"Enemas? Really?"

@SwitchableSusie said,

Calling a woman a CUNT has been used to disparage the same way PRICK has been used with men.

I happen to like the word CUNT.

CUNT CUNT CUNT.

I have a nice juicy CUNT and love when it gets all slippery and fucked good and hard.

From what I have read in the past there is a movement among some women to bring CUNT back into more common usage and to take back any disparaging meanings.

@SwitchableSusie and @reddevil I also like the word 'cunt' and also possess a very nice bushy ginger one as well. 😈 I know how to use it, too. 😉 😈

@speicaluse said,

Just a comment while I was looking through the discussions....Susie....you crack me up! How do you find time to make this comments on just about any and every subject? So...you like the word cunt? Yes, it sounds kinda feminine ...and nasty! I like that too. A really sweet sub that is obedient and docile...she can be referred to as a CUNT! I also like that she has a twat....yes a twat! I find that to be a very descriptive term for what she carries between her legs...her "Twat" How does that grab ya?

Oh @specialuse that may be true for a '... really sweet sub that is obedient and docile ...' But that is not me 😈 😁 Unless I've given permission to someone to refer to me as a 'cunt' or given them permission to refer to my vagina as a 'twat' it would do them well not to take such familiarity with me and not have 'total access'.

But having said that @specialuse and @reddevil neither of you gentlemen were referring to me as a cunt. 🌹 And only that you liked the word 'cunt' and 'twat'. As with @SwitchableSusie I agree with her and her post and I do like the word CUNT and there is a need to take back any disparaging meanings put to it by B.E.M.'s (booger eating morons) 😉 I have to give credit for that to EB. 😉

We need to take back ownership of CUNT and make it ours. Not some B.E.M. 😉

@ericmacson,

In your comment above, what was the other emoji you could have used? Or are there actually some unmentionable emojis?

Thanks,

Eric

Oh yes @ericmacson you can believe that @gibby was referring to this emoji ? She is jealous that I can take things off of the top shelf without a step stool. ?‍♀️

However, I did not know they had emoji's for sneakers? So I looked and lo and behold there are others! ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Who knew? 😁

Oh yes @ericmacson you can believe that @gibby was referring to this emoji ? She is jealous that I can take things off of the top shelf without a step stool. ?‍♀️

However, I did not know they had emoji's for sneakers? So I looked and lo and behold there are others! ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Who knew? 😁

MsLila,

I wrote a whole post response to this and lost it in a stupid glitch. Thanks for the emoji reveal. Seems fitting. I'd not know about the sneaker emoji except for using it for describing my lifelong sneaker fetish before. I added them to my prior post. There are others depicting white canvas and rubber sneakers like Keds or Converse but they don't appear in my elderly iPad list currently.

Two emoji queries: what did the "nose" emoji mean in gibby's original post? What are the two piles of white bricks or tiles in your post above after the sneaker emoji? Thanks,

Eric

P.S. Sincere compliment only: I'm sure you would look stunning wearing running shorts and sneakers whether up on a ladder or not. ?‍♀️??

@ericmacson this " ?‍♀️ " looks like a little pixie with wings to me. Is this the white bricks you were referring to?

@ericmacson this " ?‍♀️ " looks like a little pixie with wings to me. Is the the white bricks you were referring to?

Yes, it is a little pixie with wings. 😉 They do not have little bad ass ninja pixie with wings emojis, so I could not use that one. 😃

@ericmacson the ?? is, I am guessing, @gibby thumbing her nose at me. 😁 She is so polite. 😕

@ericmacson this " ?‍♀️ " looks like a little pixie with wings to me. Is the the white bricks you were referring to?

Yes. Don't see your pixie there, but we all see things differently. Still just looks like a pile of tiles, but I think she included it in a group of emojis of shoes and sneakers, so I'm still confused. Thanks,

Eric

Yes, it is a little pixie with wings. 😉 They do not have little bad ass ninja pixie with wings emojis, so I could not use that one. 😃

@ericmacson the ?? is, I am guessing, @gibby thumbing her nose at me. 😁 She is so polite. 😕

Thanks. Makes more sense now. Cute.

Eric

Oops sorry, I should've written what I wrote below as (changes in red) I love the word "cunt" - it always meant something sexy and most desirable! As a boy I knew two words, "vagina" and "cunt" - the former was for medical use, the later was for things sexual. As a boy, I didn't know the disparaging use of "cunt" to mean bitch or to disparage. Don't know if was because "cunt" wasn't used like that back in the 1950's, or simply because I hadn't been exposed to it being used that way."

