I was getting pretty bored sitting on the bench in the corridor outside the nurse’s office, watching the red light that told me that she was busy. Normally, when I got here this early, there was nobody about and I got my enema straightaway.

I considered skipping the whole thing, but I really needed to ace today’s SATs and I wanted to get rid of the build-up of tension and frustration and be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed before tackling them – the maelstrom of college application started straight after summer vacation and I really did want a major league college place if only to prove to my father that I could do it.

It might seem strange that a eighteen year old guy was voluntarily taking an enema. It all started when I was fourteen and had been talked into going to boarding school by my dad. This place was his old school, and he attributed a lot of his success to the education he had received here. I was pretty doubtful at first, but he described the place in such glowing terms that I eventually agreed to try it. Much to my surprise, his description had been 100% accurate – it was a good school, the teachers were first class and my fellow students were good guys. The only problem, of course, was an enforced celibacy – at the age where my peer group at home were screwing themselves silly, I was still very much a virgin. That hadn’t seemed so important when I started, but now it was steadily driving me up the wall with frustration. (more…)

This was the first day of summer vacation from school. This fall he will be attending his first year in high school. The story of this summer will be one he will remember for the rest of his life and will change his life forever.

His name is Joey. He is 18years old. He is 5 foot 8 inches. Joey is about 100 pounds. During the summer Joey is going to visit Germany, France, England, and Spain. What happens before and on the trip to these locations will be the story that you will see on the next pages. Yes, the story will be dirty, but it must be told so that other will learn from the experience.

This morning Joey woke up and went to breakfast. At the breakfast table were his mother and father. Both of them were very strict and rich. They believed in a strong and powerful control over their only son. They also believed that the best way that they can teach their son was to send him into the trenches of life to fight his own battles no matter how tough they might be. The only major rule that they enforced was he must obey everything that his elders said.

As breakfast went on the mother whose name was Jane told her son that he was to go to the doctor’s this evening at 6:00 so that he might be able to get his physical and shots for his trip that he was suppose to start on tomorrow to Europe. His father whose name was James set up this trip so that his son could get a chance to see all of Europe and to understand their customs in the event that he had to make business trips in the future. His father planned every detail of the trip out so that he would only have to travel to the locations and everything else was already taken care of for him. (more…)

Paul had a raging hard on as he drove home, reliving what had transpired during Thanksgiving dinner. Paul was new in town and had only met a few people. He had no family nearby and was grateful that his friend Mike had graciously invited him to his home to share dinner with him and Linda. He was glad he wasn’t all alone this year.

He had arrived on time, bringing a bottle of champagne for his hosts. The meal had been delicious, but there seemed to be some kind of tension between his two hosts.  They barely looked at each other, and there were several periods of awkward silence. It was after Mike had made a petty little comment about the mashed potatoes being “a bit lumpy”, that Linda had slammed down her fork, stood and excused herself then disappeared into the kitchen.  Mike had smiled sheepishly at him and then also excused himself.

Paul had sat there for a few moments sipping his champagne wondering if maybe he should leave, not wanting to interfere with whatever was going on between these two. His attention was snapped back into focus when he began to hear what seemed to him like flesh being slapped. Paul was a gentleman and just couldn’t stand by while a woman was being abused. He stood and went to the kitchen door. It was open just far enough for him to see exactly what was transpiring inside but not enough for his
presence to be noticed.  His groin stirred as he took in the scene before him. (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…)

I was alone in the bed when I woke up the next morning with a slight wine hangover.  As the fog cleared I became aware of a sticky feeling between my legs and raised the sheet to look.  The shock of seeing my shaved pubic area and realizing the sticky feeling was from my own juices that caked my inner thighs brought it all back.  Another woman had fondled the most intimate parts of my body and made love to me.  It was humiliating to think I not only let Marty do that to me but she had driven me to an soul wrenching orgasm in the process.  My tits ached and my nipples were sore but there was an odd  sweetness to the fatigue that I felt. Probably the most unerving memory of last night was when she gave me the enema and how utterly humiliated I felt.  Not that it hurt, actually it wasn’t even unpleasent and I finally had to admit it gave me oddly erotic feeling of deep warmth.  But just the idea of being given an enema like she did was still hard to deal with. The whole night with Marty was almost like being raped yet ashamed to admit you had enjoyed it.

The smell of fresh coffee filled the room a moment as Marty came in carrying a two big mugs.  She was wearing only a little thigh length robe that provided an ample view of her shapely legs as she moved and when she sat on the bed the top opened enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of her tits. (more…)

I had told my friend, Sue to phone if she wanted help with anything.  Sue had just went through some very difficult personal problems.  She wanted someone with here, any time she went out.  Recently, I had been doing that and enjoyed her company.

As I arrived, Sue said, be there in a sec, which was her way of telling me she was still doing her make up or getting dressed.  I replied back, ok.   when Sue came into the room, wow, she looked wonderful in her tight fitting attire.  I loved the way she could walk around in those five inch or six inch hi-heels. as she, floated through the hall, i knew she had her six inch heels on today.  As she drew near, i could see the blue t-strap with the six inch heels, with the blue leather jeans and the white vest.  Her click, clack, then click, click, was the way she walked.  The closer to me she got the more my heart pounded.  She turned me on, in more that one way.  Her mere presence brought me a feeling of wow,  but,  I had never taken her to bed. I wanted to, but never did.

She said, are you ready to go, I said, sure.  Then in the truck she said, I want you to do something when we get back. I should also say it is something that you might find neat.  I gave a non thinking answer of, ok. (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…)

The two enema episodes, prompted by Ann’s illness, had significant effects. Their repertoire now included genital, as well as oral and anal sex, at times enhanced by enemas. Dave had all the reason to congratulate himself for this progress, except for one thing. While Ann willingly, even enthusiastically, participated in this broadened spectrum of sexual pleasures, her participation was limited to that of the “recipient”. She was simply too inhibited to “return the favors” on her own initiative. Dave in turn was equally inhibited to request it because he was traumatized by his break-up with his high school girl friend two years ago. When he suggested – admittedly somewhat clumsily – to explore the enema scene, she called him weird and disgusting. That was the end of their relationship. Thus, Dave had to search for another approach. In his desperation, he thought that Sandra may be his last resort.

Sandra was Ann’s cousin. Three years her senior, she attended med school at Penn State. Dave met her on a few occasions when he accompanied Ann. The last time they met was at a sorority party where Sandra resided. It was a wild affair with lots of booze, the “sisters” periodically disappearing with their “escorts”. Dave observed Sandra first going to her room with a guy Dave did not know; then, an hour or so later, she walked away arm-in-arm with one of the sisters. Could she swing both ways Dave wondered ? (more…)

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…)

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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