These writings are merely facets of my experiences and active imagination and are wholly fictional. They portray explicit sexual details between members of the same sex. If you are offended by such offerings, please do not read further. However, if you wish to make comments after reading the proffered story, you can always find me at wende18@hotmail.com. I would love to read them.
SECRETS by Wende Fields
They were lovers from afar, meeting clandestinely almost everyday. One lived in New England, while the other somewhere in the south. How could that be you ask? There's was a love contrived in cyberspace and consummated through their Email. How is this also possible you ask? Heed the story and you shall know.
As a writer, Christina adored writing stories on the more erotic topics. She could lose herself in her fiction through vivid imagery portrayed in her work. Once she wrote of two sisters engaging in a "harmless", but highly arousing game of "doctor" in which they pretended to "take the other's temperature rectally". Utilizing imagination, each sister found implements suitable for such purposes; a pencil or a pen. At times, a neighborhood friend would be asked to join in the game and each sister would in turn take the other girl's panties down and have her bend over to receive the "thermometer". Another such story centered on a school nurse and several female students. As the story unfolded, those female students each had an occasion to visit the nurse's office and in each instance, the nurse found it necessary to take the temperature of the student rectally. And in each instance, the student found it highly arousing, which promised more visits to the nurse's office.
These, as well as other stories, were ultimately printed in cyberspace and this is where the story begins:
Winnie, while searching for material for a class paper, accidentally discovered a site containing erotically stimulating stories on all sorts of topics. Grabbing her attention were the stories about girls having sex with other girls. Although she had not any real experience with this, she was fascinated by the idea. Oh, it's true she had "experimented" when she was twelve or thirteen years old with her best friend, Marcie. Apart from kissing and touching, she had not done mush else. Although, she could remember, as a very young girl, her mother giving her enemas on those occasions she stayed home from school. Those memories trickled back to her and resurrected warm feelings between her legs and in her tummy.
One particular story caught her attention and she could not help but "click" on it and begin reading. This story was about two sisters and their neighborhood girlfriend. As Winnie continued to read, it was as though she was one of the girls having that done to her. She became so highly aroused she almost wet her pants. In fact, she did have a strange feeling between her legs and when she placed her hand there, she felt dampness. As her hand continued to "feel" down there, the feelings intensified and she found herself on the brink of cumming. Hardly able to concentrate on the words in front of her, Winnie moaned one last time and orgasmed so deeply she nearly collapsed onto the floor. Having not experienced such an intense orgasm before, Winnie wondered if it was the fact she was reading this story or the subject matter of the story.
She vowed that when she would have more time, she would conduct "research" on her idea. Clearly she was intrigued by the subject and wanted to read more. Before closing the site, she noticed at the top of the first page an Email address of the writer. She placed that information in the back of her mind and seized on the idea to write a note to the author at a better time.
Over the ensuing week, Winnie could not get the thoughts of those stories she had read out of her mind. They seemed to haunt her every waking minute. At last, the weekend was upon her and that meant no work and no classes.
Upstairs in the quiet and privacy of her room, Winnie sat at her computer and with trembling hands, lightly tapped at the keys to access the site she had found previously. Successful, she quickly found the area that had previously caught her attention. Scanning down the page of titles, she found the one she had read earlier and "clicked" on it to access that story. She sat back in her chair and began to re-read those mesmerizing words.
As the three little girls were playing "doctor" and taking each other's temperatures, Winnie put herself in that secret place and imagined herself on the receiving end of the sister's finger or pencil or whatever "instrument" was being used for that purpose. As she read, Winnie's hand crept down to her lap and began to insinuate into the waistband of her shorts. With a mind of its own, her hand continued its journey down further until it reached the top of her pussy, where it touched her clit. With slight rubbing on her clit, Winnie's heart began to race and her breathing increased. The more she read, the more she rubbed! Just when all three girls had taken their panties down and two of them were opening the third girl's bottom in preparation for penetration, Winnie moaned loudly and experienced a tremendous orgasm.
Suddenly, she was that third girl whose bottom was open for the other girls to see. She wanted now to be that third girl whose bottom was penetrated with a finger or pencil! Slowly, her breathing returned to normal and her thoughts once again turned to the author. She remembered the name and the Email address, so she immediately gathered her courage and began to compose a brief message. After sending it, she closed her Email box and returned to those stories she found so fascinating. When her eye caught the title and the name of the author, she abruptly stopped her scanning. She noted the author was the same and "clicked" on the title to access the story. It too, was of the same subject, except this story was about a school nurse and how she would take the female students' temperatures rectally when they visited her office. Upon reading the erotic details, Winnie once again found herself caught in the image that she could be one of those students and have her temperature taken like that.
