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Date Posted: 17:56:40 02/22/11 Tue
I sort of got into the enema situation like John ...not looking for it, but became the pleasured victim of my bf who was studying to be a nurse.
Over lunch on a Friday, just before finals, Jerry (he was my bf at the time) asked if I "would be his patient" because he needed to practice what he had learned in the classroom.
I couldn't say no, and I can tell you I was completely distracted for the rest of the afternoon, to the point where I asked my boss about 3 p.m. if I could take off early "because I wasn't feeling too well."
He made a comment about "big weekend coming up," to which I said "no, I'm going to my apartment and I'm going to try and sleep this off ... w2hatever the "this" was."
He simply said, "oh sure" to which I answered, call me anytime you want to night or tomorrow ... I'll be there to answer the phone. Maybe I can shake this by Sunday and save some part of a weekend."
He signed me out, I went back to my apartment, called my BF and told him any practicing would have to be done at my place, then explained the situation, to which he said, "Oh, two days of practicing, right?"
Well, he arrived about 7, we chatted for a while about what he expected of me, to which I learned it was simply, "cooperate."
It was sort of exciting to get naked for him (although we did some heavy petting, we never got naked or did any of the other things people talked about) and then follow his instructions.
That night, I got five enemas ... none very large ... I think the biggest was a quart ... and I really enjoyed the experience to the point where my BF asked if I could "return the favor so he could understand what I was trying to tell him."
I did ... three times, including one two-quart job ... then we both showered and as we were coming out of the the shower, the telephone rang.
I checked the clock .. it was shortly after 9 p.m. ... it was my boss, calling to ask how I felt. I told him I felt much better right now after relaxing, but wasn't planning on going anywhere either tonight or tomorrow because I had spent a considerable amount of time in the bathroom. (My bf just about flipped out when he heard that). I told my boss it might have been a touch of the flu, or something that got into my intestinges. (My BF was beside himself)
That night, my BF stayed over and for the first time we slept together and did all the things we had heard people talk about.
The next day, after rising about 10 a.m., Jerry asked if it "was time for post-graduate" practice sessions.
I agreed ... we did about a half-dozen enemas each ... I was completely exhausted by 2 p.m. ... we went back to bed, this time only to sleep and, wouldn't you know it, my boss called about 6 p.m., wanting to know how I felt.
"great," I told him, "I guess I just needed some rest. I slept until about 10, then went back to bed about 2 and slept until 5 or so."
He just said, "Great. Hope this bug didn't spoil you're weekend."
Trying to hold back from laughing, I just said, "Well, I did go to the bathroom several times today, but maybe I just needed some rest. I'm sure I'll feel better by Sunday."
Jerry and I laugh as much about that weekend today as we did 40 years ago when we were dating. Oh, by the Way, Jerry passed all his tests, got in license, and shortly after we got married and have been happily enjoyed our lives together. We've had three children, all since having started families of their own. Jerry and I are happily retired, occasionally he asks if he can practice some of his techniques like we did back in our school days ... and we do ... and it's just as much fun now as it was back then.
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