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…)

 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…)

The note on the London telephone box said simply “Miss Rivers” and the phrase “water sports” with a telephone number. I dialed the number and asked if Miss Rivers were there. The woman who answered the telephone identified herself as the maid, and asked “Can I help you dear?” Taking a deep breath, I asked if Miss Rivers gave enemas. “Of course dear, but only to naughty boys,” the maid replied.

I thought for a moment, then decided to plunge ahead. “Ok, then could I make an appointment?” She gave me the address and told me to show up in an hour and a half.

I did, and a very attractive young woman dressed as a maid answered the front door. The maid told me that “Miss Rivers” was apparently running late, and the maid asked if I would come back in a half hour. When I came back, the maid locked the door behind me, telling me I was the last customer of the night. She ushered me to a waiting area, which had a selection of bondage magazines, along with the usual collection of magazines featuring big breasted women.

After a few minutes, a beautiful woman with huge breasts in a tight corset and spike heels opened the door and asked if I were the naughty boy who needed an enema. I told her I was, and she told me it would be 60 pounds for the treatment. I balked a bit at the price, but she assured me it would be well worth it, and that I would leave satisfied. That was enough to convince me, so I gave her my 60 quid, and she told me to wait until I was summoned.

In a while, maybe another 10 minutes, the maid came and ushered me to a dressing room, where I was told to remove all my clothes after she left. I did as I was told, and a minute or two later, Miss Rivers came in another door, and told me to follow her.

She led me into a dimly lit room in front of a large wooden chair. She told me to bend over in front of the chair, while she donned a rubber glove, greased it and stuck her finger slowly inside my ass. She wiggled it around for about 30 seconds, then withdrew. Shortly I felt the insertion of a nozzle. (more…)

I had an uneasy stomach right from this morning, and I couldn’t seem to relieve it. I tried moving my bowels, but that wouldn’t work, either. My wife noticed that I didn’t seem up to par, and asked how I was feeling. I really didn’t want to get into it because I just KNEW what was going to happen.

I hesitated, but then slowly, little by little, I explained what was going on. She asked some pointed questions about my bowel movements over the past few days and what I had eaten. When she was through inquiring, she told me to just relax and left the living room. I thought that was the end of the story. We’ve been together for some time now; enough time to get to know each other’s minds a bit. I should have known better. (more…)

Cynthia was late. Guiding her blue Cherokee up the drive toward the manor, she cursed softly to herself. Damn it all! Alex was going to be furious with her. She had promised, sworn, that she would be home by six. He was so peculiar about the time and had decided on that exact hour as the beginning of their much anticipated romantic weekend together. Now, it after eight and he would be furious.

Turning the final bend of the twisting two mile road, she slowed the jeep nearly to a stop. Just ahead, through the lush pines that dominated the high ridge of the sprawling DuPont estate, lights beckoned, piercing the heavy leaded glass of the first floor study. Alex’s study. The study where he would be waiting, impatient, angry.

Cynthia tried to slow her racing heart and placed a calming hand over the sudden twinge of pain in her stomach and abdomen. An “irritation” the doctor had called it when he had completed his exam two days earlier, obviously concluding that the medical term was beyond her abilities. A minor ailment, at least for the present, that flared up whenever she got upset. It would be easily subdued, he had assured her, with proper and regular treatments and kept further in check by following a careful diet. The diet she had already started, but the treatments….

Cynthia pushed the visit from her mind. The man was a quack. She had convinced herself of that despite the fact that he was one of Alex’s closest and oldest friends. She would find someone else, someone who wouldn’t talk down to her, who wouldn’t click his tongue at her, who would offer her options. Only later. Right now she had a much bigger problem.

Alex. What would he do to her?

Not so foreboding a question as it might seem. It wasn’t that her husband was abusive, far from it, it was only that they had a certain and rather unique agreement. To avoid the never ending and often disastrous feuds and disputes that plagued most of their friends, Alex and Cynthia had mutually agreed, early in their marriage, to deal with each others minor, and major, trespasses in a way that would both settle and lay them quickly to rest. The grieved party would simply administer a certain degree of “punishment” and once completed the matter would be forever dropped. It worked well, for both Alex and Cynthia had a slight taste for such “games” and neither harbored any trace of vindictiveness. That took care of most of the potential pitfalls and generally turned each lesson into a memorable event that brought them even closer. (more…)

The tape rewound in the VCR as I stood up to stretch. The steamy movie had afforded ample reason to get turned on. I thought Jenny was going to come just before the end but she didn’t. Getting worked up and enjoying the release of tensions was the main reason for watching these rented and borrowed movies. Some of our classmates `went all the way’ but I’d only managed to get her bra off and a hand in her pants. We’d agreed that `real sex’ was too risky for college folks, but everything else short of that was fair game. Her apartment in the basement of an old house was ideal for fun and games. The private entrance and virtual isolation from the rest of the house meant we were left alone and `unwatched.’ Short of tearing the place apart, we could do as we wanted. It was spring break and we both had time to kill. I was hoping for an adventure, but had no plans or ideas.

I felt something was different while I was taking a leak. There was a shadow behind the shower curtain. It turned out to be a fountain syringe dangling from one of the curtain hooks. It seemed new. Curious, I looked it over, imagining where the wet nozzle had recently resided. Well, at least she was keeping herself `clean and fresh’ as the adds put it.

The label on an empty box in the wastebasket also caught my eye – Folding Syringe for Douche and Enema. I’d noticed them in stores but had never had a close look at one. The sides and back were covered with little drawings and instructions. When I turned it over, a plastic tube fell out onto the counter. The parts diagram identified it as the enema nozzle. I read the panel that told how to use it and examined the drawings closely. This was all new information for me. I wondered why she was throwing away the enema part. She’d made coffee and was dishing up ice cream when I joined her in the kitchen. There were several more movies to see and we needed energy. (more…)

My girlfriend Pam’s enema experiences essentially began when we started dating some years back.  She was 20 years old, slender and generally attractive.  As far as I could determine, she had never had any childhood or college enema experiences to speak of.  At that time I never really tried pushing the subject with her, nor did she indicate any interest on her part. I was 23 at the time, and by then had taken a respectable number of enemas since childhood.

The opportunity to bring up the subject arose suddenly one autumn morning when I was visiting at her Boston apartment, having only been going out with her for about 4 months at the time.  She had just gone into the bathroom when the telephone rang.  Since I was the only other person there, I answered it. The caller was her doctor’s nurse who wanted to confirm her appointment for a physical examination scheduled for early that afternoon.  I told the nurse I would pass that message on, as Pam was presently indisposed.  I was ready to hang up when the nurse suddenly added, “Remind her to take the enemas we discussed earlier, and continue until the returns are clear, as the doctor will be doing a routine sigmoidoscopy as part of the physical.”  I was almost speechless with joy as I assured the nurse I would certainly give her that message.  I couldn’t believe my good fortune! (more…)