I dated a girl in college who wouldn't say the word "CUNT" - she had to add a letter and called it her "CRUNT"

I rarely use cunt in any venue, here or otherwise, as it just wasn't common usage growing up, or was used pejoratively. I can easily see it used as both a negative but also as a sexy, juicy, attractive, almost kinky term for a very desirable sexual location and playspace. It depends on who uses it and their attitudes and preferences. Personally I hope it becomes more prevalent as a desirable, sexy alternative for vag, but time will tell.

I've very recently made a few comments on this thread on which I otherwise little understand and don't intrude, though I have recently followed the loss of your dear Lora with immense sadness, having read a few of her posts and seeing the love and esteem you all had for her. I'm a lifelong believing Episcopalian, so pardon me and no offense to others if I offer my sincerest condolences and heartfelt Christian prayes for her and her family and friends. God Bless her and the joy she left for so many others here. Even as an outsider I will truly miss her.

Lastly, I do have strong if not profound fetishes as many here do, and I made some honestly complimentary if obviously inherently fetishistic and sexual comments about MsLila after reading about her dressing in specially provocative (to me) clothing. Please understand I meant these only as compliments for a beautiful woman wearing especially attractive articles. Again, prayers for Lora, and I hope you all continue on with your exciting, beautifully healthily sexual escapades and discussions. Have fun.

Eric

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@ericmacson your sincerity is beautiful and I loved your post. 🌹

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@ericmacson your sincerity is beautiful and I loved your post. 🌹

Well said @Dahiana and I agree with what you say about @ericmacson 🌹

@reddevil I think you have gone a long way towards restoring 'cunt' to a better connotation than it has now. 🌹 I was also raised during the time that cunt was a derogatory term. When called this by one who has total access to me, it is a term of endearment. 🌹

Take that PC social justice warriors!

I love petting. 🌹 I love the random touches, caresses, pecks on the cheek, the brushing back of hair from my face by someone I love, or straightening their collar, touching their arm and their not wondering why or my not wondering why. Just enjoying the moment however slight and the quick affectionate smile or quick wink. The passing pat on the bum and the lingering hug for no reason. 🌹

It's what means the most to me and also what I miss the most when it is not there. It's the connection, the 'always there connection' you feel with those you love and a familiarity that makes you always feel at home. 🌹 That fleeting reassurance two people give each other, a 'I am thinking about you' but expressed with a touch. 🌹

Then it's back to the world.

@Ms_Lila absolutely right , that what sinks in and stays in . It’s the magic of passion and love .❤️?

I love petting. 🌹 I love the random touches, caresses, pecks on the cheek, the brushing back of hair from my face by someone I love, or straightening their collar, touching their arm and their not wondering why or my not wondering why. Just enjoying the moment however slight and the quick affectionate smile or quick wink. The passing pat on the bum and the lingering hug for no reason. 🌹

It's what means the most to me and also what I miss the most when it is not there. It's the connection, the 'always there connection' you feel with those you love and a familiarity that makes you always feel at home. 🌹 That fleeting reassurance two people give each other, a 'I am thinking about you' but expressed with a touch. 🌹

Then it's back to the world.

MsLila,

Truly extremely well and passionately written. I have a few very fun and erotically rewarding kinks which I must admit I intensely enjoy, but have always struggled to maintain long term loving relationships, with or without sex, sadly having divorced twice. I'd give up every kink I have just to be able to experience real, long lasting love with both my wife and my children in a way that you begin to describe here. I'm both grateful and profoundly serious. Thank you for your insight and inspiration.

Eric

Thinking more about what I wrote:

As a boy I knew two words, "vagina" and "cunt" - the former was for medical use, the later was for things sexual. As a boy, I didn't know the disparaging use of "cunt" to mean bitch or to disparage.

The word "pussy" was unknown to me and my boyhood peers in the 1950's. I can't remember when I first learned of it's slang use. I think we learned "beaver" first. "Snatch" too, and that my older sister told me when heard me saying "snatch" unaware of it's slang meaning. Never cared for any of those words. None had the erotic, raw sexual power of "cunt"!

Ah, Meredith. 😕 She's a smart one and a long time friend of myself and my dear friend, and she is also a real life brain surgeon. She was the class mate of mine and my friend and a bit a 'wild child' in her youth and very wise to the ways of the world. She was a friend to us and we 'double dated' at times none of us, not even Meredith, suspected that she would one day become a 'brain surgeon' given our brushes with the law. 😉 And she brought me a word of caution yesterday.

