The girl next door's enema bag.
by David
This is a strange but true story. I guess this fetish will drive a person to do strange things. About 15 years ago, I was renting a small house. Next door was a small 2 story house where a neighbor girl lived. Her name was Debra. She and my wife would lay out in the yard together. (Sun bathe) This girl was about 30 and was just gorgeous. I was about 28 at the time. I always wondered if she had ever had an enema. Just the thought got me exited. I got my first surprise one night just as I drove up to my house. She had an upstairs bathroom on the side of her house. It was obvious which window was the bathroom because it was smaller and up higher than the rest. The light was on and from the street, there was a perfect view of her shower head. From that angle, there was also a perfect view of what was hanging from it. A red hot water bottle with a white hose. You couldn't tell from that distance what was on the end of it. I thought, OK, she's got a douche bag. One day opportunity struck. She called and wanted me to come look at her VCR. (I worked on those at the time.) I went to her house and while I was there, of course, I conveniently needed to use the bathroom. When I shut the door, I made a beeline for the tub. My mouth dropped open. There was an enema nozzle on the hose. The douche nozzle was lying in a little soap dish nearby but there was a freakin enema nozzle on the hose! I thought, Oh God, all this time I've been wondering if this babe had ever had an enema and she's been up here in this little bathroom giving them to herself! This gorgeous chick gives herself enemas right here in this little room where I'm standing! I took note of her gear. There was one thing strange. The bag had a long tear across the top. I don't know if it just happened or she did it to be able to fill it like a fountain syringe without removing the hose. Anyway, I took her VCR home to repair. For several days, I thought, I want that enema bag. There wasn't anything special about it other than the fact that it was hers. It had been used on her. The thought of where that hose had been, what it had made her feel, and what it had made her do, drove me up the wall. I got an idea. I had several bags myself and had a new one with the same type hose, nozzle, and clamp. The white hose, white nozzle, and plastic ratchet clamp were very common. I knew I couldn't match the bag with the tear but at least I would have the business end of it. So yes, when I returned the VCR, I swapped them being careful to drape the new hose the same way I found hers since it was out in plain view. At the same time, I did a little snooping and discovered that she had a brand new bag in the cabinet under the sink. Unused and still in the box. I guessed she would soon throw away the torn one even though it was still usable. In the meantime, my wife mentioned to me that Debra had some kind of rectal bleeding problem and was having to take enemas everyday for a little while. A few months passed but I couldn't figure out how to get the bag to make the set complete. I knew she hadn't thrown it away because you could still see it in the window at night from the street. Even if not, I certainly couldn't check the garbage everyday from then on. Then, I got a brilliant idea. I'd get her to just give it to me! The next time I was over there, I mentioned that I was working on a project (I built many things.) and needed two sheets of rubber about 6 inches by 6 inches. I was sure to say that it didn't matter what color they were. She didn't know. I thought, Damn, she didn't take the bait. Oh well, I tried. Then, just as I was leaving, I got one last idea. I asked what time it was. I told her that I just had an idea for the rubber I needed. If I could make it to the drug store before it closed, I would buy a hot water bottle and cut it up. Of course she said, "Oh, I've got an old one of those you can have.". Next thing I knew, she came walking down the stairs with that hot water bottle in her hand to give me. Of course, she had taken the hose and stuff off but she did have a strange little smile on her face as she came down with it. Maybe she thought it was funny that she had a little secret. She was giving me something she had been taking enemas with and I didn't know. What she didn't know was that I had a little secret. I already knew what she had been doing with it and I had the rest of it! When I got home, I found out exactly what she had felt! Both of us have moved. I haven't seen her in years but I still have Debra's enema bag.
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