"Enemas? Really?"

It’s been a busy and emotionally challenging past couple of weeks for me and a stressful one at that. Having to come to accept those things beyond my control is part of my personality that irks me to no end and I do not like having to do this. But I did.

My husband and I were hoping to spend an entire week with friends out of town with whom we are very intimate with since we began our ‘sexploration’. We did manage to get away for the prior weekend but had to cut short our visit when my husband had some wells and engineering matters that popped up because of whatever. I also had some problems with the woman who was tending my shop having to leave, but that was taken care of.

As it was, my husband I were able to spend some quality time with our couples. One couple, very dear friends of ours for ages, was going on a ‘trip down Memory Lane’ to revisit old memories and make some new ones. All total there were three couples and we all wanted to spend as much intimate time with one another as possible before we had to leave. My husband and I were ‘late to the party’ because our ‘homey’ friends had started their journey early because they didn’t want to have to deal with the drama of a right sodding bitch having a temper tantrum and my friend wanted to leave before it got ugly. My friend is dealing with health issues of her own but is far more concerned with that of her beloved husband and she had grown weary and did not want to deal with the drama but continue on with her remaining days with her beloved. 🌹

Our ‘away’ hosts opened up their home to us and they are a favourite couple of my husband and I. 🌹 They are opposites of each other in size with him being over 6’5” and her at just 5’0” and their temperaments complement each other. He is very much a ‘gentle giant’ who is slow to anger but quicker to make peace once the source of anger is removed. She is quiet and contemplative and attributes this to her profound deafness and ability to count to 10. ? Besides having sexual fetishes in common with one another, my husband and I also share some things in common which include the loss of our first-born children to one thing or another. Ours to a birth defect and theirs to a war but knowing the loss of a child matters not when all is said and done as to how we lost them. We just did and it is not something to be wished upon anyone.

For my part, I lost myself in making sure that I saw, felt, hear, tasted, those loving couples in every way imaginable and with abandon. I was not only acting as if I was the biggest whore on the face of the planet, because it wasn’t an act at all. That last week and weekend before was the alignment of the world my husband and I have made for ourselves and the worlds made by two other loving couples for themselves and with which they shared with us. 🌹 Every single thrust, every suck, every touch, every caress, was mine as if it was the last time I would get to experience each of them. Who knows? It is for certain that I do not know, but they were there for me to enjoy and I did so with not one regret. More than anything it was an emotional experience for me.

And perhaps that is why I have not felt the need to put down the graphic details of that time. To be sure I was naked at all times and accessible to those who would have me at their whim or slightest wish. I was theirs to have and use just as much as they were mine to have and use and cherish. 🌹 It is now part of my own ‘memory lane’. 🌹 🌹 🌹

So @Wolf2007 I hope this answers or addresses some of your thoughts expressed to me in your always welcome and wonderful PM’s. 🌹 🌹 🌹

As for you @Dahiana ? sometimes you need to step outside of your circle and communicate with a friend about what is on your mind or in your soul. There are those out there who can confide in a friend outside of the ‘circle’ or marriage in truly platonic ways that are every bit as emotionally satisfying and supportive while ‘remaining true’. But EB is a friend who has total access to me but is a gentleman 🌹 while I got things sorted out in my mind about what I needed and wanted. He’s very good at ‘reading’ me purposely or perhaps subconsciously pushed me to the edge where I invoked my ‘total access privileges and rights’ on him to the point where I threw myself at him like the slut I am and 😈 communicated 😈 to him, my exact words, ‘I want us to fuck each other like fucking animals!’ I wasn’t sure just what all that entailed. I just wanted the drama, sorrow, echoes of right sodding bitches, feelings of rage, hopelessness, to be ‘fucked’ away.

I got that when EB owned every bit of me. 🌹 😈 🌹 That fading little bit of bruise around my nipple, the wonderful ache in the muscles of my thighs, that purple suckle mark on the back of my neck, the now fading bite mark on my left cheek of my bum, and the fading tenderness and sensitivity around my clit and my anus, makes things so much more focused for me.

