It had been a hard day. The drive home didn’t hold any hope for much better. The freeway traffic stopped and started in the usual spots, but tonight it was going especially slow. John kept punching the buttons on his car radio in a futile effort to ease the frustration of the traffic. No luck. His mind drifted to his new friend, Karen. He met Karen on an airplane last month. They hit it off immediately and started dating. Tonight he was going over to her place for dinner and spend the evening. The traffic was causing him to be late. More buttons. More traffic. Finally he came to the exit that led to Karen’s house. John arrived at her house a half hour late.

He rang the bell. Karen answered with a smile. John saw she was wearing bib-overall shorts and maybe nothing else. Beneath the denim was only Karen’s soft skin. He could see her shoulders and gentle outline of her breasts before they disappeared under the denim. She had cut her hair short, shorter than his. He admired her new hair style. He explained about the traffic. Karen assured him she understood.

“Take off your shoes John,” She said and left the doorway foyer and disappeared down the hall. Even though he had seen her breasts before he looked for her breasts as she turned but the denim did its job. John felt a tinge of an erection.

He took off his shoes leaving them near the door and followed her trail to the hall.

“I like your new hair cut,” He said.

He turned to go down the hall when he saw her. Without smiling Karen said, “Time for your enema.” In one hand she was holding an enema bag slightly above her breast. In the other hand she was holding a nozzle vertically. A white tube formed a parabola connecting the two. (more…)

You’re standing in the doorway to my bedroom, completely unclothed – completely naked – completely filling my senses with the desire to please you….no, make that the desire to give you total pleasure. Seated in the center of the bed, I motion for you to join me, to stretch yourself across my lap so that we can begin a great and varied journey of the senses.

Settling you face down before me, I trap your already stiffening cock between my thighs, your upturned bottom directly before me, awaiting the beginning of the realization of your most intimate fantasy. And you will not have long to wait, as I reach to retrieve a small bowl of warm olive oil from amongst a variety of items that have been prepared and await the moment of their use atop a bedside table. Dipping my fingers into the warm oil, I first anoint the small of your back, gently massaging and relaxing the tension from your muscles. More oil on my fingers, and this time, I knead small circles into your backside, working closer and closer to the vertical ‘smile’ that still holds my destination a secret.

One last time my fingers sweep through the oil, and now they slide easily between the crease of your buttocks, massaging deeply as I spread you, the tip of my index finger at least coming to rest ever so lightly against the rosebud of your ass. An involuntary tightening meets my touch, and my other hand continues a massage at the center of your back as that one finger resting at the opening to the core of your body starts a gentle press, requesting entry. (more…)

Being an H2 enthusiast who has been that way for years, it has always been my desire to find mate who was attracted to my desires and wishes. It has been long and arduous search up until about seven or eight months ago. I happened to be on line and looking for that fantastic E mate when I started looking around in my area once again to see if there were any women candidates that I might find. Searching under H2E and the other unmentionable word, The “E” word that AOL seems to eliminate on a regular basis, I came across a woman who was just looking for a boyfriend that was not going to be a hanger on and a sloppy lover in the long run. She is a Professional in the business world and was looking for her desires to be met. Well, by chance, I decided to IM her and talk to her and see if she might be a candidate, but no mention of the big “E” word at all. We talked for several weeks and then I was invited to call her on the phone at her Hotel and talk to her. She felt fairly comfortable with that since she traveled in her job, just as I do in my job. (more…)

Suzie had butterflies in her tummy as she anxiously waited for her 2nd date with Jay & wondered what surprises he would have in store for her this time. She remembered well what he had said to her after their first date, “wait until you see what I have in store for you the next time”.  Ever since then she had been lightheaded with anticipation as to what kind of kinky games he would play with her this time.  She couldn’t help but to slip her fingers into her pussy & begin to play with herself as she recounted the details of their first date.

Suzie was a junior  in college  and an honor roll student.  She was a goody goody two shoes, at least her family and most others thought so, only her best friends knew she lost her virginity when she was 15.

Suzie had been after Jay for some time, a tall handsome, athletic guy on the football team, he was real popular at school and she wanted him bad, but he was so reserved and shy, she just couldn’t get his attention no matter what she did.  She couldn’t understand it.  She was used to getting any guy she wanted.  She was a cheerleader for the football team he was on.  She had long vivacious legs, long blonde hair, blue eyes and a body that attracted men in droves and brains, but for some reason she could not get to him. (more…)

I was always very constipated as a child. Luckily, I had a mother who believed in enemas. I remember very little about the ones she gave me, except for the embarrassment. This feeling was heightened one day, when for some reason she had my sister hold the bag while I took it: I not only got embarrassed, I got hard.

When I went away to college, I thought my enemas were over, but of course I still got constipated. When I was so plugged up I couldn’t bear it anymore, I would give myself one. Very unsatisfying it was, too.

