I'd been divorced around 14 months when I met Rich through the personal ad I had placed in the paper. His divorce had been final for about six months at that point. We were both in our late forties and hit it off immediately, talking and laughing for hours at a time. It wasn't long before we became intimate, and within three months he had moved in. I have a small but modern home with two full bathrooms and a built-in pool that can be reached through sliding glass doors in the bedroom. The entire backyard is fenced in and completely private.
I had never known a lover like this, so sweet and gentle. Lovemaking was something we took our time with. He'd make me feel things I'd never felt before. He gave me orgasms "stronger," I told him, "than the ones I give myself." When I asked him, "where did you learn these things?" he said, "your body tells me what to do."
One evening after making love, we were lying in bed side by side chatting, discussing these wondrous feelings we had so recently discovered. Rich asked me if he was doing everything the way I liked and if I had any requests. I responded, "You are a more perfect lover than I have ever hoped for." "Well, how about fantasies?" he pressed, "there must be some things you've fantasized about. I want to make them come true." It was at that moment I knew I could tell him about the enemas I had been giving myself for years. I had never told anyone--not even my husband when things were great between us. I knew I could tell Rich without fear of losing him o embarrassing myself.
So, taking a deep breath, I told him. And you know what he said? "Go look in the duffle bag that I have under the vanity in my bathroom." I did and marveled at the array of enema bags, tubes, solutions, and nozzles. We both laughed with the relief of knowing we had such a big thing in common, and that it no longer had to be kept secret.
There were several bottles of liquid glycerin. I took one and filled a baby syringe with it. I also filled a two-quart bag with warm water. I brought it all into the bedroom. I have a four-poster bed and I tied his wrists and ankles with ribbon to the footposts. I used Vaseline on the enema nozzle and my right index finger.
"Relax, baby, I'm going to make you feel so good," I said.
Rich responded, "Don't worry. Don't be afraid to hurt me." His voice had become deep and husky, and knowing what a gentle lover he is, I was surprised to hear the comment.
I gently entered him with my finger, and finding his prostate, began to massage it. His breathing changed almost immediately.
"Come on! Get on with it! Give me my enema!" Rich commanded. "Be careful what you wish for," I said.
I gave the baby syringe a good squeeze and got the glycerin into him. Immediately I got the enema nozzle into him. Before I even had clicked the tubing open, Rich was panting, and I knew the glycerin had done its work.
"Ok, ok, I have to go." "Sandy! I have to go!"
"Ok baby, right after this," I answered, and clicked open the enema. He was rolling his hips left to right and taking deep breaths. I became a little frightened and asked if I was hurting him. He opened his eyes suddenly and said, "You're doing fine."
The bag emptied. His eyes closed, Rich said, "This is so good...I can't believe this...Make love to me." His penis was as large as I'd ever seen it. I lowered my mouth to it and made long, slow, beautiful love to him. I licked his balls. I ran my tongue along the underside of his penis. I teased the ridge under the head with my teeth. I took his penis in my mouth to the back of my throat in long languorous strokes. His orgasm was strong and long-lasting. He was still spasming even after semen stopped coming out. When he was done, he ran to the bathroom, liquid rolling down his leg. That was the first time I ever gave Rich an enema. This marked an important turn in our relationship. We became closer and more intimate. We were adventurous. His favorite way to receive enemas was while he floated in the cold water of the swimming pool. I preferred the comfort of my bed. He wanted the cramps enemas would inevitably bring. Sometimes I would become frightened and stop the enema. He would become angry and I would begin the flow again. Cold water enemas in a cold water swimming pool. Eight ounces of glycerin followed by a soapy water enema in bed using a inflatable nozzle. Nothing scares him.
We are still together, deeply in love and devoted to each other. What we
share is so private, so intimate. I don't think I could ever show this
side of myself to anyone else. I hope we are together always.
