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Subject: Re: faking it? Author: Mike [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: Thursday, May 08, 2014, 06:53: pm In reply to: Missy 's message, "faking it?" on Friday, February 21, 2014, 07:32: pm Faking it! This thread brings back a funny memory that 2 can play at this game. I was 17 and had a pretty rough weekend of partying with my friends. It was senior year and we had about one month till graduation so we were all coasting. I was the youngest of 7 and all of my siblings except for 1 brother had moved on to college or were already married.. I felt like crap on Monday morning and told my mom I had the flu and had just thrown up. (Not true) she felt my forehead and concurred that I was warm and should stay home. She had her cell phone and decided she should call Dr. Martins office and get me an appointment. I said it wasn't necessary but she said she was calling and walked into my bathroom and I heard her talking to his nurse. Little did i know she really called no one. She was faking it because she knew I was faking it. I heard her say 'OK I agree; I think he needs a few enemas also" I about shit my drawers when I heard the word enema. I had my share of them and was in no mood for an enema this morning. I heard her talking to my brother Bill and she told him she needed his help and that I was sick and needed an enema. Next thing I knew Bill came into my room and told me mom was bringing the enema bag down to my bathroom and that I needed to get in the tub in position for an enema. Knowing I was in deep shit and Bill being a lot bigger than me I had no choice but to cooperate. Bill out a towel in the tub and I pulled my boxers off and laid on my belly on the towel. in walked mom, enema bag in hand already filled with warm soapy water. She handed the bag to Bill told him to hold it ss she sat on the edge of the tub and slipped the nozzle in my butt. I told her this wasn't necessary but without a word unclamped the hose and let the enema fill me up. 2 enemas later I was back in bed and actually felt better. It was years later that she told me about the fake call to Dr. Martin. We both got a chuckle out of it and I told her I deserrved the enemas. Last time I ever faked being sick. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: Re: faking it? Author: Nick [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Thursday, July 31, 2014, 09:02: pm Never as a child because I feared it could mean a painful and embarrassing shot in the bare bottom. As an adult no longer afraid of buttock injections, however, I craved the erotic thrill of being treated by my doctor's beautiful nurse and managed to convince him to prescribe a series of daily vitamin shots. She took me into another room and uttered the apprehensively hoped-for words, "Drop your trousers, pull down your pants and bend over. This is going in your bottom." Although large and deep, the individual shots didn't hurt too much but the cumulative effect left me unable to sit down, which amused her, and her overt pleasure at seeing me each time I arrived for one of the daily injections made me think she enjoyed giving them to me. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]