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.
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Olenus Roeder Said:
on November 4, 2009 at 19:01
If I understand this right, your error was not dangerous for your health, fortunately, it just served as a pretext for a wild and hasty enema orgy.
I am interested in writing about enema, again and again and in all detail, but really, the enema is a very simple procedure and can be described, clearly and completely, on maybe three pages of text. or less. Your blog is fascinating to read, and probably good to write, but it also curls around a basically simple procedure. So you invent enema crises just to have something to write about.
This is not to criticise you, but I am trying to understand you. Please go on writing about the enema and yourself.
Olenus
butchkittie Said:
on November 5, 2009 at 07:35
Hi there! Actually it would make a really good ‘add in’ just to write about. But I’m actually so blonde that I really did this on accident. Sorry to have to admit that, actually! It may be a physically simple proceedure, but it’s emotionally complex for me and wonderfully multi-faceted.