following is from the book, ‘Without a Stitch’, by a Norwegian, Jens Bjoerneboe. The young girl is being “treated” by a physician, Dr. Peterson, an orgasm specialist (sic!). He has already given her two “treatments.

“Anything I do with you must have a purpose. Basically you’re still embarrassed, and that embarrassment must be eliminated before you can relax and not tie yourself up in knots.”

I suspected that he had something in mind that might not be so much fun as what I’d been hoping for. He thought for a moment, then raised his head and pointed to a door.

“In there,” he said, “is a sort of washroom. There’s an enema kit hanging on the wall. Go in there, fill it up with soapy lukewarm water, and bring it back here full. Then lie down on the table again.”

My face turned red. “No,” I said. “No.”

“If you don’t do as I say, I’ll end the treatment immediately. In that case there’ll be no appointment tomorrow.”

I knew that he meant what he said, but I thought it would be terribly embarrassing to be given an enema. Especially by him.

“Do I have to?”

“Have to what?” he said. He was putting his white coat back on. There I stood, naked and embarrassed, with my cheeks flaming red and my hair hanging down over my forehead.

“Do I have to take an enema?” I asked weakly. I felt such a mess.

“Yes, you do,” he said, “and you’re going out and get it ready yourself.” (more…)

 Linda’s birthday was coming up soon and Mike went made a lot of preparations to make this one very special.  He knew of her secret desire to have an audience while being examined by a doctor.  He recruited a couple of friends with the same interests as his own, friends that Linda had never met. He gave them their instructions and asked if they would be willing to play along.  The both agreed with enthusiasm.

On the big day Mike woke Linda up after letting her sleep late. She rolled over and smiled up at him. He frowned and placed his hand upon her forehead.  “I think you’re running a bit of a temp Baby” he whispered to her.  He reached into the night stand and withdrew the rectal thermometer and jar of vaseline. He pulled back the covers, she was wearing only a pair of panties and T-shirt. He opened the vaseline and stuck the rectal thermometer into it. (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…)

It was with some reluctance that Linda decided to meet with another man with whom she had met on the internet.  The last man sounded so perfect, so nice. They had corresponded for quite awhile before finally meeting for real. In reality he had turned out to be an overbearing, arrogant jerk.  He had complained about everything, including how dirty her car was.  She had made a special dinner, which he didn’t even bother to eat.  The final insult, was when he had gotten dressed after his football game was over and stated “I’m leaving”.  The entire weekend was a total disaster.  She drove him back to the airport in silence, dropped him off and sped away.  When she had calmed down, she had tried to email him to find out what his problem was. It didn’t surprise her very much when she realized that he would no longer talk to her online, nor would he even answer her email. He had obviously done this before with some other poor fool, and she was just his latest victim. It took a long time to get over her feeling of rejection.

So, she was a little apprehensive as she waited for the arrival of Mike.  She had met him online in an enema chat room.  They had talked for sometime about their shared interests. They didn’t bother exchanging photos of each other. “Look”, he had said, “I’m not tall and handsome, but I’m for real and I’ll treat you with respect even if we find we are not attracted to each other”.  “Well, I’m no Marilyn Monroe either, but  have a sense of humor and if you can get past my rough edges you may just find a diamond”.

Linda answered the door when the buzzer sounded. The man standing before her was in his late forties, with greying hair. Mike had lied after all, for Linda could see that he was indeed tall and handsome. “Hi, I’m Mike” he stated and held out the flowers he had brought. (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…)

Well, just what I always wanted to do on a Saturday afternoon, go shopping! but this time, my love, I have brought a little something that should make the expedition a little more interesting.

Walking with you to the woman’s wear department, I see that you are going to be looking at bathing suits. great! but at least I will get to see you in some nice suits. As you begin to look over the selection, I wander off to the men’s room for a few minutes, returning to find you have picked out three that don’t look too bad at all. You ask me to come to the dressing rooms with you so I can both hold your coat, as well as tell you what I think.

Standing out side the room, I hear the rustle of clothing as you change. Finally, you step out, and I must admit I am rather impressed with the way you fill that suit! nice bod!

