I love enemas.When i was a child my mother was very cocerned about my bowel habits.I would have constipation problems often and that concerned my mother because she felt that regular bowel movements were healty.If mo thought i was not having daily bowel movements she became very concerned and took amediate action.Mom would say i think your bowels need a good cleaning out so i’m going to give you a good saop suds enema.Mom would heat a pink fuzzy fleecy blanket that she had buy draping the blanket over a hot radiator and then take me into the bathroom were the red buldging enema bag would be hanging on a towel hook.Mom would sit on the closed toilet and take the heated fuzzy blanket and drape it over her lap and have me lay on her warm blanket covered lap and give me a warm soap suds enema or two or three.I loved the smell of the warm blanket and the Ivory and rubber enema bag.To this day i love enemas and wish i could relive those wounderful times in the bathroom laying on moms blanket covered lap genting agentle loving enema from my wounderful mom.
