was when I was having an affair with an older woman. I was 19 she was 39.

After a romp in her luxurious bedroom she announced that she had to douche as she could still get pregnant (like that would help). She pulled out her big red bag and proceeded to give herself a gentle douche. I know if I had asked what else she ever used it for she would have shown me.

The other occasion was similar only in Germany with a young girl I had met. We were spending the weekend together at her apartment and she brought out her black bulb syringe . She used to for a douche but said that she was very health conscious and implied it was for enemas too. I was not very conscious of my enema fetish at the time. Just into sex.

I must say that I don't miss opportunities anymore. My wife will spring one on me if she feels that I'm in need. And, a few years back while in hospital healing from a fall off a bike the nurse ask me if i needed anything and I said an enema. I got one.

It only took one missed opportunity to convince me to seize the moment in the future. I was only 16 and in the hospital for surgery due to an athletic injury. A friend's older sister was the nurse on duty the night before surgery. She seemed to be providing extra attention to me and, late in the evening, asked me if she could get me anything. I was thinking of more common needs and also feeling deprived because my food intake had been cut off. My reply was that I was starving and thirsty. She said "I can't feed you but could give you your enema?" I declined like a dumbbell. I got an enema but it was from an ornery nurse who came on duty after this cute gal went home. I regretted that mistake for most of my life.

Many years ago I briefly dated a nurse. We were out one night sitting in my car talking and she was looking at my business card. She then said she should get a business card also and put a picture of an enema bag on it because, as she said " I specialize in enemas ". Too bad those were the days ( way before internet information ) that I was really in the closet so to speak regarding my enema fetish. She would soon move to another town and we lost touch but I have thought about that night for years and how I would have played it now.

Fortunately, I did not miss a prime opportunity. During a recent hospital stay I did become constipated. The nurse insisted on giving me a laxative first, frankly it did not work, and then came the suppository, which she administered, but still did not work. Finally she was going for the small volume fleet enema, but I convinced her to get a large volume soap suds enema. She gladly oblidged, but made me wait until she had time to handle the details herself.

A very nice expereince, also most effective, and I am glad that I asked for the help.

I once spent a few days in the hospital for pneumonia. The last day a young nursing assistant came into my room with plastic bucket that had a long clear hose attached. She asked if I'd had a BM that day. I really had and told her so. She simply said OK and left the room. I immediately began kicking myself. The thing was, she caught me off guard. I knew what she had in mind but a brief impulse of embarrassment overwhelmed me for the moment. But many times since that day, I've fantasized about what would have happened if I'd had my wits about me enough to have lied. I'm sure that she would have filled that bucket with hot soapy water and told me to roll over on my left side. I've never had a enema in a medical setting and I know I'll never have a better opportunity. I blew it and have regretted it ever since.

In my later teen years I was going steady with a woman slightly younger than me. One day when her parents were away on a trip she became quite ill and when she called her doctor he prescribed an enema series to empty her bowel. Since her parents were away she asked me to do the honors which I was more than ready to do. I discovered that she was almost enjoying the process and I certainly was. When it was all over I seriously thought about asking her to return the favor since the equipment was there and ready but she still seemed to be too ill so I decided to wait for another time to broach the subject. Unfortunately I was drafted shortly after that and when my service days were over we had both drifted to other people and I never got the chance to experience her providing me a return enema. I still regret that missed opportunity.

My most missed opportunity was shortly after getting married. My wife was an xray tech so she knew all about enemas. She made the comment one time that the average adult could hold 2 quarts of water. I let that slide right over my head like a dummy. Sometime later I was feeling a little constipated and said so. She ask if I wanted her to give me an enema but I again declined. I was really into enemas at that time and still am. I give myself them whenever I am alone. Now I am afraid to ask her. I would really like for her to give me an enema but dont really know how to approach the subject after declining a couple of time already.

Lawrence: Just say you're constipated, and she'll ask again: "Do you want me to give you an enema?" And this time, silly, SAY YES !!! As my daughter enjoys saying: "Closed mouths don't get fed!" 😶 I think something similar applies to the other end... 😄

Several years ago I was dating a girl and one morning she was obviously not feeling well when I asked her what was wrong she told me if you really must know I'm constipated. She told me she had taken Correctol. I told her I could give her a suppository or an enema. She mumbled something and just looked blankly at me. I know if I had pressed it I could have given her either one.

A couple of years ago I was filling up the car when a woman pulled up in a Mercedes and had a fountain syringe with hose attached hanging from the coat hook in the back seat. I thought about ssying something like "nice window decoration" but I didn't. I still think this may have been an e-Nurse advertising her business.

I guess everyone has had a missed opportunity or 2. I was in the hospital for pneumona, and after acouple of days, my nurse asked if I had had a BM yet. I said no, and she then said that if I didn't have one by the next day, I would get a fleet enema. Well back then I was scared to have someone else give an enema. So I lied and said I had my BM the next day. I left the hospital willout getting any enemas. If there is ever a next time, I will see how many I can get them to give to me, and see if they will give me soapy enemas. Jim

I love the remark "closed mouths don't get fed." Great!