Immediately, she felt all tingly in her butt and wanted to put something there to ease that feeling. Leaving that story on the screen, she arose from her chair and went down the hall to the bathroom. Searching the medicine cabinet, she found the object of her search, a small jar of petroleum jelly. Grabbing it quickly, she ran back to her room and quietly closed the door.
With trembling hands, she managed to pull down her shorts and panties in one motion and open the jar in the next. She padded across the carpeted floor to the full-length mirror hanging on her bedroom door and turned around so her back and butt were facing the mirror. With her shorts and panties gathered at her ankles, she bent at the waist, placed her hands on either cheek and spread them to reveal her crinkled pucker. The angles were awkward and she had difficulty maintaining the right position to see that mystical little hole.
Seizing on an idea, she straightened and went to her drawer and retrieved a medium sized hand mirror. Walking over to the bed, she lay on her back and raised her knees to her chest and placed the hand mirror is such a way that she was able to see her secret hole once again and this time without straining. Fascinated, she dipped the middle finger of her right hand into the jelly and scooped a dab. Painstakingly, she drew her middle finger toward her pucker and lightly touched the center. Feeling giddy with anticipation, she rubbed her finger around the outside and then with steady inward pressure began to insert her finger slowly into her own butt. At first, the feeling was sensuous, but the more her finger penetrated her hole, the more aroused she became. All too quickly her finger was in as far as her hand allowed. Pausing to more thoroughly enjoy the sensation of having something inside her like that, her breathing grew rapid and a faint feeling came over her. She began to withdraw her finger slowly but before it was out completely, she reversed the process and pushed it in again. She was really enjoying this, but part of her longed to be a member of the threesome that played "doctor" in their secret place. After fingering her rear passage for sometime, her arm began to grow weary and she simply had to stop.
Withdrawing her finger one last time, she pulled it out completely and timidly brought it to her nose. The aroma was enticing and she was surprised by it. Gaining courage, Winnie opened her mouth and touched her finger to her tongue, then slowly permitted her mouth to fully engulf her finger. Tasting the bitter petroleum jelly and something else, she withdrew her finger and licked her lips. After looking at her crinkled hole one last time with the hand mirror, she lowered her legs and lay relaxed on the bed trying to regain her composure. The interest in her own bottom both aroused and intrigued her. Suddenly, she had an image of someone other than herself performing the fingering of her own puckered hole and that image would not leave her. That image was of another girl.
After fully regaining her strength, Winnie arose from the bed and finished removing her clothes. Glancing in the full-length mirror, she saw the image of a young girl on her way to becoming a woman. Though petite in size, her dimensions were all well proportioned. Her best features, she thought, were her pointedly developed nipples and her deep blue eyes.
Once fully naked, Winnie went over to the computer desk and sat down. Accessing her Email box, she began composing another short note to the writer of that story that both impressed her and aroused her, Christina. In it, she timidly said how much she enjoyed the stories and that she hoped the author would write more stories along those same lines. Lastly, she wanted Christina to know a little about her and what she had done only moments before. She described the act in great detail describing not only the actions but her feelings as well. The last sentence in the Email message was a request to receive a reply. After completing her message, Winnie "clicked" on "send" and signed off her Email box.
A few days later, when Winnie was searching her Email Inbox, she saw a message from Christina. She couldn't believe her eyes! With trembling hands, she accessed the reply and smiled as she read the words, for she simply could not believe what she read. In it, the message was extremely sensuous and arousing in its content. Winnie was quite astounded by her reaction to what she read. Christina, in her message, wrote that she was very pleased Winnie had enjoyed the stories and had been very turned on by the detailed description of Winnie's actions with her middle finger and the petroleum jelly. After re-reading the message a second and a third time, a distinct moistness began to develop between her legs.
Winnie, with difficulty, began to rapidly tap the keys for her immediate reply to Christina. This time, she did not hesitate to tell Christina of her thoughts and how aroused she had become when she imagined someone else performing the acts she had described.
The following days brought a flurry of Emails to and from the two young women and a quiet, but intense relationship between them began to quickly develop. Through a series of Emails, the two women established grounds for the budding relationship. In them, each began to describe in finite detail their fantasies, dreams and sexual preferences. Though each was married, it was revealed, their spouses did not offer significant means toward the women's overall sexual gratification. Each of the women felt there was something lacking in their relationships. This being the case, this secret budding friendship between them had an air of mystique and it gave each of the women more courage to continue their sexually explicit correspondence.
One particular Email message had Christina aroused beyond all belief. Winnie, in one of her earlier Emails had divulged the fact she had been given enemas as a little girl. When Christina read each deliciously detailed scene, it aroused her beyond imagination and peaked her curiosity. As she had never experienced such an act, she began to imagine the sensations associated with it and fantasize about what it would feel like. To have a tube and nozzle in her little back hole and how it would feel to have warm water flowing up inside her as Winnie described must be wonderful and scary at the same time she thought.
