My First Enema
I remember my first time ever getting an enema. It was three years ago. I had to have a procedure done that required I had an enema. I was absolutely mortified! I remember thinking, "things are only suppose to go out not go in!" This, of course, was before I had the pleasure of anal sex. I remember the nurse calling me back and taking me into a room. She told me to change into a gown and get on this table laying face down. She was very attractive. Her scrubs slightly tight at the chest and snug on the rear. Her manner was somewhat dominating and I found myself starting to get turned on. I was very surprised at how I was responding to the whole incident. At that time I was very, shall we say, uptight about sex. I had only had sex with men and never even thought about women. She placed her hand on my bottom and, without much warning, slipped the tip in. It was like a surge of electricity going through my body. I remember the solution going in and filling my bowels. What I was so mortified by I found great pleasure in. Once I was done being filled up. She pulled the tip out. She told me, in her dominate voice, that I had to hold it in for it to work effectively and that she would come back. She left the room. I enjoyed the sensation of being full, of wanting to release the mounting pressure, but knowing I couldn't. When my stomach starting cramping, it only increased the pleasure. The more I cramped the more I would squirm and the more difficult it became to hold it in. This also, in some perverse way, increased the pleasure for me. Just when I thought I could not hold it any longer, the nurse came back in the room. She said that I could go and evacuate my bowels. It was all I could do to hold it in. When I reached the toilet, I wanted to hold on to the feeling a little longer, but I couldn't. My bowels exploded and with it came the most intense wave of pleasure I had ever felt! It was a hundred times more intense than any ****** I ever experienced. Five or six times I was overcome with this intense pleasure. When my bowels were empty, I was disappointed that it was over, but knew that I was spent. The nurse came in to check on me. She told me that she heard me moaning and wanted to make sure that I was okay. I looked up at her, and with a bit of a devilish smirk, said that I was okay. A very slight grin came across her lips and she winked at me. And that was my first experience getting an enema!