Stories

  I got my first enema one summer when I was visiting my Aunt Mary. It was a hot September day and I spent the morning working outside for my Aunt. I was having a hard time concentrating as I had been constipated for a week now. I knew my Aunt Mary would be the only one that could make me feel better. After lunch, Aunt Mary asked me if I’d had a bowel movement today. She told me I had to have one today, period. I knew I needed something to help me but had no idea what was