From skipole@ibm.net Tue Dec 10 21:41:06 1996 Newsgroups: alt.sex.enemas Subject: Repost-The Cabin... From: "LM" <skipole@ibm.net> Date: 11 Dec 1996 03:41:06 GMT Author note: I did this story as a cyber-session on IRC for someone I met online several weeks ago. We have since become on-line friends. It was my very first attempt at this sort of thing. When I did it, I wasn't thinking so much of a story, but of how a first-time meeting with someone I didn't know might go. My primary interest was/is to make that person safe and have a nice experience. Like Dragnet, the names have been changed to protect the innocent. I have tried to smooth it out a little from the line-by-line IRC format, but may not have been entirely successful. It's kind of long, but I hope you like it. There isn't a lot of sex here--that wasn't the intent. To the lady I did this for... THE CABIN You arrive at my house in the mountains. It's cold outside when you get out of the car and the snow has started falling heavily now. There is no moon as it is snowing, but you can see everything because of the way the snow is reflecting the available light. There are tall lodgepole pines and thick Douglas firs all around. In front of you is a large log cabin made from huge timbers. You can see a wisp of smoke coming from the large moss-rock chimney. There is a faint glow coming from within. It's very quiet and all you hear is the large snowflakes hitting your coat. The walk has been recently cleared for your arrival, so you walk up to the door. You stand there for a minute wondering why you're there. You are about to meet someone that, up until now, has been just a few faceless lines on a computer screen. There's a little fear, and a little excitement all at the same time. You're in the middle of this forest far away from home. Your mind wanders a bit, but suddenly your jarred back to reality by the crash of a lodgepole pine falling from the weight of the heavy snow. There's a big brass knocker on the heavy-looking door. You use it--clank, clank, clank. You hear footsteps and the door opens slowly. You feel a blast of warm air as the door opens. Instantly, you try to match the person you see with your mental picture created by words on a screen. I stand there for a moment doing the same thing. I can see the apprehension and fear in you eyes. I say "Hi, you must be Jean, my name is Lawrence. Come in I'm very glad you are here." You take a few steps in. Looking around you see the same great timbers on the inside as were on the outside of the cabin. Other than the light at the door, there are no other lights on, but you can still see fairly well as there are a number of candles burning and the crackling fire in the fireplace is bright. Still apprehensive, you look around the room but you see no one else and that brings some relief. I take your coat and hang it up. You follow me into the large living room and I offer you a glass of wine. You take a sip--it feels good going down and it warms you throughout. We sit down and talk awhile. We both know why we are together tonight. In the back of your mind, you are still apprehensive. We are talking about things that interest us, but in the back of your mind you're thinking about what you're about to do: get naked and submit to one of the two most intimate pleasures two people could enjoy, and do it with someone you don't know. You ask for some more wine, but I tell you no, not until later--I want you to do this of your own accord, not the wine's. After awhile I ask you, "Are you ready?" The wine has eased your concerns a little, and as we look at each other, we embrace. A long passionate kiss follows as we explore each other through our clothes. In a few minutes, we begin slowly taking off each other's clothing--one piece at time. We stand there holding each other for awhile in the glow of the fireplace and candles--I feel you trembling slightly. I then invite you over to a very thick and soft "bareskin" rug in front of the fireplace. We sit down, and kiss and explore each other a little more. In a few minutes, I have you lay down on your belly. The soft fur feels good from your breasts to your toes. I give you a kiss and tell you to close your eyes, relax, and enjoy the intimate experience about to unfold. I carefully put arms are at your sides and position your legs so they are slightly parted giving me a nice view and access to everything. You feel a few drops of hot oil being sprinkled on your back and you jump slightly at the sensation. This is a special oil that gives a warm tingling sensation. I then start kneading your neck, back, and shoulders with the warm oil. You are thinking about how cold it was outside but how warm you feel now, laying totally naked and exposed in front of this stranger. I sprinkle more hot oil on you. As I continue the massage, we both feel your fear and stress melt away. You begin to get lost in your senses and start moaning or mumbling something. I couldn't understand it, but I interpret it to mean you feel good. I put the oil back up on the hearth to keep it warm. The flickering of the fire is mesmerizing as you watch it through the clear bottle of golden oil. You close your eyes and begin to drift off into another world. I continue massaging down your back alternating firm and light strokes. You have nice firm buttocks and I tell you so. A little more hot oil here. I part your cheeks gently and dribble a couple of drops on your puckered little hole. It feels like electricity as I do it and you quiver all over. With firm and gentle squeezes, I rub the oil into your cheeks causing them to tingle with warmth. Occasionally I part your cheeks and run a finger down between them pausing briefly to tickle your little rosebud with a light touch. I feel it contract slightly with anticipation each time. I now get down by your legs and continue my massage down your thighs. From here I can see that you are very excited by the wetness of your glistening labia peaking out of your bush. I feel very good as the wetness tells me you have lost your fear of me and are having a good time--It's such a beautiful sight. I take and dribble a little hot oil on your lips and you quiver with excitement and anticipation, but I don't touch you there, yet. You came here for an erotic enema, but are not sure when it's going to come--at any rate, you didn't know it was going to be like this. Each time you feel a touch near there, you wonder if the nozzle is coming next. A few more drops onto your labia and then I begin rubbing the oil into your swelling lips and you feel them get warm. It ripples throughout your body and you let out a moan of satisfaction. Yes--this is heaven for me too. I continue my massage down your legs to your feet. They are a little cool, but the oil warms them right up. After spending some time down there, I move back up to your glistening labia. The color of your hair is enhanced by the glow of the fire. You are now so wet, there is a small puddle on the rug between your legs. I massage your pussy while, carefully scooping up it's slippery liquid. I