I now truly know what it is like to fuck and to be fucked like an animal. It’s a new chapter for me to fuck and be fucked like that where after all is said and done and the last spasm of an orgasm is done and the mist of lust has cleared away, you’re in the arms of someone who cares. 🌹

When my husband gets back, he is going to learn just what that means and we are going to redefine and fine-tune what was unlocked in me and make it part of us. 🌹

@Ms_Lila, " I now truly know what it is like to fuck and to be fucked like an animal. It’s a new chapter for me to fuck and be fucked like that where after all is said and done and the last spasm of an orgasm is done and the mist of lust has cleared away, you’re in the arms of someone who cares. 🌹 "

and

For my part, I lost myself in making sure that I saw, felt, hear, tasted, those loving couples in every way imaginable and with abandon. I was not only acting as if I was the biggest whore on the face of the planet, because it wasn’t an act at all. That last week and weekend before was the alignment of the world my husband and I have made for ourselves and the worlds made by two other loving couples for themselves and with which they shared with us. 🌹 Every single thrust, every suck, every touch, every caress, was mine as if it was the last time I would get to experience each of them. Who knows? It is for certain that I do not know, but they were there for me to enjoy and I did so with not one regret. More than anything it was an emotional experience for me.

🌹

@Ms_Lila somehow that 🌹 just wasn't enough.

You're beautiful when you're naked. 🌹 🌹 And I'm not just talking about not wearing your clothes. 😉

You old people can really write. 😉 I had to add that otherwise someone might think I was becoming tactful. 😁 😁 😁

You old people can really write. 😉 I had to add that otherwise someone might think I was becoming tactful. 😁 😁 😁

@Dahiana no worries. 😉 I'll keep your secret but I don't think you'll be getting any Christmas cards from AARP. 😁 😁 😁

So @Wolf2007 I hope this answers or addresses some of your thoughts expressed to me in your always welcome and wonderful PM’s. 🌹 🌹 🌹

@Ms_Lila, you have, indeed, answered some of my thoughts, even as I wish you well in your exploration of life, love, sex and existence itself!

EB left a bit ago after helping me with the Saturday delivery. We have given each other total access to the other and only my husband has more privileges and liberties with me. Others have ‘limited permissions or situational permissions but only my husband has the ultimate total access to me. He is my number one. 🌹

When EB came over to assist with the delivery he asked me to remove all of my clothing and I did so. 🌹 No questions asked, and it did not occur to me to ask why, he wanted me naked and that was enough. I’m naked.

I’m also very clean, inside and out. ? I also have more insight into the inner workings of men’s minds. And they say we are a strange lot.

Some weeks ago, I posted a meme where a man stood behind a woman and was fondling her breasts and kissing her on the neck. The words said that ‘With the right person, there is no inappropriate behaviour.’

https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/173655

Since my husband and I have begun our ‘sexploration’ those people, for each of us, has expanded somewhat beyond our vows and what we learn from others we are intimate with, we bring back into our marriage. Together we refine what we experience with the others and we make it part of who we are and who we want to be as a couple when someday we look back upon our lives and decide whether to continue with our limited openness of our marriage. The sunset years or that time when we want to be alone with our intimacy and share who we have become together as part of our ‘sexploration.’

Because of our openness I’ve been able to learn new things, things neither my husband nor I would have ever thought to explore or try on our own. This zity.biz has been a good place to start or get some ideas but more importantly to read or see what others feel about things that interest me. Not just the how to, or how many, or the what to use and when, or how often, but what different people think and feel when they do these things.

I have friends or acquaintances that I can ask questions about any number of things. I have been having some notions about my husband and what his state of mind could be if I were to ask him to do something for me, out of the blue. It’s something I need to approach with him and I had at first thought it would be simple to ask him to do but I’ve read here in zity.biz that some things can be seen as part of or categorized as something to do with domination or submissiveness. Those two things D/s seem to be a major part of what people think here.

