Erotic Enema Story の小説・ストーリー

But she had to. She slowly walked over to the bed and sat down. Her hands trembled as she opened the cover. She flipped through the pages, past the short poems, the little love scenes, and the silly dialogues she had written just for fun. Then she stopped at page forty. Her stomach dropped. That was where the first real erotic story started. She stared at the words. Her face burned. It was something she wrote late one night, out of boredom… or curiosity. She never meant for anyone to see it.

"Erica, I was ashamed. How could I explain that I had an erectile dysfunction from an explosion? It was embarrassing. The times I went out, it was to my doctor and the time you caught me in the bathroom, I was so frustrated that I was trying to force an orgasm. It worsened my situation.” He squeezed my hands even tighter. Something about his story felt off. When I saw him in the bathroom, his cock looked fine to me. Maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me, making me see what it wanted me to see. "Erica, I appreciate everything that you did today–” He kissed the back of my hand tenderly. “–It means a lot to me. I just need to get better." I felt a strange feeling in my chest. I wasn't angry

It had been spontaneous and exciting, but certainly not painful as his fingers rolled her clit, making her cum while his dick shot yet another load of cum into her ass. In the afternoon they did go down into the basement, but the activity down there consisted of him filling her bowels with warm water. He gave her three enemas, making her hold them for a long while as she cramped and pleaded to be allowed to void herself. After each one he had her release over the drain and then poured water down from the shower head to clean her and the floor. During the last one he had her stand facing the wall, hands up against it with her legs spread while he spanked her, and she whimpered and pleaded as

(That was the little joke I made up to lighten the mood in my head. I found one story that had seven chapters. It was called "The Vasectomy". It was about a girl and her father, of course. Her dad wanted to have a vasectomy, and she ended up going with him to the clinic. Once they got there, her dad got cold feet. They somehow managed to get into a room where he could lie down before the procedure. The daughter (Daniel) innocently convinces her dad that masturbating might help put him at ease. And that leads to her ultimately doing the job for him. It was such a hot scene, my pussy was completely drenched after just the first chapter. (I had to change tampons frequently while I read through

"I’ve heard of it, but I’m not entirely sure what it involves. Could you explain it to me?" "Sure. An enema is a procedure where a liquid is introduced into the rectum to stimulate evacuation of the bowels. It’s often used for medical reasons, like relieving constipation or preparing for certain medical exams. Some people also use it for personal or intimate reasons, as part of specific types of play." "I didn’t realise it had those medical uses as well. So, it’s not just for pleasure or BDSM, it has a practical side too?" "Exactly. It can be used in both medical and recreational contexts, but if someone’s considering it for the latter, it’s really important that it's done safely."

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

Even an idiot knows that if the answer makes Daniel lose interest, the tragic situation in front of him will never end. “Like… Like… Oh… Like your sausage… Let me go, oh… I beg you…” Jenny was so embarrassed that she struggled to death, her whole body turning red from embarrassment. The metal nozzle in the body brings a sense of urgency that is becoming more and more unbearable, the terrible thing is that the prostate gland is also under the pressure, slowly, the gentle organ in front, but slowly begins to begin. raised his head.

With a chill in her voice, Sara asked, "You mean to say that I forced him to say these words?" When Eric did not respond to Sara's question, she raised her voice and continued: "Not much more needs to be said! Mr. Joe, please remove Eric from the Happy Hill Pub immediately!" After being pushed to the limit, Eric eventually took a stand and declared in a loud voice, "I don't have a venereal disease; I just have a mild case of 'haemorrhoids' disease!

“ Woah! What’s wrong Emma? “ He asks concerned. I push him and start sobbing hysterically. “ You…you ra..raped me. “ I stutter, in between my sobs. He just rolls his eyes at me. He walks down, and get down on his knees up to my level. “ I did not rape you, we did not even have sex Emma. I was just messing with you, stop crying. “ He replies softly, cupping my face with his hands. His voice so gentle. “ What do you mean? I was naked in the bathroom and my legs hurt. “ I complain, still sobbing. Mr. Enrique gets up and hands me a glass of water making me sit of the sofa. “ You were naked in the bed as I had to pull your naked ass out of the bath tub, you fell asleep in the bath tub Emma. I onl

It’s amazing, while Herford says, “Yes, girl. Come on you Professor's giant cock…” "Yes! It’s huge. It’s big. I want it. I want it aaaaall!” I scream falling on the desk as if I were dying. It's the first time something like this has happened to me. I don't really know how to react or what to do. I think I just had an orgasm. I look at Hereford and he's still holding it in his hand, waving it up and down, guiding it with his loving right hand and I ask him what to do.