This is one of my recent sessions with a lady in a motel room. The story is true, names have been omitted to protect the horny. Some of the tone, like not using dialogue, is because she wants to be anonymous, and I didn’t want her personality showing through. Herewith, the tale:
 

She was feeling a bit nervous and shy, so I asked if she’d like to role-play the first part. She said yes, so I pretended to be a doctor making a house-call. I asked if she had a tummy ache, and she said yes. Felt her forehead, and said I should get a temperature as well. As I helped her get undressed from the waist down (she was shy about taking her top off), the nervousness started to go away. I had her lie on her tummy and inserted the thermometer gently into her bottom. This felt nice to her, and I asked if she’d like to liven things up a bit. She said sure, so I inserted a couple of glycerin suppositories. That kept her amused while I filled the rectal squeeze bulb with mineral oil. (more…)

Angela and I had dated for three years. I was eighteen, she was a year younger. We had been intimate for the last two years and she had made no secret of it. Her mother and sisters both knew of it. Once we became engaged they both seemed to accept things, and me, as they were.

It was a rainy and chilly November Saturday night that Angela and I had a date to go to a country music concert that she had been looking forward to for weeks. I arrived early at her house for supper and then we were to leave at seven to make the eight o’clock concert. Angela’s mom had prepared burgers with mushrooms and onions – one of my favorites. Somehow, however, I didn’t have an appetite. I hadn’t felt real good all day. Her mom noticed.

“Something wrong with my cooking, Roger?” she asked. “No, ma’am. I just don’t have an appetite tonight. Been feeling a bit queezy all day.” I answered.

“Hmm, when did you have your last bowel movement?” she asked. I told her that I hadn’t had one in a couple of days. “Well then, you’re constipated – that’s the problem.” she stated matter-of-factly.

“Do we have any laxative, mom?” Angela asked. (more…)

Even back in my school days I had been known for lugging my camera about and shooting pictures of anyone I could corner. It wasn’t any surprise that most of my effort went into hunting for snapshots of the co-eds, lovely lasses that they all were. After a while I guess it was taken for granted that I wasn’t going to stop, and besides, even if I say so myself, most of the portraits were flattering. Even a blind man could see that I worshipped the fair sex, though I always kept my hands to myself, nerd that I was.

A few decades later I graduated to computers. What wonderful machines for manipulating, categorizing and saving graphics. No more polluting the environment with toxic chemicals from my darkroom anymore. From now on it was all bits and bytes, intangible orderings of electrons and whatnots on floppy disks and CDs. In a way it was very handy for copying things. In about the same time it took to make 5 decent photographic prints, I could now write a CD containing thousands of images.

Of course I cut quite a few CDs for friends of mine, all eager and interested in viewing the many aspects of erotic graphicism, be it of drawings or photos. It was inevitable that their wives viewed the images from time to time as well. If I hadn’t had a reputation before, I certainly had one by now. Looking for some racy photos, some finely executed line drawings of the female nude, other variations of erotic art ? Alex Gracier was the man to see. (more…)

Cruises had never appealed to me, so I had managed to put off taking my wife on one until our tenth anniversary.  Then I broke
down and did the required romantic thing and took her on a one-week Caribbean junket on the best ship I could afford.  I had
made a point to lose a few extra pounds, even though I usually kept myself in good shape.  I had heard about the round-the-clock
feasting on board and I was ready for it. About the third day out, however, I started to get some bad stomach cramps, which I
ignored, assuming it was simply payback for the constant overeating.  I took a laxative and went to bed.  The next morning, although I emptied myself rather thoroughly, I was feeling a lot worse.  I finally dragged myself to the ship’s doctor.

Dr. Landau was a young man, apparently just finished with his internship, who had decided to opt for the easy life of a ships
doctor rather than pursue any specialty or set up in private practice.  He made a comfortable living, got to travel a lot and was able to meet and socialize with a constant stream of passengers.  When I got to his office, I was pretty uncomfortable, so he wasted no time.  He led me to the exam room, and waited right there while I undressed and he helped me onto the table.  Being this was a ship where space is precious, the exam room was an all-purpose facility, small but well equipped. (more…)

I have just been through one of the most horrible, embarrassing, painful, expensive and humiliating experiences I have ever had. It all started with an enema. That seems simple enough, but let me explain…

Some time ago I had added to my collection, one of those plastic disposable douche type tips. I think that it was from one called ‘Summers eve’, or something like that. It was about 5 inches long, and screwed onto the top of a squeeze bottle. It was tapered nicely, and flared into a shield at the bottom about an inch and a quarter in diameter. The bottom was hollow like a funnel and had inside of it the screw fitting for the bottle. Anyway, it looked like it might make an interesting enema tip some day. A couple of days ago that someday came, and I decided to try it out. I pushed a hose attachment fitting up into the screw threads and attached it to a hose, filled a big red bag full of warm soapy water and it looked like it would be a good ‘combination’. (more…)

My first enema experience may not seem very exciting to you but I’m convinced that it was one of the most healthful, rejuvenating and exciting experiences I have every encountered. In fact (even though it happened many years ago) I can recall it as if it were only yesterday.

