A female friend into enemas recently told me about an experience she had in the 1970s. She was in a department store in Allentown, Pennsylvania, Hess's I believe, that had a department that sold non-prescription drugs. The woman in front of her in the check out had a selection of laxatives.
My friend saw the possibilities and struck up a conversation with the woman who was in her late 20's or early 30's. The woman admitted to having constipation problems, and how nothing seemed to be helping. My friend ceased the moment and asked if she had tried an enema. The answer was that she had heard about them but didn't know anything about them.
Now my friend was known for her ability to talk people into taking an enema, but these were men and women she had known for a while and had been intimate with.
She told me she was really turned on at the prospect of giving the woman an enema, but thought it would go no further than idle conversation. To her surprise the woman wanted to know more and my friend told her if she wanted she could help her. Her first thought was she would just be giving the woman information on how to take an enema, but as she described the process, and saw the woman was looking for a solution (pun intended) to her problem she volunteered to administer.
After a bit of reluctance the woman said she wanted to try it, and my friend told her if she would come to her apartment near Muhlenberg College, she had the equipment and could give her an enema. They agreed to meet later in the day, my friend expecting a no-show.
When the appointed hour came, the rather attractive woman knocked on her door. My friend had everything ready, knowing if the woman didn't show, she could enjoy the enema by herself. Well the woman had a thousand questions, and my friend was so excited at the possibility she said she got so wet she was afraid it would soak through her jeans!
Enthusiasm turned into a bit of reluctance, and my friend thought she had blown the opportunity, but being fully aroused told the woman that if it made her more comfortable she would demonstrate by giving herself an enema.
The woman's reaction was stunning, and for a moment it seemed like she was going to bolt out the door, but with a little coaxing she agreed to watch, with the caveate that she could leave if it really bothered her.
By this time my friend could see curiosity was overcoming fear, so she filled the bag, took off her jeans and panties and started the process. The woman went from cowering across the room to moving in for a closer look. My friend threw caution to the wind and started rubbing herself. The effect was better than expected as the woman moved in and got a very close look at what was going on. She commented, you really like this, don't you, and my friend answered in the affirmative.
With the bag empty, and my friend moving to the toilet she expected the woman might leave, but to her surprise she stayed with her, sort of mesmerized by what was going on.
Now with the enema and expelling complete it was time to play nurse.
By this time the woman had lost most of her inhabitions and appeared somewhat turned on by the process. My friend had her assume the position, left side, etc., and took the opportunity to perform a digital exam.
First thing after lubricating and inserting a finger it became obvious not only was the woman constpated, she was, in fact, impacted. The finger was, however, getting a few moans.
My friend told the woman she was impacted and was going to change to a douche nozzle to try to get beyond the bolus of stool in her rectum. My friend said she didn't get an answer one way or another, so she changed the nozzle and worked it in. Knowing what she was up against she had mixed a hot and soapy solution.
With the nozzle in, and the woman relaxed she started the water, the woman immediately wanted her to stop, saying she couldn't take it. Now my friend had a bit of experience, so she got the woman to relax, telling her she needed to take at least half the bag for it to do any good. So it went open and close the clamp for multiple times until enough water was in to open things up, then with about a quarter of the bag in, the rest went in pretty easily, a full two quarts.
Once it was in the woman relaxed and held it a few minutes followed by a mad dash to the toilet.
My friend had told her not to flush so she could check the results, and she said there was so much hard feces in the toilet she was amazed the woman had been able to take the full two quarts. Showing the woman the results it didn't take much convincing that she needed another, which lead to a total of three fillings. By the last filing my friend was able to intimately touch the woman, who had become very aroused by the entire process.
It turned out the woman was recently married and was having a lot of constipation problems now that she was having intercourse on a regular basis, it also turned out, to my friends delight, she had bisexual feelings and had wanted to have sex with another woman.
So for about two years the woman and my friend had a lesbian relationship with lots of enemas, but the woman broke off the relationship when she became pregnant.
You might wonder why I haven't mentioned any names, even first names, it's because both of the women were well known in the Allentown Bethlehem area, and if you know about a publisher who committed suicide when he found out his wife was cheating on him, you will know who one of the women I am writing about is. One more clue, her mother lived to be 109.