Several years ago, I read the essays by a couple members who enjoyed the long, slow, solo sessions and decided when the opportunity presented itself, I would try this. I wanted a full day to myself ... a day when I was off from work and I knew my hubby would not return home unexpectedly. When he told me the date of a business trip out west, I knew my wish had been granted . I was getting myself overly excited just thinking about this, I tingled all over.
At 6 a.m. on the appointed day, he left home after several passionate kisses, more than a few hugs and many caresses.
He phoned about 10, saying he was calling from 25,000 feet somewhere over Missouri and heading west ... I told him to have a good time ... he just laughed and said, “You too.”
Because I love to be naked at home, I had previously gotten rid of all my apparel, had already selected the enema nozzles I wanted to use, went into the bathroom, filled my two-quart bag with a warm, soapy solution, and cleaned my system with two nice enemas ... It felt so good. That took about 45 minutes ... now for the fun part.
I set up my laptop on the bed, the IV stand next to it, refilled the bag with warm, clear water, hung it from the pole, cued in a good enema video suggested by another member of this site, plugged the silver bullet nozzle into my very lubricated anal opening, started the video and opened up the tube ... it was hard for my hand to stay away from caressing myself ... and it didn’t ... I almost brought myself to orgasm, but didn’t ... the bag took about 10 minutes to empty ... but I left the nozzle inserted and continued to enjoy the 30-minute video of the two women ... I was wishing my sister was here ... she would have enjoyed this.
When cramping started, I moved to the bathroom with the IV stand, bag and nozzle still in my butt ... withdrew the nozzle and enjoyed a leisurely evacuation of my system.
So relaxing and enjoyable.
Refilling the bag in anticipation of refilling myself ... I opted to take one enema standing up in the bathroom, somewhat like my sister and I did in our early teens.
The silver bullet felt so good during insertion ... the water flow was nice ... the evacuation over a slightly longer period of time giving me time to contemplate my next chapter of this adventure.
Marching the IV stand and fully-loaded bag back to the bedroom, I also selected one my favorite vibrators to insert ... I knew what to expect which made this even more exciting. I was hoping I would last much longer than the previous enemas.
After lubing the nozzle and wrapping it around the bag, I took some of the KY Jelly, coated by vibrator and also its point of entry, inserted it, but did not turn it on .... YET!
Stretched out on my back on the bed, drawing my legs up, I inserted the nozzle ... such a good feeling ... then turned on the vibrator to SLOW ... My thoughts were simple as the buzzing device made my juices flow, ‘I’m not going to last very long’ ... then I opened the hose to ‘slow flow’ and continued to enjoy the moments.
My hands touched in the most tender spots around my vibrator which was driving me to ecstasy, I promised myself I wouldn’t turn off the vibrator until the bag was empty ... hoping I could last that long.
My legs were kicking, I was squirming, I had no idea when the bag emptied, but I refused to turn off the vibrator because my body was flying to heights that only my husband had been able to achieve for me when we made love. I thought about him, how he would have loved doing this ... I didn’t know how long I could last ... I know I had at least two orgasms and I still didn’t pull the vibrator or the enema nozzle ... finally, I shut off the vibrator, but left the nozzle in ... so good, so dangerous ... how would I explain any unusual stains on the mattress if I had an accident.
I massaged myself, the vibrator still in me but turned off, bringing myself to the edge of yet another orgasm ... then over the edge ... then some cramping ... I walked to the bathroom like I was 10 months PG, pushing the IV stand, vibrator still in place ... contemplating how I was going to handle this once I sat down to purge myself.
I pulled the nozzle, left the vibrator in place, gushed water, decided to turn on the vibrator ... big mistake ... in a matter of seconds I was on the verge of another orgasm ... enough already ... I pulled it out ... it’s sensations massaging my hand ... awesome.
Even after I purged myself, I decided I didn’t want to stand up ... I was exhausted ... thinking a shower would be nice I turned on the water and stepped under the spray ... so good, so very good.
What next?
How about a vibrator in my butt ... I had a small, six-inch one I like to keep in my purse ... and then I fished the nine-inch dildo my hubby bought as a goft ... checked that the batteries in each unit were still good ... ah, success ... lubed the small vibrator, turned it on, inserted ... oh gosh, it just felt so good ... I always loved when my hubby inserted his fingers, this wasn’t quite as good but it was more than satisfactory.
The dildo was another project ... lubing it reminded my of my husband, although he was not that big ... I turned it on, watched the tip bob and sway, inserted it ... gee, I don’t think I’ll be able to even make it to the bedroom to enjoy this.
Walking like a duck (gee, I must have looked funny), I made it to the bed, lowered myself gently so as not to hurt myself with both items going ... laid back and just exploded in ecstacy as the dildo did what it was supposed to do.
I don’t know if I was vocal, but I’m sure I was somewhat loud ... which I could be ... but no harm because these are the benefits of rural living.
The dildo had reached the point where it was 100 percent in motion ... I couldn’t anymore ... I shut it off. Rolling on my side, I extracted the anal vibrator ... rolled on my back, slammed my legs together and began moving them. The dildo, despite being shut off, still did it’s job ... I came again ... this one much gentler, but still an orgasm.
I thought this had to cease ... I extracted it ... laid it next to the little unit and looked at them ... why the words ‘thank you’ came from my lips I don’t know.
I was exhausted ... I needed to rest ... several enemas, vibrator insertions, hand massages ... it was all too much.
I brought up another video on my laptop ... watched as a ‘doctor’ gave this girl an enema with a bulb syringes ... it was good and I had myself touching my frontal area ... she didn’t have an orgasm but I did ... yet another one as I buried my fingers into the folds between my legs ... how great.
Trying to recoup my strength, I watched bits of several other enema videos, then a couple spanking videos (I still can’t understand the joy of pain, but different strokes for different folks), and a couple girl-girl mutual masturbation videos ... again, videos are nice, but there’s nothing like the real first-person thing ... I shut off the laptop and went back into the bathroom to clean up anything I had used.
As I rinsed the colon tube, my thoughts were to try an enema with this ... the bag filled with clear water, the tube attached, lubed, I bent over, pressing it into my opening, further, further, almost all the tube went into me ... I opened the clamp, the water in the tube had cooled and gave me a bit of a shock, but when the warm water hit my insides, high up in the channel, it felt so good.
As the water massaged my inside, I massage my loving area ... even before the bag was empty I was to yet another orgasm ... how good was this feeling ... it was unexplainable.
As the bag went flat, I simply stood, waiting for some internal reaction ... and touching myself ... good feeling just never stop ... I was ripe again to explode ... and did ... oh my, so good.
It was difficult to quit ... but I finally withdrew the colon tube ... it felt as good come out as it did going in ... I sat down ... nothing ... waited ... nothing happened ... I became concerned until some liquid seeped from my anus ... I relaxed ... then a gush ... an almost constant gush as most of the two quarts of water rushed out of my body ... I just rested back against the toilet ... exhaustion hit me, total exhaustion.
My thoughts were that I must have been giving myself enemas and enjoyment for at least a couple hours. The clock in the bathroom read 3:35 .... had I actually been doing this for five hours.
I went a laid down on the bed, trying to recoup my strength. This idea of a long, slow, relaxing enema session had its merits ... but it was still exhausting.
While my thoughts about this should have been to rest, they went immediately to ‘when would the next time be.’
I enjoyed this so much ... maybe my sister would like to partner in a long session the next time the guys wanted to go on an overnight fishing trip, or to some full-day golfing or going to a sports event.
“I’ll call her tomorrow ... I already knew what her answer would be ... we would begin planning our sister-sister full-day.