As Meredith, not her real name, is a physician and a brain surgeon she stopped by the shop yesterday to give me a 'heads up'. Meredith was the doctor for my dear friend who recently passed away and she wanted me to know that some of our old classmates were speculating on the cause of her unexpected death. I listened. It was nothing sinister but some of the local wags have this idea that my dear friend and her husband were 'swingers' and there was much talk going about as to the extent of their 'little circle'.

Meredith is direct, as am I, and made no pretenses nor did she couch things in a diplomatic way. She knows of my sexual history with Sarah from years back and I believe she also had some sexual exploration with Sarah at about the time she and I became involved. I respect Meredith and I believe that it is mutual and why she came to me to tell me of the gossip that surrounds my friend's sudden death. She said she was at a local restaurant when she was met by three women with whom my friend and I would have coffee with from time to time. They knew that Meredith had been her doctor and were curious to find out what her cause of death was.

Somehow the subject of enemas came up as well as over exertion for patients with her affliction. They seemed to concentrate on the subject of enemas and one of the women asked Meredith if an enema could cause the brain to swell. Of course 'they' were speaking in general terms and had no one in particular in mind. All the while this wags assured Meredith that they were only speaking in general and had no one specific in mind. Meredith reported that she gave them a very general and dismissive answer that there is a possibility of enemas causing the brain to swell but that it was an extreme case and asked them if they had something or someone specific in mind. They did not and they dropped the subject.

Meredith did not stop by my shop to tell of our former classmates and neighbours being curious about enemas and brain swelling. And I know enough and respect Meredith enough to know that she is aware of more than just our mutual, departed, friend and hers and my relationship. Mind you, Meredith did not betray our friend's confidence in her, nor would she, but in my reading between the lines I am now aware that there are rumours about and that our friend in common and her sudden departure has been a topic of conversation, at least among our 'friends' with speculation.

Meredith said volumes without having betrayed the trust of our friend who also was her patient. I gathered that our 'curious friends' who sought medical information from Meredith about possible effects of enemas had been 'speculating' a great deal. It told me that there were 'details' that may or may not be known 'out there' and had 'specifics' that were brought up in 'innocent' conversation and I gathered that Meredith telling me of this inquiry was for my benefit and warning.

Indeed it was.

Meredith bought a single rose that she said she would be taking to the grave of our friend. 🌹 I thanked her for stopping by. She asked that I give Sarah her warmest regards and I said I would. Meredith is also friends with the husband of our departed and I told her that I would also give him her warmest regards when I went to be with him. Meredith smiled and said that our friend chose her friends well. 🌹 And I told Meredith that our friend chose those she trusted wisely. 🌹

That night, last night, was a delivery night and all day I had thought of the warning that Meredith had given, but not given to me. The subject of enemas meant that someone had a suspicion or some knowledge and was looking to find out more, but I don't know why. It makes me wonder if there is someone 'out there' watching and for what end?

EB came by to help with the delivery and we made quick work of it. He could tell I had something on my mind by the way I was acting and I was a bit 'stand offish' and preoccupied. When we were done with the delivery I told him what had happened and that it was a little unsettling. I told him that as far as I was concerned, I wanted to continue with his and my 'total access' friendship but would understand if he thought it would be best to play it safe and not go on. EB listened as I told him of all that Meredith had said but didn't say much as he took off all of my clothes. 😉 🌹

EB wondered if 'they' knew about or suspected enemas because of the water usage and toilet flushes. 😉

Later, I walked EB to the back door, it's a glass one, and waved goodnight to him with the lights on in the back office as I stood naked in the doorway. 😉

That should set some tongues wagging. 😈

To ................?.

There is another thread I have replied to regarding polyamoury that makes me think about my marriage with my husband. 🌹

I am 'bi-sexual', which is actually homosexual if you are into precision labeling, and I have more sexual partners than my husband who is steadfastly heterosexual. Heaven forbid if his 'boy bits' ever come in contact with another man's 'boy bits' if we are engaged in a threesome. 😁 It tends to dampen the mood of the moment for him. 😁 😁 😁

During our marriage, I have, counting my husband, been with five men and four women when it is all said and done. As for 'day to day' I have opportunity for sexual intercourse with three men and one woman. My husband has two other women, besides myself, that he has sexual intercourse with both being some distance from where we live. He travels a lot and his 'other woman' sometimes is available to him when their schedules and paths cross. My husband is more 'prone' to needing an emotional attachment, or bond, for him to be able to have meaningful sexual contact. We have talked about this and it would seem that he is not quite the whore that I am or can be.