I almost missed opportunity came without our household when when I was a teen. My brother confided that he was very bound up and "needed a favor."

I said sure, but only if he returned the favor.

I did ... and then we did ... but that was it.

As I have stated before in prevous posts I have Multip;e Sclerosis and to control it I use an injectable drug know as Avonex. Back in July of 2012 I was being switched over to a different way to inject the drug and had to have a Home Health nurse come to my home to instruct me on how to use it.

On the appointed day that she was to come, I got things ready for her to show me in on the dinning room table. The nurse showed up and was shown in to tha area where we were going to be doing the instructions. As I recall, the Nurses name was Elizabeth, and she was very beautiful. We sat down and proceeded with the demonstration. All the while I was thinking to myself how I would like having this woman and nurse give me an enema.

We got through with the demonstration and as the nurse was leaving, she kept asking me if there was anything else she could do for me while she was here. (My wife and 3yr. old grandson were at home at that time, so wasn't able to do anything.) I went with her out to her car and she just kept asking if she could do anything, and told her nothing at the moment. She gave me one of her business card and softly told me tht she was an expert at giving men enemas. Told her I would call her sometime in the future is I needed her to give to me. I went inside and put her card in what I though was a good place for safe keeping. But sadly, I somehow either misplaced the card or threw it away with some other things I was getting rid of at the time.. Still look for that card at times, but so far have not been able to find it.

Shortly after graduation from high school I came down with some type of crude ... and almost missed an oportunity which actually turned into what I would all a "double dip" stroke of luck. mom didn't want to leave me home alone so she asked my girlfriend (we had dated for about a year) if she was "babysit her little darling?" Janice laughed at mom's request, said she would, and knowing I would probably be sleeping most of the day, brought along some books from her summer courses at the local college. We talkedn about my stomach ache and how poorly I felt and she said she had the perfect cure at home. She lived just a block away so she dashed home and was back in minutes with a box which she said "contained your cure." It was a hot water bag, hose and nozzles. "I think you just need a good enena," she said, and said I was "going to get one regardless of my protests" which at the time were loud and long. But she went into the bathroom, filled the bag with soapy water, returned to my bedroomm which was almost across from the bathroom, told me to throw back the covers , get rid of my pajamas and roll over. She had already lubed the nozzle and just inserted it ... I had enemas from mom, but getting them mfrom my girlfriend was obviously different. She stopped the flow whenever I got a cramp and after about five minutes I had taken the bag ... held it for a while ... then went to the bathroom. As I expelled, she refilled the bag with more soapy solution, repeated the process in the bathroom, me bending over with hands onthe bathtub. She followed this with a couple rinse enemas ... and I must say I did feel lsomewhat better, although a bit weak from the ordeal. Then she surprised me with "No it's my turn" and I didn't say a thing, to which she added "Unless you don't want to give me an enema , that's okayk." I stammered nervously, said "okay," trying not to look too anxious, but it was obvious. "We can do a plain water enema because I'm not ill .. I just enjoy enemas," she said. "You prepare the bag while I get ready." Thinking she was going into my bedroom to get ready, I started filling the bag ... but she never left the bathroom, but just got undressed ... I watched her in the mirror ... it almost drove me wild. "Do you want to give me an enema here or in your bedroom," she asked, to which I stammered "Don't know ... where do you want to go." "I like to lay on my back when I take one .... to the bedroom? And don't forget the petroleum jelly," she added. Inn the bedroom, on her back, she drew her legs up, told me to put some of the jell "in just the right spot" and also on the nozzle ... which I did. Laying there totally exposed, a nice triangle of hair on her pubic area only enhanced the sdituation ... I spread the jell on the nozzle, then worked her opening, inserted the nozzle and opened up the dlamp ... it was obvious she was enjoying ... and so was I. During the course of the next hour, she took two more enemas ... then as I was cleaning up the equipment and putting it back into the box, she said "Well, let's not waste the day, okay." I didn't know what she mean (stupid me) until she led me back to the bedroom, crawled onto the bed and said "We do have an opportunity, if you want." I said I wasn't prepared too which she answered, "I am, I've been on the pill for a year, and I've also got some condoms in my bag." Obviously, it was not a missed opportunity ... and was just the beginning of a great relationship, one which lasted through two years at the local college, but ended when she went to the university. I never saw here again ... and really missed out opporunitieis.

Donald, is that story true, or fantasy. You claim your from Champagne Illinois, but that city, is spelled Champaign, and it is the home of the University of Illinois.

I would say that it's fantasy.

During summer and between terms at college I worked in a park visitor center. Some dreary winter days we might only get 5 or 10 visitors all day, and frequently I would be alone with visitors for an hour or more.