I did not feel remotely dominated by EB and I also did not feel submissive to him as I removed my clothing piece by piece. He does like it if I undress from the bottom up ? and knowing this I took off my clothing from my shoes and slacks, panties blouse, and finally bra, with him watching me all the while. He loves seeing me bottomless and I do linger there when I am naked from the waist down and I do a bit of a ‘walk and turn’ for him to fully appreciate what it is he enjoys. 😈 And make no mistake I thoroughly enjoy being, not just seen, but looked at, ‘memorized’, by those who see me naked. 🌹

When EB asked me to take my clothes off, I was flattered and honoured that he would want to see me naked and glad that he had enough faith and confidence in our relationship to ask me without hesitation and his enjoyment of my taking my clothes off wasn’t just purely sexual. He loved that I felt no hesitation about doing this simple request from him and for him to take off my clothes. Of course, when it came time to accept the delivery, I simply put on my work frock and we concluded our business, and then ‘got down to business.’ ? 😈

I was ‘on top’ of EB with an enema tube in my bum and he on his back beneath me as I straddled him with his enema tube in his bum 😈 as I ‘got mine’ and he ‘got his.’ And shortly afterwards when my mind cleared after the effects of a deep orgasm, I lay on top of him as he held me while we let our enemas finish their flow into both of us. I lay on him as he softened inside of me and his hands glided over my skin and we kissed. 🌹

It was our third enema of the night for the pair of us and EB’s body, particularly his kidneys, seem to process the excess water and his bladder makes it urgent for him to need to make a quick dash to the bathroom. 😁 😁 😁 His urgency could be partly my fault for laying atop of him with him having a full enema inside of him, some water being absorbed more fully from the previous two enemas, and maybe ? just maybe ? the weight of my body pressing down on his bladder with my trying to, maybe, prolong one last orgasm for myself. ? And done so with not one shred of mischievousness 😈 on my part to cause him to want to bolt out from underneath me with his enema tube in his bum and making a bee line to the bathroom to ‘let it all out.’ ? 😈 😁

My only regret was not having thought it completely through and following him into the bathroom so that I could help him ‘add to the water table’ of our part of the country. ☹ I probably could have made his stream do some interesting patterns in the bowl and practiced my penmanship, or penis-manship. ?

Men are far easier to get to open up once they have had a few orgasms and more prone to answer questions once they’ve ‘relaxed’ and while they ‘recharge.’ I would make a good interrogator. 😄

There have been, and will be, many times when I will pull EB’s jeans down to make it possible for me to take his penis into my mouth to have him ejaculate there or as a preparation for vaginal or anal, mostly anal ? sex. And the times when I have taken his clothes completely off are when we are preparing for our enemas or to have sex or both or just to lay naked with each other and enjoy our closeness. But there have been many times EB will ask me if he can take my clothes off or, now that he has been properly informed that asking me to remove my clothes is not necessary and to stop being a gentleman. Just take them off of me. 🌹 But many times I will take my clothes off in front of him and for him without having to be asked. I have also disrobed in front of friends and been given enemas or had sex with them with others looking on and I love it. 😄 😄 😄 But I also love it when someone, my husband or EB in particular, just ask me to take my clothes off without taking their own clothes off. Sometimes it feels as if I am in a D/s setting but most times not. I just love to be naked and enjoyed.

I told EB this tonight and what I didn’t tell him or ask him, is what would be his thoughts if I asked him to disrobe and not take my own clothes off any time quick. Would he be comfortable with this? Would he feel like he was being dominated and submissive? Would he want to feel this or do these thoughts pop into his head? Either of his heads? ? 😁 😁 😁 😈

And how many women like to be asked to take their clothes off ‘out of the blue’ just so the one asking can see them naked? Does it all boil down to D/s? Exhibitionism? Or do men or women prefer to have their clothes removed at the whim of another when there doesn’t seem to be a sexual reason, at the beginning?

How many men would just take their clothes off ‘just because’ the woman wanted to just see them naked or have them naked for no apparent reason other than us wanting you to be naked for us as we are for you?

Does it all have elements of D/s or can it be ‘just because’ and the one being asked doing it ‘just because’?

