Piss enema Stories

Schrödinger's Twat We stand in the garden. I have got through half the bourbon, and I am smoking the rest of the third joint. My underneath is cool and still damp from its extreme treatment, followed by a soothing immersion in the bidet. From time to time, Mutant John will lift my skirt to accelerate the drying process. He will invariably touch me ‘by accident.’ Neither of us will mention this. Instead, we discuss literat...

Streams of Pleasure He doesn’t say when he’s going to do it. Instead, he lubes up and fucks me again. Continuing the theme of life going on as if I’m not being intimately penetrated, I smoke and get higher. Mutant John truly is a master with the stuff, because at no point do I feel overwhelmed by it. I ask if I can check my makeup in the mirror over the sink, and he gently moves me sideways as he continues to shaft me. I...

I have known Myna for just over seven years now. I can’t tell you much about how we met, the times or locations of our twice or thrice yearly assignations, nor, for that matter, any details that might identify her in any way. Suffice it to say that Myna is not her real name and, despite the title I chose for this account, she is not actually a real nurse. Myna and I are not lovers in the general sense of the word but I ca...