In the past few months I have 'come out' to a good friend of mine about my love of enemas and also my weekly sessions. She has suffered from IBS for some time and is not squeamish about bathroom habits. As she says, "Be close to your poo...!" She even sent me a full bottle of Dr. Bronner's peppermint soap (it is almost impossible to find here in Greece). She has talked about her enema experiences when she was younger for the health benefits and how her family used coffee enemas occasionally for health and detoxing. In a few days I am returning to the USA for a month and half. She lives a few hours from where I will be staying but I hope to see her for a short visit while I am in the area. This is the fantasy...I visit her home. We are having a good time, catching up on stories, our lives and all that. The subject gradually turns towards my 'spa-time', as I call it. She asks if I have had my enema session this week and I reply that I have, but it was a few days ago. She then asks if I would like to have one while visiting. I say 'of course but I didn't bring any of my own equipment.' She says that it is alright since I can use her gear and would I like some help from her? The fantasy continues in the typical fashion, but the overwhelming feeling is a sense of closeness and intimacy achieved during the afternoon session with her. It is gentle, therapeutic and not overtly sexual, but rather sensual and calm. We are two friends with similar GI disturbances just sharing an afternoon of colonic health. We trade off, back and forth, and give each other three enemas each. The next day we are having lunch with her mother and the subject once again turns to enemas and we talk openly and truthfully about the session the day before. The mother says that perhaps she could administer a round of cleansing enemas later in the afternoon. We all agree that it would be a good thing and very relaxing. The afternoon's events consist of her mother giving us each a thorough clean-out followed by two coffee enemas. I get to help/watch while my friend receives her enemas and vise-a-versa. It is such a nice, intimate time. We all grow closer as a result and remain life-long friends bonded by this experience. Really lovely. If there is anything sexual involved it is incidental, like an erection for me or a small orgasm for her, but no kinks. I imagine the sessions to be very similar to the Collector movies...just us 'girls' hanging out. How fun that would be!The only thing that is keeping me from asking her to help out would be the loss of a wonderful, already existing, friendship. For now I will keep it a fantasy and when we meet in the next few weeks, let things transpire organically and not push it.