We had made arrangements to meet when I was traveling through. We both agreed that no sex would occur, we would honor our commitments to our mates, however we would enjoy an enema session together. There would be no contact of body fluids, we both know we are clean in respect to disease, but this way there would be no reason to worry.

Contact was made and even though we had the entire afternoon, it was agreed upon that we would dispense with preliminaries, and utilize all available time for play. I had rented this motel room and made sure it was a suite that had a sitting area with a couch. I had fantasized of a glass-topped coffee table, but was unable to find one in all the motels in the area. The couch would make a good second choice, I moved it out to the center of the room under the ceiling fixture that would hold the bag.

With an agreed upon time of 1:00 PM, I filled the bag with hot water a few minutes before and hung it from the ceiling. The temperature would be too hot for immediate use, but by the time the preliminary preparations were over, it should be just right. (more…)

The last day saw Jeannie and Paul getting ready to return home to their respective spouses. Jeannie was now worried about the whip and cane marks which criss-crossed her whole body. It would be almost impossible to hide herself completely from her husband until they all disappeared.

Of course, Paul had a few more final installments to conclude our story.

He had Jeannie dress for him: of course stockings and suspender belt; short black pleated skirt and white blouse. He allowed her to wear a skimpy bra, but no knickers, in fact she could barely remember which day she had last worn them.

Jeannie was kneeling on the table as he had directed her when Paul came in. She was bent over and he flipped her skirt up over her bare bottom to reveal her stocking clad legs framed by her black suspenders. He traced his finger up her crack slowly. Jeannie shivered in anticipation. (more…)

JoAnne (Jo) invited me over to her new house for lunch the other day. I have known her for about five years, but in that time, we have developed a pretty good relationship. No, it’s not a romantic relationship or a sexual relationship, just a friendship. But, boys will be boys and girls will be girls, and the hormones are designed to act together. So, it would be an understatement to say that I haven’t thought about fucking her. And, every time we get together, there’s always that certain hesitation that exists - the kind of hesitation where, if we were in a romantic or even sexual relationship, it would be time to take the “next step.”

Today, things were a little different. We’ve never had any problems talking about things and Jo was telling me how she was becoming frustrated - at the dating situation where she couldn’t seem to find anybody “nice,” and purely from a sexual standpoint. If I weren’t married, and that’s why we keep our distance, I’d snatch her up in a minute! Now, from a sexual standpoint, that’s just a pure animalistic thing. Sure, I’d fuck her and she’d like for me to do it, but we know better than to do that. I asked her about masturbating and she said that even that had gotten old. Then, I told her about fantasy and fetishes, and my collection of text and video. She was curious, so I elaborated further and told her about playing doctor and especially about how I love to use the rectal thermometer… (more…)

As you sit in your living room you start thinking that maybe you should create your own excitement. Maybe you should give yourself a hot, soapy enema, massage your clit while you make yourself hold the water, then take a relaxing warm bath before allowing yourself to expel - - but the phone suddenly rings, startling you out of your reverie.

“Hello?” you answer on the third ring taking a deep breath to control libido.

It’s Erica, your next door neighbor, “Mo ! I am so angry with you right now! I know that it’s not all your fault, but I am still so mad that I can’t talk!! I want you to come over here right now so that we can ‘discuss’ this.”

“Wha . . What in the world are you talking about Erica ? ” You finally stammer. “I haven’t done anything that should make you so angry with me. But OK sure, I’ll come over in a little while and we can talk.”

“NO young lady, I want you over here immediately. RIGHT NOW!!!” she yells back slamming down the phone. (more…)