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Coffee

{ September 17, 2009 @ 00:36 } · { To Do }
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I haven’t tried a coffee enema yet. I’m excited about doing so–a partner recently purchased several bags for me of certified organic, non-flavored and fairly traded coffee for use with enemas. It is finely ground and rich in color: seemingly a medium roast, though I’ve read that does not matter so much.

I have long had a fascination with full body detoxification. It began while masturbating one day and imagining someone forcing me to go through several days of full detox with enemas, fating on only honey and lemon water to drink, yoga, exfoliating and more. Um, yes: I have a control fetish! Mind you, this fantasy was prior to my deepened interest of enemas though I had used them to clean for anal sex already. A natural progression for me is to seek out more intense body purification methods. No, I have not found someone willing to put me through such hoops as a full cleansing, but I have lured partners into at least the love of enemas–so we’ll start there on my journey.

Coffee enemas are hailed to increase the detoxification effects, increased liver detoxification, and pain reduction. The natural and hollistic health communities utilize them as a common remedy in the complementary treatment of cancer. The most important difference of a coffee enema is the presence of caffeine. It stimulates the relaxation of smooth muscles causing dilatation of blood vessels and bile ducts, and increased stimulation.

It was noted that coffee enemas may be encouraging of an electrolyte imbalance: I suppose sucking down some gatoraide prior would surely be of help. I find this to be helpful when taking any enema in fact. Obviously with the use of caffeine it’s said that you can achieve quick relief when fatigued, sleepy, headachy, or is just feeling poorly. By stimulating the liver and gallbladder, your body should push out bile it would otherwise hold onto: thus generating more movement and activity throughout your body.

Apparently drinking coffee and having a coffee enema are extremely different: and though I don’t drink coffee often, I do enjoy it. Though I dislike the jittery feeling I get for not drinking it regularly. Apparently that’s exactly the part you experience when receiving a coffee enema.

I’ve found this recipe and hope to find the time to give it a try in the near future:
Coffee Enema Recipe

* Bring 8 cups of water to a boil.
* Grind eight heaping spoonfuls of organic coffee. Put it in a french press pot. You can use a drip coffee maker, but be sure to use organic, non-bleached coffee filters.
* Pour the water over the coffee grounds and let it steep then cool for one hour or more.
* After this amount of time, the liquid should be about body temperature. If you stick your finger in the water it should be lukewarm or cool, but not hot.
* Press the coffee grounds to the bottom, then pour the coffee liquid into the enema bag.
* Never utilize flavored coffee, sweetened coffee, or coffee with milk (cafe au lait) for this purpose.

I haven’t spoken to others in person about their coffee enema experiences, though there’s much on the web to contradict and give further details. A simple article with more details can be found here.

His first bulb

{ September 10, 2009 @ 08:00 } · { Beginnings, Experiences }
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He takes medication that requires him to take suppositories every day. And with my own enema interest it is amazing e hasn’t allowed me to help. I am often asking if I can put him on a set enema regime to help take care of this in a way that is less upsetting to his system. No, he says. And round and round we go for the past three years!

No.

Finally, one day, I got a yes! So we starting with a single squeeze of the enema bulb. He describes it as uncomfortable. But not so much that he isn’t willing to finally try a bag next time. Hopefully that won’t take three years again.

I loved seeing him standing in the shower naked, arms and hands outstretched onto the shower side, legs spread and a massive blush running across his cheeks. It wasn’t this subjected him to me, on the contrary it was because he allowed me that I felt honored and excited by this. Hopefully we’ll have more of those moments in the future.

I’ve heard this is a common problem with enema lovers: getting their partner not only to accept, but to appreciate and then enjoy as well. I have been lucky to have all my partners be accepting and most of them to be appreciative and some to truly love it as much as I do myself.

But how sad to not have this! I’ve known folks that go out seeking a partner that is already into this. And I’ve known those that find a partner and then convert them. Others chose not to share this interest at all. Difficult choices for some, and a simple task for others.

Label your soap

{ September 5, 2009 @ 07:20 } · { Experiences }
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I had all my gear laid out. All the time in the world to enjoy. I was going to make the most of my afternoon alone with myself. Enjoy a long hot shower, give myself a much deserving enema and pampering, and get off–A LOT. But the fates had other things in store for me…

Imagine this: I’m in the shower, aromatherapy situated and filling my body with relaxation, lights dimmed, cat happy fed and sleeping so as not to bother me, enema gear and supplies all set up, my brand new vintage enema can prepped and ready for plundering, candles lit and my trusty vibrating rubber duckie by my side. What could be a more perfect scenario you might ask? Humor was apparently missing!

I filled the can, dropped in double the usual amount of bronners and took my time enjoying the new delron nozzle I had only yet tried once before. It has 8 holes in a circle that I can feel very accutely and JUST the right curve to hit my anal G spot and I inhailed the first can with sighs of relief. I was delighted to find how easily I could put the can in front of the shower and refill whilst never stopping. I took a second can and though I nearly burst I held it for some time.

I stepped out of the shower to expel and came back to refill with a second can of clear water. But as that was finishing I realized the inside of the can was slick as though oil had been added. My eyes opened wide and suddenly I realized I didn’t smell the familiar peppermint I was used to associating with enema-time. What had I done?!

I opened the bottle, smelled and realized someone had switched my mini bronners bottle with my mini grapeseed oil and essential oil blend I used for bedtime. My mind raced over the information I have read about using essential oil and pressed oil in the bum. I ran out of the shower and grabbed the actual bronners. Refilling the can I put in a good helping of soap and off we go again. I was both worried about getting the oil out and wanting to enjoy myself.

All in all I went through at least 6 full cans! After the initial release I was able to simply release into the shower: I love that feeling of simply letting go, allowing my body to respond as it desires as opposed to holding, waiting, controlling. Feeling the water burst through and into my ass, the nozzle sliding again myself inside and my duckie helping between my legs, to see that my cunt is filled and thrilled.