@Ms_Lila funny, aren't you the one always bitching about someone always being a "gentleman"? ?? If you have total access to each other, just ask EB to take his clothes off. ?? It's just the two of you, so just do it. ??

Or do men or women prefer to have their clothes removed at the whim of another when there doesn’t seem to be a sexual reason, at the beginning?

How many men would just take their clothes off ‘just because’ the woman wanted to just see them naked or have them naked for no apparent reason other than us wanting you to be naked for us as we are for you?

Does it all have elements of D/s or can it be ‘just because’ and the one being asked doing it ‘just because’?

To answer the questions (from my personal perspective only):

I have had my clothes removed on a whim or "just because." Both as a request that I remove them and as having them removed for me. In fact, I do sometimes joke that I am "the naked butt-ler" in terms of serving coffee, food, or whatever without clothes. There is no submissive or dominance to this "role." Just "manners" in that I like, and don't mind, being a gentleman that happens to serve coffee while I am naked. There is no sexual expectation in doing this. Rather, there is a certain pleasure (for me) in just being naked. I can only hope that there is an appreciation of my being naked.

Clearly, there may be a certain arousal factor that is beyond the control of the higher brain functions and that may be heightened by our programming of what to "expect" sexually in being naked before another. But that higher brain function programming assumes that there must be a sexual outcome rather than a sensual response of just enjoying seeing and being a naked human. I think of all the time I have spent on nude beaches, for example, and the level of comfort of being with people in a way that is/was devoid of clothing. There is no sexual expectation. Just the joy of being (naked).

There was one woman friend that admitted that it was "strange" seeing me clothed or even covered up in one of my swimsuits. We had spent so much time on this nude beach and had come to know each other there (as well as being friends with others on this same beach) that we were almost unrecognizable in clothing. Our naked time together didn't mean that there was anything sexually promised by our naked beach encounters though they certainly could lead to something more sexual (off the beach).

Not everyone is comfortable with this or can pull this off without the expectation that something sexual SHOULD or MUST be included. Whether it looks like a form of exhibitionism (on my part), it feels like just being comfortable in my own skin. When you can find it, though, it can be wonderful.

YMMV!

How many men would just take their clothes off ‘just because’ the woman wanted to just see them naked or have them naked for no apparent reason other than us wanting you to be naked for us as we are for you?

Does it all have elements of D/s or can it be ‘just because’ and the one being asked doing it ‘just because’?

@Ms_Lila, you ask, I obey. Just that simple!! 😈 😈

Hate to say it, but if you put it right many guys can be easy to manipulate sexually. Might not be as hard as you think.

@Enema_Runner said, " Not everyone is comfortable with this or can pull this off without the expectation that something sexual SHOULD or MUST be included. Whether it looks like a form of exhibitionism (on my part), it feels like just being comfortable in my own skin. When you can find it, though, it can be wonderful. "

and

@Wolf2007 wrote, " Not everyone is comfortable with this or can pull this off without the expectation that something sexual SHOULD or MUST be included. Whether it looks like a form of exhibitionism (on my part), it feels like just being comfortable in my own skin. When you can find it, though, it can be wonderful.

and

@moliere said, "Hate to say it, but if you put it right many guys can be easy to manipulate sexually. Might not be as hard as you think."

I've been talking to my husband about this and one of his first thoughts was that it would be awkward for him to do because he would fee vulnerable and not really know why it was that I wanted him to be naked for me, "... just because ..." He said that I would probably confuse him because when we are naked together it always seems to lead to sex. Then he asked me that question and I had to admit that I would be wondering why he wanted me naked and could it be something like a "power play" or just to make him feel in charge or dominate. He said that when he gets naked around me, it is usually us getting in the "nude" for love. He loves puns. 😕

My husband turned it around and asked me how I would feel if he just "out of the blue" asked me to take off all my clothes "... just because ..." He wanted to know what I would be thinking, and to tell you the truth I would be expecting that it would lead up to sex or some sort of power play (I don't know the correct term). I love looking at his body, scars and all, and how his muscles move when he walks, climbs stairs, reaches for something, and how he is built like a tan, muscular carrot beef cake than can bend a horseshoe with his bare hands. 🌹 😈 😜 Just to look at his body doing everyday things because, well, "... just because ..." I've asked him in the past to take his clothes off for me but it always ends in sex 😉 which is a good thing, but sometimes I wish I could just watch him do what he does while he is naked, "... just because."

