I'm in my mid-60s and married to a lovely lady who does not share my interest, which goes back to my earliest memories.
I've has many very satisfying enema experiences with the ladies in the years between my two marriages. While I'm not in a situation where I can search for or enjoy an enemamate, I have found much pleasure in recent years visiting colonic clinics!
There's nothing that beats the erotic feelings of having a lady order you on your left side, feeling the cool air on your rectum when she spreads you cheeks and pauses to visually inspect you before inserting her lube coated finger into your anus.
All the while describing to you what good condition your sphincter muscles are in and saying she is going to massage your rectum a little to help it relax before she tries it insert the large speculum.
I tell you, the erotic feelings and delightful sensations in your bottom can't be beat.
If you are lucky, your technician will understand the pleasure she is giving you and will take extra time inserting the speculum -- giving you more electrifying anal stimulation.
I turn on my left side but turn to look over my shoulder to make eye contact with my administrator and to watch the expressions on her face. One giver even asked me to hold my hips apart for her. I gladly did so as I have exhibitionist tendencies and watched her face as she took her time lubing her double gloved finger, lubing the large speculum and then turning her attention to my waiting, parted bottom.
She then told me I was going to feel her finger as she inserted her index finger as deeply as possible, twisted it around, wiggled it a bit before slowly pulling it out announcing that I was tight in there and she thought I could use more lube.
With that she squeezed another glob of Vaseline from a nearby tube and reinserted her finger. I tell you that nothing could beat the sensations in my ass and the look of horny lust on her face as she worked her finger back inside my rectum, looked up and smiled at me and returned her attention to my bottom that I still had fully stretched open for her view.
When she began the insertion of the speculum, she tried to convince me she needed to go very slowly as not to hurt my tight anus. I was out of my mind with the exquisite sensation and the expressions on her face.
After the speculum was fully inserted, she instructed me to stay on my left side for the first two fill ups to take the most water possible. Of course, I made every effort to drink in as much water as possible to be greeted with praises from this woman who was giving me the colonic ride of my life.
I began releasing on the first evacuation and was given more praise as a good patient.
After turning onto my back, she kept her hold of the speculum, wiggled it a little from time to time reassuring herself it was still fully inserted in my bottom.
With her left hand, she massaged my stomach and made eye contact with approving smiles throughout the process.
We talked about colonics, the health aspects, the pleasurable aspects and her own colonic experiences. Of course, I asked her all the pertinent questions I could tactfully ask and she wasn't shy in telling the details.
After I had been seeing her every few months for her special treatments, she regaled me with many stories of other clients -- male and female -- while obviously she also enjoyed the great colonic experience.
The most erotic story she ever told me was about her experience while taking colonic training. She and the other students in her class, as a part of training, gave each other colonics under the watchful eye of their instructor and even got to practice their new skills on members of the school staff, including their instructor.
She admitted she was bisexual and enjoyed performing the procedure on both her one male and three female classmates as well as her attractive female instructor who greatly enjoyed her colonics.
After two wonderful years with this gal, she moved out of state with her husband who took another job. I miss her tender care and the hours of pleasure she gave me.
I still get the occasional colonic from a female technician but nothing can beat the enjoyment I received from that young woman, but, alas, hope springs eternal. . . .