Just got to have it, NOW!

Wound up at the fiancés grandmothers house for dinner tonight. Went to use the bathroom. Something told me to look in her old steel cabinet and pay attention to detail. As I glanced at the bottom of it underneath the roll of toilet paper was a vintage still with box faultless bag. I closed the doors I was so excited I found it. Before we left I looked again this time I had to see what was attached I found a second even old bf Goodrich bag with the old red hose attached to it. I couldn’t tell what nozzle was on it but I did see the old chrome clamp. The faultless did have a douche nozzle connected. Hopefully down the road I will some how Inherit these two bags. I would love to know if they were ever used as enema bags. I would love to be on the receiving end of one from her grandmother.

If I was not a Mother, a wife, a dog owner, a home owner, and a boss, I would probably be taking enemas every 6 weeks or so.

Now I get 6 weeks of blur, where the days start to run together.

@diamond: She knows that I take enemas, but disapproves of them. She has said in the past that the thought of me taking a enema makes her physically ill, so I take them being careful to keep them private.

Wow: sound exactly my first wife! I had to sneak my enemas as well back then.

I have a wife and she's anal oriented, but she disapproves of my enema fetish. Want to play and try out my new Model B but can't get any me time. It's been a long dry spell so I feel like a newbie. Any ideas?

Just go into the bathroom and lock the door. If she is not into all your anal games, she does not have to join in, but she should allow you to do the things you enjoy.

About an hour ago I had another one of those "just got to have it" moments. I made some coffee for an enema the other day which is in the fridge. Been waiting for days to get it in me. Today after we went shopping my wife went in to take a nap. I want that coffee but decided that perhaps a cleanout first would be in order to better retain the coffee. Put about 2 tablespoons of baby shampoo in the bag and filled with very warm water and preceded to fill myself with a completely inserted douche nozzle and 2 quarts while sitting on the toilet. I just LOVE the feeling of the warm solution flowing though and filling my colon. I usually take the whole bag without stopping and just work my stomach muscles to keep the water flowing if any cramping occurs. After the bag flattened, I removed the nozzle and just sat there awhile until the urges built up and then flushed after expelling to keep the odor minimized which my wife objects to maybe more that the enemas themselves. Well I thought I'd wait a little before the coffee, which is why I'm here now, but wife though still napping, seems to be a little restless so I guess I'd be pushing my luck to try for the coffee right now. Oh well, not a total loss. Had a wonderful, really satisfying enema which has slightly diminished the "got to have it" moment. Still want that coffee but I guess I'll just have to wait for another opportunity. Will have to take another cleanout enema though first, oh darn! --he,he,he!

Like many others who have joined this discussion post seemingly most have experienced the ' got to have it now ' moment . Good to hear from the shares that so many of us go on to address that ' NOW ' moment / habit with a follow up as to the reality . For me , all begins with the ' thought ' of an enema which in itself is exciting . If there is some delay due to schedules and / or guests in the home I will try to proceed ' ASAP ' . My best times as I am a ' day person ' is mid-morning or early afternoon with the confines of my home being so quiet and private . If my ' day ' is obligated , and often it is , then I opt for ' an hour before bedtime ' the point being that my ' just have to have it ' thoughts and desires will become reality even though at times ' deferred ' .

Short answer: absolutely.

Enemas and anal fun are perpetually on my mind. Sometimes in the background and I’ll find that there are many times when, out of the blue, the “gotta have one now” feeling pops up. Other times when my mind is consumed with fun things, maybe through thumbing through Zity of chit-chatting with friends here, my desire reaches a “gotta have one now” pinnacle. If I’m fortunate enough that the circumstances support me scratching the itch, I’ll drop what I’m doing and make a bee line for my bucket and a nozzle. There’s nothing more frustrating than being unable to satisfy one’s cravings right then and there.