Lesbian Enema Novels & Stories

I slipped into my room, locked the door, and yanked the curtains shut until the space was dim and secret. My hands shook as I pulled my favorite dildo from the nightstand—the thick, veiny eight-inch one I had only ever used while thinking about girls like her. I shoved my shorts and panties down in one motion, kicked them aside, and fell back onto the bed, legs spread wide. I opened my laptop and clicked straight to my favorite lesbian video—the one with the girl getting a sensual massage that turned into a proper fucking. The moans filled the room. I didn’t even bother with foreplay. I rubbed my swollen clit in fast, desperate circles, then slid two fingers deep into my dripping hole, pumpi

I can truthfully say that I am not a fan of enemas, and if anything keeps me on the straight and narrow, an enema punishment would definitely be one of them. I have to admit that I do feel a bit lighter and less bloated, but the cramps that come with the procedure are not something that I prefer to do. Now, the way that Jace is taking charge and being his sexy Dominant self, punishing me in that awful way, and threatening me with ginger root, yep, I’m so horny for him that I’m happy to climb onto the bed and let him stick it where the sun doesn’t shine.