Enema Stories Novels & Stories

“Also… worthwhile. Turns out spending your days helping hospitals rewrite consent forms is less glamorous than espionage, but significantly better for my sleep.” “How are the forms?” I asked. “Longer,” she said. “Clearer. In three languages. With cartoons. Bash would be proud.” We started down the corridor. Past group rooms. Offices. A small library with a shelf labeled BRAINFICTION / BRAINNONFICTION where someone had thoughtfully placed a sticky note that read: REMEMBER: THESE ARE STORIES, NOT MANUALS. “I saw your last testimony,” Rhea said as we walked. “You didn’t swear at the senator who called NIN ‘an overreaction to a one‑time incident.’ I’m impressed.”

And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl. My hand slumped away in exhaustion….and my face? I couldn’t help the tiny grin that spread across it. That was….it was good. But here’s the thing about post nut clarity, it snaps you back to reality at once. And my reality was, I had a fiancé waiting for me at our launch table. Oh No!! The guilt hit me as I scrambled to fix my clothes properly before bolting out of the stall. Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom?

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

I feel self conscious as he looks across my body but I manage to not curl up into an embarrassed ball. "So this is an enema kit, you fill it with warm water and squirt it into your asshole to clean out the poo. I'll show you and I've got a new one you can use," he says and I frown. "That sounds uncomfortable," I say and he shrugs. "It's not too bad, but it's better than having shit when you fuck," he says and I nod. He shows me how to do it and I copy as he lets the water into the toilet. I laugh at the noise and he starts giggling too. We both do it twice more and I have to admit it's satisfying to see the water come out clean.

I go into the bathroom and explain to Cole that Marcus is going to fuck me which he finds very exciting. "Do you need help with anything?" Cole asks when I get a spare enema kit from under the sink. "You get in the shower while I do this, I'll manage." I blush. Cole kisses my cheek and gets into the shower and starts washing himself. I fill the small bulb shaped thing with warm water and look at it with a grimace. I've only had to do this once before and I didn't enjoy it. I put one leg on the toilet seat and bend forward so I can insert the thin nozzle into my asshole and squeeze the water inside. Why did I think this was a good idea?

said Sunna, seeing Nikhil inside the washroom "Ye, I am here. I just want to see you bathe. Do you have any problems?" " Of Course No , Sir" replied Sunna nervously. Sunna put finger inside her vagina to clean Nikhil's baby batter first . Seeing her do so was making Nikhil hard once again. "If you allow me then can I clean you ." said Nikhil with a smirk but his tone was more of a command instead of request. Sunna was a bit hesitant at first but she said" As your wish ." Nikhil went towards her and started running down water from the hand shower to her vagina and putting his fingers inside her once again to clean his own mess.

Cody opened his mouth to speak but only a grunt came out, which brightened Hannah's already cheerful demeanor. Cody sat still as Hannah locked the posture collar onto his neck again and led him out of his cage by his leash to the enema rail. He tried to tell her that he hated this but again only a grunt came out. His owner secured his collar to the rail so that he was bent over and his ass was sticking up in the air. He felt several hard slaps on the inside of his thighs forcing the boy to spread his legs wide for her. Moments later he felt the nozzle being inserted and again his ass was filled from behind. While he was being filled with the first enema of the day, Cody could hear his owner

I believe mom ,I do . The doctor just walked in my room she brought my discharge papers and also came to talk to my mum. The doctor along with mum left the room and went outside my ward.While in bed I had an uneasy feeling I wanted to know what the doctor was telling mum so I went to stand behind the door to listen to what the doctor was saying."Madam before I tell you this I beg of you to relax." "What is it doctor you are scaring me. " "I'm so sorry but Irene ,Irene ..." "Irene ,what!" "Irene is my first patient I could not cure ." Irene !" What do you mean I could not be cured?After telling me about all the people you had cured which are kicking and alive or!!!, were they are lies? "Huh

She looked down at the floor and I saw a tear roll from the end of her nose. "'Please, Luke' is not your safeword. Lift your leg onto the toilet seat or I'll use a different solution." She lifted her leg and I could see her knees trembling. I inserted the enema nozzle and she jerked as if the solution had hot pepper in it. Actually, I used a bit of peppermint along with a mild soap and warm water; it wouldn't hurt at all. I opened the valve. "Hold it in. I'll tell you when you can relieve yourself." Her tears turned to soft hiccups. I really thought she'd cave by now, but her stubborn brain was blocking her desire to end the humiliation. I moved her to the toilet and sat her down. Turning my