As I write this, it is rare that my husband just comes up from behind me and 'slaps me on my ass' and says, 'let's fuck'. I'm afraid my husband was brought up to hold women in high regard and not objectify us. 😢 I think that is that damned 'gentleman' thing that EB is afflicted with. 🙄 And I think that my approach with EB will work wonders with my husband. 😈 I'm going to have to test this idea out. 😈

I can and do have sex with those I consider intimate friends without the romantic attachments, but my husband doesn't function that way or feel that he can safely engage in a more intimate relationship with another woman without the danger of becoming romantically involved. That doesn't mean that when we are with our 'other' couples, that he can't have sex with the woman, it's just that, well, he isn't the whore that I am. 😉 That is not a weakness in him, just his awareness that he may need more. Some men can be that way and are.

And on that note, since I am thinking about it, the men that I can 'access' most often, are two men who would fit the definition of my husband's 'philosophy'. One is an older man, EB, that I consider every bit my equal and then some, and I come in almost daily contact with, though not always sexual. Besides my husband, EB has total access to me. The other man is somewhat younger and not a 'whore' but may consider me as a 'mentor' of sorts.

I may want to change the way 'my' men approach me if what I am starting to think is true. Men today are having to be so cautious about what they say or do or act towards other women, and they should, IF those other women aren't theirs to begin with. But if they are home or have 'total access' to 'their' women, THEN maybe being a whore or slut for them is what they need to 'feel like a man'. Political correctness and social justice warriors do more harm than good.

I'm rambling.

I may want to change the way 'my' men approach me if what I am starting to think is true. Men today are having to be so cautious about what they say or do or act towards other women, and they should, IF those other women aren't theirs to begin with. But if they are home or have 'total access' to 'their' women, THEN maybe being a whore or slut for them is what they need to 'feel like a man'. Political correctness and social justice warriors do more harm than good.

I'm rambling.

I think you are right though @Ms_Lila.

EB was over at the shop Saturday to help me with a delivery which went off fine but we were both tired and flirting with the flu or something. I was more in the mood for a naked cuddle, perhaps an enema, and listening to one of those OTR shows that EB has been getting me hooked on. 😃 OTR is Old Time Radio and 'back in the day' when it was up to the listener to set the scene and the atmosphere. Part of what sets the mood for me, and I am not sure why, is if I am totally naked and EB remains clothed. I don't really know why but that is what I am liking more and more.

EB had given me a gift of a replica old time radio and that is what we use to listen to the shows as well as the audio books. There's something peaceful about leaning back in EB's arms while we are on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table while I am leaning against his chest, his arms around me and my head resting on his shoulder and my enema bag very slowly collapsing as it hangs on the hook above my hips and the back of the couch. We keep the lights low and there is stillness all through the building save for the radio and the program.

Of course EB's hands softly caress my breasts, my arms, and he slides his fingers between mine and we sometimes kiss. For the most part I am laying in his lap on my back with the enema tube tucked into my bum but I am very comfortable this way. As I have said before, I love petting and being petted and with me being the only one nude, the feel of EB's clothed body beneath me and his warm, welcome hands, gliding over my skin and his fingers tracing the contours of my breasts and body; it is the stuff that helps shut out the day and the odd lot that I have to deal with. I love this time. 🌹 And EB's touch and caress do stir feelings in me but slowly and deeply.

The program ends as does my enema but I am not ready to let this pass. EB's caress of my breasts and his touch have, as they often do, stirred me and I feel myself widening and that ache begins to grow for the feel of something to fill this room I am making for intimacy. We help me to my feet so that I might release my enema and it gives me time to collect myself and come to my senses.

But I don't want to come to my senses. 🌹

And I find myself asking EB to give me another enema but this time laying on the bed with me. I use the excuse that I would like to listen to another program but I feel that he wants what I do too. I'm fully aware of EB's limitations and they do do not matter in the least and matter less and less the more he touches me. His insertion of the enema nozzle into my bum is exquisite and his fingers brush and linger at my folds and I am quite wet. It is the timing that is important and EB and I both know this as he is kissing my lips and letting his tongue part and trace my folds so close to where the enema tube enters my body. It's all about the timing.