One day, I got the bag ready, and the nozzle greased up, when my girlfriend showed up. I left the bag in the bathroom, which was the first place she headed, really needing to pee. When she came out holding up the bag, and asking what this was all about, I almost came on the spot. My heart was pounding, and I could hardly speak, I was so embarrassed, and so turned on. (more…)

 Terri and Al had been planning this weekend for months.  In anticipation of the event, Terri went shopping at Victoria’s Secret and picked out a very sheer, demi-cup bra, a lacy black garter belt and a pair of very smooth black nylons.  She also stopped at the shoe shop and picked out a pair of 4″ spiked heals to complete her outfit.

On Saturday morning, Al picked Terri up.  Terry only took a small overnight case as she new that a massive wardrobe was not necessary for what they had planned.  As soon as she got into the car, Al could see that she was only wearing underwear under her trench coat.  The coat pealed back exposing her beautiful legs and Al’s hand quickly found the silky skin of her upper thighs at the top of her nylons.

But Al had a surprise for Terri too.  He reached into the center console and picked up the toy he had just purchased at the adult novelty store.  He easily inserted the vibrating egg into Terri’s wet cunt as she moaned and wiggled in delight.  Al clicked the buzzing device on and low hum filled the car as Terri gasped and rolled her eyes upward in pleasure. (more…)

D. and I had been playing around with many aspects of Bondage and Discipline and Dominance and submission. I was always Top and liked they way he responded to my command. He also had tried enemas and told me that he liked them a lot. His experience had always been with the 2qt. bag using the vaginal nozzle ( since it was longer he preferred it to the rectal nozzle that comes with the drugstore kits. I looked at this as a very, very good sign ) Since my experience was personal and professional ( Dominate Enema Nurse ) I considered myself well practiced and was looking forward to advancing his training.

One night D came to my apartment to pick me up to go out. He thought we would be doing a movie and dinner. This wasn’t what I had in mind. When he came in the door, I was standing in back of it wearing a very sexy one piece red vinyl bodysuit with black stockings and garters and red 5 inch heels ( I wanted to make a visual statement ) I closed the door behind him and stood in front of it, when he saw how I was dressed, he dropped to his knees and began kissing my legs. I grabbed his hair and pulled him to his feet. (more…)

The voice on the answering machine was stern and crisp. “Teresa, you’ve been very naughty and you will be spanked soundly when I get home, so dress accordingly.” Then a pause. “I also want you to tell me your darkest sexual secret.”

That was it, no goodbye, no other instructions. I was used to playing the naughty wife, but the confession part was a new and unexpected twist. I wonder if my husband had any idea what he was getting into.

I have been into enemas for as long as I can remember. My parents were firm believers in their usefulness for both medicinal and disciplinary purposes and I guess the attraction had just stuck. I used to sneak into my parent’s bathroom and play with the big metal canister and the black, hard nozzles whenever they went out.

As an adult, I had many lovers and relationships, but I never told any of them about my watery little quirk. Now my husband was asking me, no, ORDERING me, to tell him about it. I suppose I could make something up, like telling him I wanted to have sex on a commuter bus, but the fact remained that I had only one true sexual secret and a hot, soapy enema was it. (more…)

I have just passed the half century mark in my life and I have been an enema aficionado all of my life it seems. I started when I was thirteen and my Mother gave me my first one. Over her lap, caring and gentle and full effective to my bowel to make it move. I fell in love with them during the ensuing year because it seemed that she gave them to me on a regular basis to insure that I felt good. I found that after the year of getting them, I desired them and so I sought out the enema bag at each and every bath time. It was kept in the linen closet wrapped up in a towel and so I would take it out and give myself enemas each time I could take the time. MY mother was very careful to allow me all of the bath time I needed in those early days. Growing into manhood, I like the enemas and continued them during High School, but could never find a female to accommodate me for my needs of feeling the warm flowing water filling my ass and the pressure it generated within me to sexually arouse me. When I married, it was for lust and I soon found out that she did not care for, or even like the idea of enemas or even anal play. After my divorce, and my decision to stay single for the remainder of my life, I came to the conclusion that enemas must be part of any relationship that I would try to evolve in the next few years. I was determined to insure that some way, any way, that the enemas I desired from a wanting female would be accomplished. Therefore, the following is my first encounter with the warm and caring enema that can be given as part of the sexual foreplay that I have always desired. (more…)

I’ll never forget the time I received my first ice-water enema. It was a punitive scene and I (of course) was the one being punished. I believe that we started out with me on the bed, on my knees with my chest pressed into the mattress. This, of course left my tail high up in the air. This is an absolutely delicious position to receive an enema in. Mrs. Trav was administering a warm soapy enema (very useful for cleaning out in preparation for larger volumes that might be administered later). All the while, she kept reminding me that I had to take the entire enema…or suffer the consequences.

Soapy water has the property of producing the most interesting cramps and I was starting to squirm a bit. As I watched the bag empty, I thought that I might be able to hold on until it was done but the cramps were getting pretty strong and I was feeling very full. Suddenly, she left the room. Shortly she returned with another pitcher of soapy water. Refilling the bag, she reiterated that “I had to take the entire enema…or suffer the consequences.” We call this little trick the ‘endless enema’ and have used it in many scenes as an excuse for further tortures ..er delights. (more…)

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