When one of us is naked we have that idea that it will end in sex. I'm not sure, in talking to my husband, whether is an element of D/s if either of us would ask the other to, "... get naked ..." But I suppose that there is and my husband thinks of himself as, if not dominate, at least not being dominated by someone, me included. And I think that is where we are "hung up" with trying to work out how we would feel if either of us wanted to see the other naked, "... just because ..." Our talks are helping each other to understand that we genuinely do just love to look at each other naked and that maybe a "NOR" (Naked On Request) would be something we could do for each other without some bullshit psychological label like dominate or submissive being attached to it.

It may end up being sex, anyway, but one thing we are clear on about that is, "That's ok for sure!" 🌹 It would be something just between us but we need to make sure neither of us is playing little power-trip mind games, unless that is what we are trying to do. 😈

@Dahiana

I don't want to distract too much from Ms_Lila's thread. I will say this: there is nothing wrong with getting naked (more or less automatically) leading to sex and it shouldn't be taken as demonstrating that there is some personal deficiency in lack of "self-control." Rather, it points to strong "hardwired" responses layered with the programming that we receive throughout our lives. That it naturally leads to you and your husband being sexual is what the hardwiring and programming is all about. It does not make it wrong or show that either one of you is weak, dominant, or submissive.

The thread that weaves this together is in your response:

"I love looking at his body, scars and all, and how his muscles move when he walks, climbs stairs, reaches for something, and how he is built like a tan, muscular carrot beef cake than can bend a horseshoe with his bare hands." There it is, simple and elegantly stated. Those descriptors about what you like and notice mean something to you. Wouldn't that still be there if it didn't end in sex every time? Do you think that he has a comparable statement and feeling about you?

And none of that has anything to do with dominance or submission unless and until the meanings/descriptors have that implied or explicit connotation. Remember, we create our experience of who we are through (the programming of) language. And in this context, "just because" is "just...be...cause."

Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.

I don't think I'm ever going to learn to take my own advice sometimes. 😕 I read your replies and thoughts and came up with the idea of actually 'talking' to EB and asked him how it would make him feel if I asked him out of the blue to take all of his clothes off for me without my doing so myself. EB thought about that for a few moments and simply said that he wold probably feel 'naked'. 😧

Just that one word answer, 'naked'.

Well, it was clear as day to me that he failed to take into consideration all of the nuances, the thought, global implications of my just asking him to take off all of his clothes just because I simply wanted to see him naked! I wanted to make sure he grasped the gravity of the situation should I ever ask him to disrobe just so I could see him naked. He had to know the soul searching I did and the concern I had about his feelings should I just one day ask him to take off his clothes and visit with me while I did whatever it was at the moment and with or without the promise of my reciprocating by taking of my clothes.

AT LAST! 😄 I got through to him and I could tell by the look on his face. 🌹 Then he asked me if I was wanting him to take his clothes off right then but too shy to ask? 😮 His next question was, '... why did I roll my eyes?'

EB took his clothes off. All of them. 😈 And we had a good long talk and I believe I answered his question as to why it was always so cold down on the shop floor and area. For your information, men's testicles do retract when exposed to a chill or as EB described it, 'fucking freezing', temperatures. 😁

EB's last thought on the subject was that we had a 'TOTAL ACCESS' agreement with each other and he figured that NOD,naked on demand, was part of it.

We took the conversation and discussion upstairs where it was warmer.

I agree , get naked = let's have sex.

@Ms_Lila

If it makes you feel any better, I'd be happy to get naked for you, just because.

@Ms_Lila said, "

EB's last thought on the subject was that we had a 'TOTAL ACCESS' agreement with each other and he figured that NOD,naked on demand, was part of it.