A middle aged British (Scottish?) lady used to come in now and again when she was out walking and we frequently chatted about all kinds of things. One afternoon she told me how she had been in the hospital recently and how poor the nursing staff was. "They didn't know how to give a proper enema!" she explained. She told me in some detail about how they only offered her Fleets and how she had to request a bag enema. She said: "They couldn't even come up with a nurse who knew how to do it!" She had to talk them through the procedure.

She asked if I had had a similar experience and I flushed and only could come out with the fact that I had had enemas as a child, but it had been some time since my last.

She told me: "Young man you never outgrow your need for a good cleansing." She obviously was hinting at something, but I failed to respond and changed the subject.

I returned to school shortly after this and when I came back to work in the summer, she did not show up anymore.

To this day I wonder where that conversation might have led.

FYI for two doubters --- the situation is factual, but my residence is not that central Illinois community, although I do live in Illinois, the northern area, I'm sort of paranoid about using the name of my small town ... reasoning should be obvious to anyone who lives in a small town ... even an alias can not hide a person, right?. Hope no one minds. Regarding the situation, the story is true, although the verbage has been somewhat imbellished. Yes, Janice was invited to "babysit me," mom trusted her to the enth degree ... little did she know, right? And yes, we exchanged enemas that day (and many times after did recreatiional enemas). After our years of a delightful relastionship, she went south to a major university, I went north to a little university near Sun Prairie. LOL. Just a question ... can we still be friends?

Donald, I lived in a block from Lake Mendota. I know that "little" University near Sun Prairie. LOL If you are going to fictionalize a story, just say the names and places were changed. I am from a community in Illinois as well. Hence, I picked up on the misspelling of Champaign right away. I could start guessing about the local college in Northern Illinois, but I won't. NIU is not a small college. 😃

Many years ago I dated a girl who once made the remark "You can do anything you want to me." Later on when we were doing it dogie style she said "You know there is another hole there." I was very naive at that time and had no idea what she was talking about. The next time I talked to her she said that I wasn't "macho" enough for her and it was over. If I knew then what I know now everything would have been a lot different.

I also missed an opportunity when I was 16. I could have asked an older woman I was with at he house in another state. She needed me to stay with her old father while she did some things and was gone several days. She wanted to know if I needed anything when she got back and I ached to suggest an enema but was too shy. This was in Chapel Hill in the 1960's.

Years ago, I dated a gal for a short period who enjoyed anal sex, but I was too shy (I guess you could call it that) to ask if she would enjoy an enema, or would like to give me one. Thought about that one many times after that. My guess is that she might have enjoyed both. Damn....a real missed opportunity.

Right after I started college there was a girl I met online who I emailed with quite a bit about enemas. She was really into it, and it was really hot. Her mom was a flight attendant who was also into enemas, and sometimes she went along on her mom's flights. We talked a little about meeting for enemas when she and her mom were in town, but it never went beyond "maybe it would be fun to do it someday." Now, of course, I wish we had set up a meeting! I think I would have had to be the one to set it up, her family did enough enemas that she was getting some on her own, it was more rare for me. Wish I had done it at the time, but live and learn. I'm happy now, that's all I can ask for.

Did her mom fly for US Airways? I think I chatted with her mom on another website.

I used to date this girl back in high school. I don't remember how it happened, but one time we were sitting around and for some reason she said something about how she was going to have to give me an enema, jokingly. I ended up breaking up with her not too long after that, for a totally different reason. I'll just say the girl was a complete moron and I couldn't stand talking to her. She just didn't stimulate my mind in any way whatsoever. A few years later it totally clicked in my mind. As dumb as she was, she actually knew what an enema was. That could only mean one thing: She was raised on enemas. Her mother was very old fashioned, so I bet her mother gave her an enema all the time. She was probably used to them by then, they were just a regular part of her life. If I had stayed with her, I would have had a girl who would have gladly participated in my disgusting fetish, both giving and receiving. If only I could have gotten past her level of intellect. We probably could have had a lot of fun.

I also posted this story on my blog, but when I was in college I was dating a girl and we were watching an episode of MASH where the colonel's horse got an enema. My girl friend knew immediately what was happening even though on TV the word enema was never said. Sometime later I realized that she was opening the conversation but I was too naive to take her up discussing it. What a chance plus she was a real looker, too.

Years ago I was rushed to the hospital for caughing up blood, they kept me to do some tests, once admitted a nurse came in to ask questions, when she asked about a BM my mother quickly said yes he has had one. I think she must have known I like enemas then.

I believe that Champaign Ill was the home of the Enema Bandit in the late 60's or early 70's. it made the news but was never caught by the authorities, Perf use to sneak into girls dorms and administer enemas .

I believe that Champaign Ill was the home of the Enema Bandit in the late 60's or early 70's. it made the news but was never caught by the authorities, Perf use to sneak into girls dorms and administer enemas .

He was caught and convicted in 1975. Served 6 years and was paroled in 1981.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_H._Kenyon

Wonder if he lurks among us here.