My First Suppository Experience
My first suppository experience was not a happy one, to say the least, and I think it probably set the precedent for how I handled all my subsequent suppository experiences, of which there were many when I was a little boy. I remember that first one well, and in quite some detail, considering how young I was at the time. I was out playing in the back when my mom opened her bedroom window and, with a big smile on her face, asked me to come inside for a minute because she needed to give me something. Of course, I had no idea what that something was as I made my way upstairs to her bedroom where she was waiting for me. She picked me up, laid me on my back on her large silk covered bed and swiftly removed my shorts and undershorts. She then raised my legs up and back and the next thing I remember was her leaning over me, pushing something slippery up my bottom. I tried to resist its entry but my mom kept pushing on it until it slid all the way up, followed by her finger. It was the most alien feeling, like pooping in reverse, and I started to cry uncontrollably. I had been given a glycerin suppository and it was a truly dreadful experience. Little did I know it then but that suppository was going to be the first of many I received during the next few years and the cause of a lot of drama and tears.