We took the conversation and discussion upstairs where it was warmer."

And was that all?

And was that all?

No.

😈

We took the conversation and discussion upstairs where it was warmer.

Well I certainly hope so, Ms_Lila,!! 😈 😈

I don't think I'm ever going to learn to take my own advice sometimes. 😕 I read your replies and thoughts and came up with the idea of actually 'talking' to EB and asked him how it would make him feel if I asked him out of the blue to take all of his clothes off for me without my doing so myself. EB thought about that for a few moments and simply said that he wold probably feel 'naked'. 😧

Just that one word answer, 'naked'.

Ms Lila, just don't over-think it. You two were alone and you wanted to see him naked. He took his clothes off. He probably didn't bat an eye. I've read here where you don't even think twice about taking your clothes off when he asks you. Why wouldn't he do the same for you? It's a no brainer.

It sounds like you both ended up naked upstairs. You probably listened to another one of those audio books. Or you talked about politics and whether or not there was intelligent life in Washington, D.C. (There isn't, by the way.)

Just go for it. Enjoy what you two have and build on it so you can use it in other parts of your life.

🌹

@Cedar said, 'It sounds like you both ended up naked upstairs. You probably listened to another one of those audio books. Or you talked about politics and whether or not there was intelligent life in Washington, D.C. (There isn't, by the way.)'

@Cedar, right about ending up naked, wrong about listening to audio books and talking politics. I was 'hot to trot' as I went down on him and I took him to the edge. 😈 😈 Then he slid me down to the edge of the bed where he took me vaginally and finished having me anally. 😈 🌹

He didn't complain about being too cold after that. 😉 😁

@Cedar, right about ending up naked, wrong about listening to audio books and talking politics. I was 'hot to trot' as I went down on him and I took him to the edge. 😈 😈 Then he slid me down to the edge of the bed where he took me vaginally and finished having me anally. 😈 🌹

He didn't complain about being too cold after that. 😉 😁

He was probably too tired.

@Ms_Lila you said in another thread, "Ladies: What is YOUR Sexiest Feature?" that your sexiest feature was your confidence. I liked you answer to that question and this is what it was;

https://en.zity.biz/index.php?mx=forum;ox=display;msg=1014149

I wanted to ask you a question about that on that thread but I figured it would be deleted because it wasn't "ON TOPIC" or something. So since this is your thread, were you always so confident in or about yourself?

I was anything but confident when I was growing up. As it is now I am over 6 feet tall and have been above average height all my life and ‘gifted’ when it came to school work. So gifted, that I was advanced a few years when in the lower grades in school and though I was at or near the other students in physical height, it was not so when it came to social skills and emotional development. Add to that that up until about 7th grade, I was changing schools every year or so, sometimes twice in one year, and the proverbial ‘odd one out’ or ‘new kid’.

I also was the product of the ‘British Empire’ with my parents either from Australia and Scotland and my grandfather of the Royal Australian Air Force at first stationed in Canada before he retired to the States with my Dad who met my Mom in Canada. I had an accent, ginger (flaming red) hair, freckles, all elbows and knees and as, my grandfather would say, ‘looked like an egg beater when walking down the lane.’

Some of my fellow classmates made fun of my ungainly appearance, my accent, my hair colour, and my teachers were always on me about my spelling of colour, humour, favourite, and other ‘quaint’ ways. I was the butt of many a prank and taunted by snot nosed cretin boys, and girls, who loved to torment me. It resulted in many a trip to the principal’s office. I looked very much like the picture by Norman Rockwell, ‘Girl With a Black Eye’.

https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/176512

Sometimes I would let it all get me down but I didn’t believe it down deep inside. I felt, knew, I was better and my grandmother was wise beyond her years. Sometimes she would bring me a jar of unopened peanut butter, my absolute favourite thing of all time, and we’d talk about what life was all about. She told me that I would ‘grow into my body’ soon enough and my awkwardness would disappear and all I had to do was believe in myself. She was right and when I hit puberty I started to fill out in all of the right places and I delighted in making all those sodding boys who teased me when we were younger get ‘hard ons’ with little effort on my part and I loved pointing out their ‘predicament’. And heaven help the class jerk when it came time for him to sing and his voice cracked.

