Vacation Enemas

When me, my sister, her girlfriend, and the girlfriend's niece go to visit mom and dad we carry a bag. That is as much vacation as we get. Mom always cooks a lot. But like when my sister goes on trips for the bank she works for she never carries a bag. I always ask her just to watch her blush. She says she is afraid security would open her luggage.

I don't fly with a bag anymore but when I did I once got to my destination and someone from the TSA had opened my stuff and taken all the connectors for the tubing to try and keep me from using it. I simply went to Home Depot and bought some brass ones and carried out my mission. This was over a decade ago and I doubt if they would go to that trouble today. I was cussing them though!

I always get constipated when I'm on a vacation. I always wait until I get home to do an enema.

My wife insists that I carry at least one of my enema bags every time we travel. She says at least one enema a day keeps my mood in check and she likes it better when my mood does not disrupt our travels! I enjoy it too!

Quite often I become constipated when I travel . . . one time after 3 days without I bowel movement, my significant other went to a local pharmacy and bought an enema kit . . . I could not wait to get back to where we were staying for a good clean out.

We don't get vacations so have no need for vacation enemas.

The last “vacation” we had was 7 or so years ago. The kids were along for the 3 day adventure. No chance for privacy to do anything if it was needed. It would have had to wait until we returned home.

My wife and i went to florida a few months back staying on the beach at a airbnb near clearwater when i notice it had a 1½ baths and i would have 1 to myself.i decided for the 1st time to take 2 enema bags and several extra of my favorite nozzles with.it was a wonderful vacation besides regular sex i was able to enjoy several series of enemas it was just a great getaway .we r going back again in oct 22 and i will b bringing my bags with again

My mom would use a suppository or soap stic on me when on trips. I remember one time we were stopped at a rest area. All it had were outhouses and I wouldn't go in because it smelled so bad and all the “holes” were alongside each other (no seperation).

I wouldn't go in, so my mom took me over to a picnic table, put me over knee and gave me a soap stick. I squirmed for a half hr before relenying and ran to the outhouse bare-bottomed. It wasn't a private poop. I don't remember how many holes there were people walking past/sitting down next to me the whole time. After that, my mom got a little poopy pot for me to do my business on, usually in the open next to the car. If I didn't have to poop, she would give me somethingvto make me go so we didn't have to stop again for a few hours.