I was employed by a nationwide organization and had been experiencing severe constipation for several days. Finally when I could no longer stand the sharp stabbing pains, I secured permission from my department manager to go to the hospital for an examination. Fortunately my company maintained three large hospitals, one of which was located nearby.

At the hospital a doctor asked a number of questions, felt around on my stomach and inserted a finger into my rectum. He said he could feel some hard masses that had built up and that possibly the colon was impacted. As he was finishing the examination, a nurse entered the examining room and asked if she could be of any assistance. The doctor indicated he had completed the examination and would prescribe certain medication – then he left the room. (more…)

Anita was having lower back pains and symptoms of a clogged-up lower digestive tract. After much reading on the subject in Holistic medical books, we decided a thorough cleaning was needed.

Anita has undergone a complete cleansing session with multiple two quart fillings. She took the first lying down on her side. With her face down, I gave her a relaxing massage, finishing by rubbing and lubricating first the outside then the inside of her anal opening with vitamin E oil. For the enema, we started with her on her left side so the descending colon would fill easily. I massaged upward along her belly, following the line of her descending colon (reverse of the peristalsis movement) to help break obstructions and assist the water in filling her. As she filled, she rolled over on her back, and we continued the massage, now moving up the descending, and left to right along the transverse colon. Finally, she rolled onto her right side to drain the bloated bag. In this position, I massaged her entire colon, working the water deep into her bowels, and helping it clean away any old fecal matter crusted on the walls of her intestines. (more…)

I got online one evening, started a playdoctor-type chat, and settled back to see who dropped in. Among the drive-by visitors and the idiots whose sole conversation was “List me [for pics]“, I got a message asking what was up. Checked the profile, and it was a lady… local… free… and a bit younger than me.  l told her a bit about playing doctor, and sent one of my true stories.

The reaction was quick – she finished reading, and told me it’d gotten her seriously aroused.  We chatted some more, and I found out that her entire anal experience was limited to rectal exams at the gyno’s. On the other hand, she’d wondered if it was normal to actually enjoy the finger in her backdoor. I told her that it certainly was, lots of ladies and some men did. I showed her a favorite website, one that extolls the accuracy of rectal temperatures.  She said she might have a rectal thermometer left over from a few years ago…

It turned out that she didn’t, but over the next couple of days, she made a drugstore trip. We’d  also chatted about medications, and I discovered that she hates pills. I pointed out that most pharmacies carry adult-size acetaminophen and aspirin suppositories, for people whose stomachs get upset by pills and caplets. I also mentioned that one can take most oral medications the other way, by dissolving the pills in warm water and injecting with a bulb syringe. The next time we chatted, she had a thermometer and bulb. (more…)

Ben” she called to me. “Benjamin,” she yelled louder, “Come over here”

We had lived next to the Robinson’s for as long as I could remember.  We lived in an upscale suburban neighborhood, and I
used to spend a lot of time playing in her yard with her daughter, Elaine, who was a year younger than me.  I trotted across the driveway and stopped in front of her.

“Benjamin, I need your help with something.  The lawn needs mowing and Mr. Robinson is  in Europe for two weeks.  I’ll be
glad to pay you for it”, she said.

I had just graduated from college and, like many of my fellow arts-and-sciences classmates, I didn’t have a clue what I wanted
to do next.  So, I could use a few bucks and, besides, Mrs.Robinson was an old friend.

“I’ll be glad to do it, but it will have to wait a couple of days, ” I said.  “I’m  a little under the weather today.”

The truth was I hadn’t taken a dump in three days and felt sluggish.  I used to eat a lot of junk food then, and that was the price I paid for it.  Mrs. Robinson eventually got me to tell her my problem and told me to come inside and she would fix me up. I followed her into the house and she began to interrogate me about it.

“Do you get this way often?”  “How long do you wait to do something about it, and what do you do”, she asked. (more…)

All my life I’d fantasized about erotic enemas. But it took my very perceptive wife to make my dreams come true.
 
 

The night she caught me indulging in my secret passion, I was so engrossed I didn’t hear her come into the room. It was late. I’d been working way too many hours, and I was in the den, trying to relax, surfing through one of my favorite Internet areas — reading stories and looking at pictures of people giving and getting enemas. I was mostly interested in the “getting” part. I’d thought Carol was asleep. I caught just a whiff of her perfume before her arms slipped around me from behind. Then her hands slid inside my robe to grasp my throbbing erection.

“Mmmm,” she said, rubbing gently as I gasped with pleasure. “Looks like they’re having fun.”

I was so embarrassed I felt like my face was on fire.

“God, honey, I’m sorry. I was just checking this out . . .”

I stopped, not wanting to lie to her. In the ten years we’d been together, I never had. But I didn’t know what to say. I was looking at a picture of a guy draped lovingly across his wife’s lap, his arms braced against the side of the chair as he leaned up and kissed her. He had an enema tube stuck up his butt and a half-empty bottle was hanging from her hands. It was the hottest picture I’d ever seen. (more…)

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