And with my new body came new feelings and I was tutored by Sarah a girl, a friend, three years my senior, which in retrospect, began grooming me to be her sexual partner. I was not a ‘victim’ but a very willing participant and she taught me a lot about being sexual. The only problem with her plan was the presence of that wonderful invention, the penis. 😈

Then my mentor, the original owner of the shop I know own, helped me with my confidence and then my husband who unlocked, or unleashed all that was pent up inside of me. He is my soul mate and ‘gets me’ even though he is 100% ‘murican’ 🌹 I already believed in myself but my family and my husband’s belief in me made it all the more so.

Then this ‘sexploration’ 😈 and not being the only one to have such ‘kinks’ and ‘fetishes’ 😈 🌹 😁 😁

EB was over Wednesday night to help me with the delivery and it was much appreciated. 😃 The delivery truck was early and we didn't have a lot of time to indulge in a little pre-foreplay 😉 and we barely managed to get my panties off before they got here. But they were removed 😈 and placed in his pocket for safekeeping.

But after all was said and done with the delivery we made our way upstairs where we got properly naked and settled in for a few enemas. For some reason we both enjoy, or seem to enjoy, our enemas a little more if we delay having sex and instead cuddle and touch each other. 🌹 We let our desire build but he does give me a release now and again since, as he points out, my batteries don't really need recharging. 😉 It's true. 😁 😁 😁

I enjoyed several EB generated, or inspired, orgasms during the my first enema from him. They are not the earth shattering orgasms that spin the room about for me, but those oh so sweet mini waves that seem to be sparked with each darting of his tongue along my slit that gets wet and keeps me 'up in the air' until I have to divert him so that I can catch my breath. 😁 They are the orgasms that lay the foundation and stoke the fire in my depths that leave you wanting more. Only the necessity, or maybe the rescue, from those mini orgasms, is the need to release the enema that has drained from my enema bag into me.

Sometimes it's these mini orgasms that I crave more than the 'fireworks' because they can take me to the edge and then back off a little, and begin again. As best as I can describe it, the mini orgasms make me think that my 'sexual spring' is being wound tighter and tighter and kept in check until that moment when I want a total release. My husband and I do that a lot and I love how he does it. EB is a good student of this technique and I'm more than happy to teach him this 'secret'. It's for those times when I want more than sound and fast fucking and want to savour the moment and make it last. It's a time when I get more than I give, at first. 😉

June brides beget June Bridezilla's and their attendant and all knowing mother of bridezilla, or as EB calls them, 'mutha of bridezilla'. 😄 And everything is a crisis 🙄 and the emotions run high and my face aches at having to smile all the while I repress to put the bridal bouquet someplace that might be a turn on for some of us here. The touches of my husband or EB all over my body seem to be the only antidote for this month. Oh, and I get to complain and get sympathy from those men whose lips and tongues are so very adept at making a bad day good again. 🌹 And their good strong backs are the perfect place to rest my legs while they 'comfort' me. 😈

Since the delivery was early and we were done early, EB and I had more time to enjoy ourselves and not hurry. Those little waves of mini orgasms were doing the trick, and so were the enemas. It was after EB's and my second enemas that I ached so very much for the big finale that I made it known that I wanted him to slide his face and upper body from where he had me wet and ready, to where my legs were now wrapped around his hips as his penis penetrated my vagina with no resistance whatsoever, only me folding and forming around the shaft of his penis as we just let it happen. 🌹

And as much as I love my mini orgasms, that crescendo of my waves of orgasms being detonated inside of my vagina when EB's 'thump' or burst of cum inside of me, completes that electric circuit that blots out every single thing except the fact that I am cumming and it is intense. 🌹 😈 The type of orgasm that has me hooking the heels of my feet at the juncture of his ass and legs in an effort to take him inside of me so deeply that I feel as if I can feel the tip of his penis somewhere around my heart. 😉

We were both spent and I was well satisfied and his 'contribution' indicated that EB had enjoyed himself too. 😉 😁 But let our blending of each other flow where it may. I had worked hard for his cum and the feel of it mixed with my own was warm and welcome. It's our custom, EB's and mine, to 'drink' or lap up what we gave to each other, OUR COCKTAIL, 😉 and sample what we taste like mixed together with kisses, or snowballing of sorts, after I've cleaned as much of us off of his penis and he from my lips and inner thighs. I've also had some of our moistness left on my breasts by him when he suckled on them on his way to kissing my mouth.

