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Date Posted: Thursday, August 25, 2011, 08:02: pm
What some of you guys only dreamed about did happen to me. My gal pal right out of high school was attending nursing school, while I was attending a vocational school (now these are technical colleges) and were had talked about our future on several occasions ... that's how serious it was becoming.
One evening, just after we both completed out semester tests, and after having a few beers to celebrated our successes, we ended up at her apartment where we talked about this, that and the other thing ... so to speak.
One thing led to another and she asked point blank "what is your most desirous fantasy?" I said, and maybe this was the beer talking, "Giving my sweetheart and enema." She shocked me when she answered, "how did you guess what mine was?" then added "where?"
I said "here and now" and she got up, walked into her quite small bathroom, opened the second drawer of her vanity, and said, "Let the pleasure be all yours. I want an enema, then I'll give you one, okay?" the drawere held a syringe, hot water bag, several nozzles, and a hose.
Unbelieveable!! She filled the basin with warm water, then threw in a bar of ivory soap, swished it around with one hand as she unbuttoned her blouse with another. As I was going to "help her," she turned to me and said, "Are you going to act like an attending physician or a lover?" No more hints needed as I slipped out of my duds just as she slipped out of hers.
She filled the bag and said "where" and I said, how about the living room to which she grabbed the bag and jar of petroleum jelly and we were one our way.
She hung the bag over one of the high-backed dining room chairs she had dragged into the living room, asked how I wanted her, and I said "over my lap," and she simply said, "well, sit down."
She laid across my lap eagerly, I massaged her legs, butt, inside her legs, touched her tenderest spots before applying someof the jelly to her port, making sure I got my finger imbedded deeply into her, before inserting the nozzle and opening the clip. The chair's back was just high enough to provide a nice flow, not too fast ... she seemed to enjoy every moment as I continued massaging her legs and butt and other good areas. She took the whole bag, but didn't make the dash to the bathroom immediately, instead continued to enjoy my massaging for a couple minutes before she "excused herself" without removing the nozzle, carrying the whole unit into the bathroom, expelling without closing the door.
After several very long minutes, possible as much as 10, she returned, bag refilled, and said, "Now it's my turn. Over my lap, buster."
She pretty much repeated the same procedure I went through, but was kind to my very hard manhood, saying "I don't want to waste that ... I'm saving it for later."
Once she was done, I hate to admit, but my urgency to expell was much greater than her's ... I dashed forthe potty within a minute after she was done.
She explained because the enemas were soapy, we each had to take at least two rinse enemas ... what a delightful experience. Nothing exotic in the living room, just a routine enema or two or three (I think it was three) in the bathroom ... then we watched TV to make sure our systems were clear before completing the dpromise of using what I had saved ... her words.
We became enemates from that night on, usually doing it a couple times a month. The following June we both graduated from our respective schools ... I landed a good automechanics job at a local firm, she landed a nice job at a local clinic after passing all her tests to become a registered nurse.
We have been enemates now for 33 years and married for 30 years ... and still enjoy surprising each other with new toys. We had three children and are now empty nested and enjoying a renewed enemate lifestyle.
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Why enema fantasy?