“I say, sir, are you all right?”

The trumpeting ceased and was replaced by a silence into which crept tendrils of a smell so foul that it was almost impossible to imagine that it had emanated from Squadron Leader Bigglesworth. Algy winced - once again Ginger had reverted to type and his blunt Yorkshire nature had shown itself. Surely, by now, he ought to realise that senior officers, like Royalty, were not subject to the same attributes of the flesh as ordinary mortals. Had Ginger been any sort of gentleman, he would have ignored the matter.

Ginger caught the odour and his apprehension increased. Could it be gangrene?

“I say, sir, if you’re ill, you really ought to see the MO. I mean to say, we need you. England needs you!”

Biggles smiled to himself. Trust Ginger to get straight to the point.

“Well, old chap, I haven’t been getting my share of the thunderbox of late. You know how it is - hours sitting in the cockpit, then a quick refuelling and back to fighting the Hun. Never seem to get the chance…”

Ginger felt a surge of sympathy for this leader of men, this tireless warrior, who was prepared to endure any discomfort in his defence of King and Country.

“If you like, sir, I could cut along to the dispensary and get you some number nines.”

“I’m afraid it’s beyond that stage, old chap. I’ve been swallowing bucketfuls of the wretched things and all they have given me is this blasted wind. Damn bad show, especially in the cockpit. Needs drastic action - only the good old botty pipe will sort it out.” (more…)

I was 18  year old boy in 1966 and boy was I naive….

We had a neighbor lady named Jean. She had a husband by the name of Everett that was a nasty foul mouthed hick from the sticks. Growing up all of the kids in the neighborhood hated the guy. My mother and Jean were pretty good friends and Jean would tell mom how nasty Everett was and how he was always treating her like dirt.

In the summer of 66 he was killed driving a truck loaded with blasting powder, I don’t know whether it exploded or not but the kids in the neighborhood were talking that it had. ??????

Jean didn’t drive so my mom would take her places, shopping, paying bills, etc. I enjoyed driving and was willing to drive anybody anywhere. Jean was asking mom to drive her places a lot and since she had other things to do, mom would ask me.

After about two weeks of driving Jean around we got pretty well acquainted. She was 41 at the time and seemed as though she was a lot older. Not now!!!!!!!!!

One evening after taking her to the drug store and bank she ask me if I wanted some ice tea. I said I did and went into the house with her. She made a lot of small talk about a lot of things I don’t remember but she did ask me if I would give her my opinion on something. I said of course. She left the den and went into another part of the house and returned a few minutes later wearing a baby blue short nightie with ruffled panties. They were the bloomer type panties. I was a little shocked to say the least and even with the ice tea right there, had the driest mouth in the world. I could have spit cotton. She ask me if I thought she was pretty and I could say nothing other than un huh! (more…)

As you enter the door, the room is dark, you hear the mellowing music and the strong smell of incense fills your nostrils. The room lit, only by candle light seems very dark to your unadjusted eyes. I watch you from a shadow knowing you can’t see me, your eyes scan the room for me. You notice the over stuffed pillows on the floor and in the corner something you can’t make out, a large object. You hear my voice sternly say, you’ve kept me waiting, you know I don’t like that.

Your eyes move to the direction of my voice but your eyes are still not quit adjusted. As I move towards you you see me, I’m wearing my thigh high black high heeled boots crotchless panties and demi bra that just cups the bottom of my breasts. My black leather gloves come up above my elbow and my long black hair cascades over my shoulders. In my hand is a long black riding crop. As I move closer you get a better look, and I can see your cock start to grow in your pants. I ask how was the company get together, did you forget about me ?

As you try to explain I stop you, and remind you, you kept me waiting. This warrants punishment!!! (more…)

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…)

The first time I saw Nurse Lori was about a month ago, when I went to my doctor for my annual checkup. As I sat waiting on the examination table, in walked the most incredible woman I had ever laid eyes on. She had long flame-red hair, smoldering green eyes and a brilliant, mischievous smile. She stood about 5′10″ tall, and her crisp nurse’s uniform did little to hide her gorgeous hourglass figure. I must have been just staring at her dumbly, because she finally explained that she was the new nurse and that she would be checking my vital signs. I had a sneaking suspicion that she would find my blood pressure much higher than usual on that day.

Over the next few weeks, I used every excuse I could think of, including a tiny splinter in my thumb that I could have easily pulled out, to go back to the doctor. I was obsessed with Nurse Lori, and I wanted to see her as much as possible. Finally, on my 6th visit in just a few weeks, I summoned the courage to ask Nurse Lori on a date. She politely declined, flashing me that curious smile. I was crushed. But then, on my way out, she slipped a note into my pocket. It said to meet her at the doctor’s office that Sunday at 8:00PM. (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…)

The doctor told me that it was a relatively minor procedure but I would still be in the hospital for four or five days. I was having surgery to correct a minor bowel problem, nothing serious, but I wanted to get it out of the way while there was a lull between seasons. I’m a law student, but I pay my way through school by working as a catalog model. Catalogs come out all year ’round, but I’m mostly used in spring and summer catalogs - I’m the healthy, girl-next-door type and I do a lot of sports clothes, swim suits, summer dresses. I get some work for fall/winter catalogs too, but I make the bulk of my money on the spring/summer issues.

I’m tall, dark-haired and olive-skinned. My hair is short now because it’s more convenient. I can wash it, blow dry, and run my fingers through it and I’m all set for the day. I’m tall, 5′9″ and have a good figure (34c-24-35) and long sleek legs. My legs are my best feature and I’ve done some stocking advertisements too. As for the rest of my background - well, I’ve been married but it only lasted a year. He wanted a housewife & kids, I wanted law school and a career.

I went into the hospital on a Monday afternoon. The doctor told me they do some final tests, prep me, and I’d go down first thing in the morning for surgery. He warned me not to eat anything after 9 a.m. God, I thought I’d starve. I arrived at the hospital at 2:00 p.m. and I was feeling hunger pangs already. I went through the admissions process and was in my room by 3:30. They drew some blood and took some final x-rays. Then I settled down with a book and waited. (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…)

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…)

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…)

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