Friday, September 2, 2011
I can't remember the first time my mother ever took my temperature with a rectal thermometer. Nor the second. Nor third. What I do remember, though, is the thousands of time she probed me from the time I was five until I was about fourteen. The procedure was always the same, almost ritualistic in it inability to waver. I would lie on my tummy with my pants down before Mom ever even entered the room. I knew it was coming after all, why both
Your First Enema
You enter the room and I greet you and give you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I ask you to remove your clothes and enter the bathroom. You undress, and as you enter, you have butterflies in your stomach. You notice that there is only candlelight and there is classical music softly playing. There are fresh flowers in a vase on the vanity, an enema bag in the sink and a gym bag in the corner of the bathroom. You ask; "what i
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Thursday, September 1, 2011
I'm a 19 year old male. I'm 6 feet, weigh 165 pounds, have blond hair and blue eyes. Yesterday I went for a yearly physical at the student clinic. The doctor that examined me was a very young looking guy, probably just out of med school. After the preliminary medical history, he told to strip to my shorts. He examined me from top to bottom, poked and prodded everywhere.
He said I was in great shape, and asked if I worked out. I said I do,
Posted by resuck.com at 9:25 PM
As a young girl growing up, I suffered continually from chronic constipation. My mother never gave me an enema, but used suppositories to remedy the situation.
Her method always brought me both pleasure and frustration. The pleasure was from inserting the suppository with her vaselined middle finger, shoving the suppository up inside me as far as her finger could go. Often, not believing the suppository was in as far as it should be, she pumped her fin
Posted by resuck.com at 5:25 PM
It was during the first week of summer after high school graduation and I was on my way to work at my summer job in my beat up Ford Escort. I remember seeing the bumper of the truck out of the corner of my right eye as it ran the stop sign and it loomed large in the side window of my car.
I woke up two days later naked and confused in the ICU of our community hospital. I tried to yell for help but the tube in my throat prevented me from m
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ou are without a doubt the prettiest thing I have ever found in my bed.? I had been asleep on my stomach; the room was bathed in sunlight pouring through the open curtains, the sheet over my naked body down to my thighs, and the exposed cheeks of my ass were being lightly kissed. The phrase y bed?was trying to impress upon my brain its significance, but I needed time to focus, heodore!?I started to reach for the sheet, but a gentle hand caught
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You Never Know When Youl Get What You Wish For
It true I had been putting off going to the doctor for my annual check-up. In fact I had skipped two years in a row so I figured it was high time to do something about it. I called the clinic, made an appointment and showed up on the agreed upon date and hour.
As usual I was too hurried and short of time that day to prepare myself properly. Oh sure, I washed, showered, put on clean clothes and underwe