taste it's sweetness and then with my other hand, I part your cheeks. You feel me spreading that slippery juice between your cheeks and on your puckered little hole. You feel my finger gently moving around your bud--the pressure increases very slowly and as I feel you relax, I slowly push it in. I feel your anus twitch, squeezing my finger tightly and I leave it there for a few minutes while my other hand continues massaging. All of these sensations happening at once (not to mention the wine).has your mind in a daze. You close your eyes again and are lost in the sensations. In a little while I feel your puckered little opening stop twitching and start relax. I begin slowly moving my finger in and out and around. Gently and carefully lubricating that tender area, inside and out, for what's to cum. Very gently, I push in another finger. The feeling is overwhelming for both you and me. After a couple minutes, I feel you relax again and I begin moving my fingers, in, out, and around. Gently I withdraw my fingers and in a moment you feel something very warm and very big pressing at your sensitized opening. Very slowly I apply more pressure--there's no hurry here, just gentle pressure. You resist it by tightening your anus, but your slippery juices make penetration inevitable. As it slowly slips in, you feel it getting larger. Further it goes, opening you wider and wider. Suddenly, you realize its a large center-bulge nozzle from the NozWiz, but it's ok--there is no pain. The largest part is past your ring now and continues its inward slide, as once again your anus contracts, pulling it inside and firmly impaling you. You briefly try to push it out, but it's no use. It's too big to get out without help. I roll you over on your back now, placing your arms gently at your side and again parting your legs so I can see the hose and your slippery labia. You're eyes are glazed as you are totally carried away by what's happening to you. I lean down and we embrace and kiss passionately. After a few minutes, I reach up and check the temperature of the solution in an enema can placed near the hearth where the fire will keep it warm. I smile and tell you that it's just right. I want this to be the most loving enema you have ever had, so I will be giving you a very gentle but thorough solution that will clean you out completely. The solution will take about an hour to do its work. The can is only a foot above your body so it will run in very slowly. This, combined with the gentle solution will prevent any cramps. You hear a couple clicks as I open the clamp slightly. You close your eyes waiting for the solution to begin entering you, but you feel nothing. Again, you feel the hot oil dripping--this time on your breasts. I very gently massage the oil into each with circular motions. You feel my hot breath on your nipples and then my tongue lightly tickling each nipple. Eventually I begin suckling your nipples. They are very erect, as am I. My right hand drops more oil on your belly and begins massaging in a counter-clockwise direction to help the enema flow in deeply. You feel a growing warmth inside as the water trickles in. There is no pressure yet, you just feel the warmth. The massage oil is a flavored oil, so I start licking it off your breasts as my right hand moves down and tenderly caresses your fully erect clit. You are VERY wet down there now. A finger slips gently inside as my thumb continues its caresses. You let out a soft moan. My hand moves back up to your belly as you are now starting to feel a little pressure inside. I apply a little more hot oil to your belly and breasts and continue a very gentle massage for another few minutes. Moving down to your thighs, I part your legs a little more. You feel more oil being dropped on your bushy patch and on your legs. I begin massaging the stiffness out of your upper and inner thighs, occasionally tickling your labia and clit. You are now feeling more pressure inside your belly. There is no urge to go yet and no cramps, just a feeling of increasing fullness. You can also feel the nozzle sealing you. It's big, but not uncomfortable. I sit up and look at you. The firelight casts a shadow of your colon on your belly, an indication that the can is almost empty. A few more drops of hot oil on your swelling belly and I again begin a very gentle massage to help spread the enema that is swelling inside you. As I start caressing your labia again, I notice that you are now breathing a little deeper. Your breasts are heaving more and more, and I can see the area between and below your breasts jump with each heartbeat. I can see and you can feel your heart pounding hard. We hear a slight gurgle as the can goes dry and I close the clamp. It has been nearly an hour since the flow started and you are starting to feel an urge to go. But there is another urge building within you. The urge for another type of release. You can feel it, and I can see it in your glassy eyes and your quivering body. I part your legs further and move down between them. Holding the nozzle in tightly, I begin to lick your engorged clit. Your juices are flowing freely now, and have completely soaked the rug between your legs. Faster and faster I lick, while pushing one finger, and then another into your vagina. In a few moments, you begin convulsing. I continue my tongue assault while you have orgasm after orgasm. My fingers inside you can feel both your rhythmic contractions and the pulse of your heart. Good thing there are no neighbors up here as your screams would have brought them running. After many orgasms, you start to come down off of the high you have been building up to for over an hour. You're breathing very deeply. I lay my head on your chest listening to your rapid heartbeat and rapid breath--what a wonderful sound of life. My right hand is still on your mound, my middle two fingers still in your vagina. Your contractions have subsided, but I can still feel your rapid pulse inside. We lay there for a long time as you come down. The emotional high you're feeling now has made you forget about the enema inside. Suddenly the urgent need to go returns. I help you up and to the bathroom with the can in one hand and holding the nozzle in with the other hand. As you position your self over the toilet, I give a yank on the hose and the nozzle pops out with you collapsing on the seat and explode with relief. You did very well, I tell you as I run a bubble bath in the large bathtub. When you finish, I grab a warm washcloth and very gently wipe you off. We then get into the bathtub and I tenderly wash you from head to toe, getting every nook and cranny. Helping you out of the tub, we dry off and then head back to the fireplace. Replacing the soaked fur rug with very large feather filled bean-bag type chair and comforter, we lay back and fall asleep in each others arms..... ---------------------------------------------- Hope you liked it. It was fun doing it for my friend. If everyone likes it, I may post it again from time to time. Comments, especially from ladies cheerfully accepted.