And we remove EB's jeans and underwear and I feel his shaft of his penis and lightly let my fingers glide along its length. I follow his lead, his need, as I feel he is ready to penetrate me and we waste no time and his entry fills that ache for him. He owns me at that time and he presses into me and against that spot he knows in me so well and the tenderness, the soft emotions, and his penis against my spot and I am fucking this man and being fucked by him and we are fucking each other. The things that come out of my mouth at these times are anything but lady like and I don't give a fuck, not a single fuck, and I am being accurately described as a cunt, a slut, and a whore, and I vow that I am HIS cunt, HIS slut, and HIS whore, and to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!

I'm a fucking animal at that moment being fucked and unable to get away from this man's penis which relentlessly press on that cum spot of mine that strips me of any dignity I might have ever had and I know that my dignity is nothing more than a pretense. He knows too and he fucks me and fucks me and fucks me. 😈 I am such a cunt. 😈 And if the world were to walk by as I was in the throes of this fucking he was giving me I would not care one little bit.

And thankfully and mercifully I feel the thump of his cum at that centre of flame in me and I feel relief and my own juices flow to quench the fuck fire we started inside of me. 🌹 😈 🌹 😈 🌹 😈 🌹 😈 And I begin to quiver and I can feel it and there is no way to control it. I don't want to control it. Fuck me 🌹 😈 Fuck me 🌹 😈 Fuck me 🌹 😈

And he does. 🌹

And it hurts so good so deeply and so forever that I am spent totally and lay back and float on that lust. I'm aware of his body moving and his face, his lips, between my legs and I become aware of the enema flowing full into me without a pause. No matter I have been cleaned and now his tongue drinks us from me and I feel so full and when he has drank us from me I find his lips against mine and we taste each other as I fold my arms and my legs around this man. My EB. 🌹 😈 🌹

As the evening ends I watch him put his clothes back on but I have no desire to even touch mine. He likes me naked. I am naked. Eventually we go down stairs to say our good bye. I would walk EB to his office, at his side, completely naked, if that is what he wanted, but instead, I stand in the doorway, naked after we kissed good night and I watched the darkness and distance take him.

Then I gather my smock, that is all, just my smock and put it on but I leave it unbuttoned. I don't bother picking up my clothes from the upstairs bedroom. I don't want them.

I go home and my husband is there.

I am going to fuck him but not before I clean up.

And as I clean myself up for him, yes, he knows I am going to fuck him 🌹 😈 he joins me in the shower. I tell him I want him in my ass, hard, savage, and with no civility. And I remember being taken in my ass by my husband as he held my hair in his hands and pulled my head back as he fucked me like the slut, cunt, and whore that I am.

But at that time, I was HIS CUNT 🌹 😈 HIS WHORE 🌹 😈 HIS SLUT 🌹 😈 and fell asleep in his arms with his hands cupping my breasts and his cock in my ass.

I am no lady.

I don't want to be. 🌹 😈

Ms. Lila - That was SO HOT!!!

As I was writing it @docinny45 I felt that surge all over again and it had been on my mind since before this morning. The mornings are a time for reflections for me and the touch of another made me need to write about this.

The right people at the right time at the right place make it work for me. 🌹

I'm glad you liked it. 🌹

And thankfully and mercifully I feel the thump of his cum at that centre of flame in me and I feel relief and my own juices flow to quench the fuck fire we started inside of me. 🌹 😈 🌹 😈 🌹 😈 🌹 😈 And I begin to quiver and I can feel it and there is no way to control it. I don't want to control it. Fuck me 🌹 😈 Fuck me 🌹 😈 Fuck me 🌹 😈

And he does. 🌹

That was very hot @Ms_Lila and is what you feel every time that you have sex?

That was very hot @Ms_Lila and is what you feel every time that you have sex?

No @Silent I don't always feel that way when I have sex. I had sex this morning with a beautiful soul and a gentle man and it was good and he was welcome to have me.

But what you read below, this is what I always feel when I fuck. 🌹

Welcome? That's a unique way of saying it, I suppose.

Welcome? That's a unique way of saying it, I suppose.

As in 'gladly received' @Silent. I enjoy those I have sex with, make love with, or fuck. 😉 Can you think of a better word?

The proper reply is, 'Not a needle dicked bug fucker like you!' But that's just me. 😉

Would that indicate NOT being welcome?

Too subtle? 🙄

Welcome? That's a unique way of saying it, I suppose.

Yeah @Silent. You are getting accepted and you are getting invited when you are welcome.