We literally are all over each other and it is a given that I will be changing the sheets. Good sex is messy and great sex is everywhere. 😉

I sat outside of the shower as EB washed us off of him before his going home. I did daub off what was inside of me that had flowed out as we talked and he dried off, and I helped to dry his back and watched him put his clothes back on while I remained naked. I always hate to see him go and I asked him to start another enema for me, which he did. 🌹 I still had the feel of his having been inside of me and the 'freshly fucked' redness and tenderness I experience with my men. 🌹 I'm horrid at saying goodbye and I doubt I will ever learn how.

But I know that EB loves to see me naked and with an enema, and that was what he saw as he left the room and went downstairs and let himself out. 🌹

Only later did I remember to look up the site

'The Skeptics Guide to the Universe' https://www.theskepticsguide.org/

EB and I have been listening to the pod casts from that site and are deciding if it would be worth buying the audio book of the same title for us to listen to when we get together in the future to share in some intimacy. 😃

We'll see. 😉

@Ms_Lila that's so erotic so beautiful, can you shed more lights on MinI orgasm!!!

@Sandman538 asked, "@Ms_Lila that's so erotic so beautiful, can you shed more lights on MinI orgasm!!!"

I am guessing that this might be your answer @Sandman538;

@Ms_Lila describes, "Sometimes it's these mini orgasms that I crave more than the 'fireworks' because they can take me to the edge and then back off a little, and begin again. As best as I can describe it, the mini orgasms make me think that my 'sexual spring' is being wound tighter and tighter and kept in check until that moment when I want a total release."

She referred to the "mini orgasms" earlier, or described the process more along the lines of "edging". But @Ms_Lila might have been rubbing one off when she wrote that post. 😈 😁 😁 😁 You know, winding her watch. 😁

@Sandman538,

@Ms_Lila that's so erotic so beautiful, can you shed more lights on MinI orgasm!!!

And I have to say that @Dahiana is right when she quoted me about the edging. That is actually far more accurate than my describing them as "mini orgasms" but I really was intermittently writing my post during an enema and rubbing myself in the process. It's probably been said other places here in zity.biz that writing about having done it is almost as good as doing it the first time. Writing about it puts me in the mood all over again and I appreciate what I did and had done to me even more.

@Dahiana said, 'I am guessing that this might be your answer @Sandman538;She referred to the "mini orgasms" earlier, or described the process more along the lines of "edging". But @Ms_Lila might have been rubbing one off when she wrote that post. 😈 😁 😁 😁 You know, winding her watch. 😁 '

It seems as though I can't get enough sometimes and I wonder if missing my husband's closeness or availability makes me think of sex more. Or if my thoughts of sex are excessive and bordering on an obsession. My husband will be home tonight, this afternoon actually, and I've been wearing out my phone and selfie stick letting him know I am in dire need of a proper fucking. 😉 Selfie sticks are a wonderful invention and I suppose it really should be classified as part of my sex toys. 😉

My husband said that his own selfie stick, '... cums in hand-y ...' 😕 He actually had the nerve to send that to me in a text. 😧

Us guys have always had our own "selfie stick" to keep us happy.

Et tu, @Cedar? 🙄

@Ms_Lila well Edging explain it . Thanks @Dahiana .

But @Ms_Lila might have been rubbing one off when she wrote that post. 😈 😁 😁 😁 You know, winding her watch. 😁

@Dahiana funny that I thought so too??????.

@Ms_Lila

Et tu, @Cedar? 🙄

Moi aussi ??❤️.