Returning to the small room, you begin to try on the next suit. after waiting a minute, and carefully looking around to see that the area is empty of other customers, I open the door and step inside. You have just removed the first suit and are standing there in all your glory, but not much else.

“My darling, I think this is just the place for a little something I have planned for you. I think it will make shopping a lot more fun for both of us.” (more…)

 

I think it’s time we took a short vacation, and since riding a train has always seemed so romantic, I think we will take a train from Chicago to Seattle. The usual rules apply: we are not required to be back at work Monday, we aren’t too rich or too thin, and the bag never runs out of water before we’re full! not bad for rules!

Even at the last minute, I am able to get us a compartment on the empire builder leaving Chicago for Seattle. After getting aboard, and our luggage into the compartment, we shut the door to the corridor, and embrace, as we start to move out from the station. As I reach down to stroke your shapely ass, I think about the many opportunities we will have to share enemas while on the train. I was lucky to get a compartment with a small shower. Coach class is so pedestrian!

Torn between seeing our departure from the windy city, and the desire to see you filled with your first enema, I suggest we might be able to accomplish both with a little ingenuity. Reaching into my shaving kit, I pull out a small jar of Vaseline, and tell you to bend over the small table by the window. Lifting the hem of your dress over your waist, I am greeted with the lovely sight of your shapely ass, partially hidden by your red bikini panties. I stroke the soft skin of your thighs above your black mesh stockings, which produces a sigh from you, and the starting of a soft erection in me. (more…)

After an international sales trip that took him through several time zones in a five day period, Bob fell into bed after midnight on Friday vowing to sleep until Saturday afternoon. He woke up late on Saturday afternoon and realized he hadn’t had a bowel movement for the past three days. He showered and dressed, and went down to his corner drug store to find a cure.

“HI Bob,” waved Betty, the attractive well-endowed owner, from behind the pharmacy counter. Bob waved back, and headed for the laxative section. Betty walked from behind the counter and joined Bob in the aisle. “Anything I can help you with?” she asked, smiling.

“I hope so Betty,” replied Bob, “I just got back from a hectic trip and I’m constipated. It’s been about three days now.”

“Oh, poor dear. I bet you need relief right away.” offered Betty.

“Yes, it’s not very comfortable. How fast do these laxatives work?”

“Not very fast at all Bob. I’d recommend an enema instead. It’s nearly instant relief, and it’s better for you than a laxative.”

Bob’s mind immediately flashed back to the enemas he’d received as a child, and he protested, “No thanks, I’d rather wait. I hated those enemas as a kid.”

Betty smiled, “Then it probably wasn’t given properly Bob. A properly administered enema can be a very pleasant experience, and certainly no more uncomfortable than the way you’re already feeling. Sandy and I use them all the time.” Said Betty as she gestured to her daughter in her mid 20’s who was also a pharmacist. “Giving yourself an enema is a very awkward experience, Bob. We’re closing the store in another half hour, so why don’t you get an enema outfit and bring it over to our place in about an hour. We’ll get you fixed up in no time.” (more…)

Phyllis was a long time neighbor. In fact, we grew up almost together. She was a couple of years younger than I was but we lived on the same block and rode the same school bus. She went to the Junior Prom and Senior Ball with another member of my class although she was 2 years behind us in school.

After high school I lost track of her while I went off to college and later to pursue a career. After the untimely death of my spouse I changed careers, moved to a new community and purchased a house well out in the suburbs on several acres of property so I could lose myself in my hobbies of gardening and amateur radio.

One day, a few months after I moved to the new community, while out on the main road in front of the house to pick up the newspaper and take my morning jog, I hear a voice calling, “Hey, Nate (my real first name which I hate)! Is that you?”

I turned to looked at this woman who was calling. She was wearing a bathrobe, appeared to be about 35, and was reaching to retrieve the newspaper from the mailbox next to mine. I did not recognize her, but acknowledged her, and jogged back to where she was standing.

She said, “Are you the Nate who once lived on Elmer Street in Oneida, NY?” I said she was correct. Her face was vaguely familiar. She identified herself. At first I did not recognize the name but then Phyllis told me her maiden name. My memory was jolted. She was my former neighbor and who now also lived next door to me some four hundred miles and 20 years from our original home town. (more…)