As Winnie described the erotic scenes in subsequent Emails, Christina began to solidify her resolve to try and see what it felt like to have an enema. But, she realized she must be extremely careful to maintain their secrecy from the prying eyes and ears of her husband. Winnie described in her Emails how her mother accompanied her to the bathroom where she then pulled up her dress and pulled down her panties in order for Winnie to bend over the toilet and expose her young buttocks for her mother.
Her mother had prepared the enema bag with warm water and proceeded to lubricate the nozzle attached to a long flexible tube with some water-soluble lubricant. Once done, her mother bent down behind Winnie and placed one hand one of Winnie's cheeks in order to separate them to allow entry of the nozzle. Her mother then instructed Winnie to take a deep breath and hold it. At the same time, Winnie's mother placed the tip of the nozzle at the entrance to Winnie's bottom hole and pressed inward until the nozzle was completely in Winnie's ass. Winnie went on to say in her Emails how it felt to have that nozzle going in her rear like that and how she secretly enjoyed the feeling. But that at the time, she thought she was bad for enjoying it so much. Winnie too, described in glorious detail how the water felt when it began to flow into her rear and tummy. She wrote that she felt a tingling and an itch like feeling in her butt and that the water both helped the feeling and made it stronger at the same time. She went on to say that after many minutes of having that nozzle in her and the water flow stop, Winnie began to feel full and had the feeling of wanting to go to the bathroom. Her mother told her she must hold it as long as she was able and that it would feel very good when she was able to let it out. In the end, Winnie's mother finally told her to sit on the toilet and let out the water. Winnie related to Christina in her Emails that when she let out the water she had this incredible warm tingly sensation in her rear end and between her legs. She liked the feeling so much that she secretly hoped her mother would give her an enema again and again. Winnie wrote in still another Email that she thought her mother was enjoying giving the enemas to Winnie almost as much as Winnie liked receiving them. The two of them became closer as a result of those erotic moments together.
Winnie in several other Emails went on to describe to Christina the best ways to self-administer enemas and that she had, on other occasions, taken enemas when her husband was away from the house for an extended period. In detailing those occasions, Christina became absolutely fascinated with the idea of attempting to have an enema on her own. A plan to try this began to form in Christina's mind and she vowed to herself that it would take place the very next time her husband was away.
Following many Emails to each other, Christina received word that her husband was going away for one day on business. In order to prepare properly, Christina secured all the appropriate items and waited for her husband to depart. The moment he left, she ran upstairs to the bathroom and began almost frantically stripping off her clothes. Her hands shook with anticipation and she was humming a favorite song. After following advice given her by Winnie, Christina was ready for the moment she had been imagining for weeks.
She placed the enema bag filled with warm water on a hook and opened the tube of water-soluble lubricant. After Squeezing a generous amount on the tube she slid her finger up and down the length of the nozzle to ensure it was completely lubricated. That done, she next stood in front of the toilet as though it were a bed and she leaned over it as Winnie described herself doing on numerous occasions when taking her enema. After spreading her legs as wide as she might, she reached around behind her and placed her middle finger at her crinkled opening and began to smear the excess lubricant around the outside. Satisfied with the results, she exerted pressure on her finger at the opening and her finger began to insinuate through her little hole. Reveling in the glorious sensation of her finger, she was almost tempted to continue this movement until she climaxed. However, she needed to feel what Winnie had described and removed her finger slowly.
Continuing her pursuit of the enema process, Christina grasped the flexible tubing and the attached nozzle and lay on the floor on her left side with her right leg drawn up toward her chest. In this way, her pucker was open and readily accessible. Placing the nozzle at the entrance, she carefully used inward pressure to begin the nozzle on its journey toward her pink opening. As it penetrated her, she felt a slight chill of anticipation for what was to follow. With the nozzle intimately nestled inside her, Christina grasped the pinch mechanism on the tubing and released it. Suddenly, she began to feel warmth inside her and the water created an extremely arousing sensation. Her initial reaction was that of arousal, followed by serenity. The dichotomy of arousal and serenity surprised her, but she went with the feelings and let the enema carry her away to fantasy and images of other women or woman, Winnie.
While she had never personally met Winnie, she felt over the past few weeks of their erotic correspondence that the two women had become "secret lovers" and that both frightened and aroused her simultaneously. For she had never encountered such strong feelings for another person with the exception of her husband when they were first married and this puzzled Christina. As the water continued to flow into Christina's rear, her arousal was intensified and she felt on the brink of a climax. But, something prevented it and she could not quite define that "something". Sooner than she wished, the bag was flat and her stomach pouched with the contents of the bag. Pausing momentarily to enjoy this feeling of fullness and the added tension on her labia and clitoris, she dreamed of the face of one she had never seen, Winnie. However, all too quickly, her stomach began to signal her that it was time to expel the water.
Quickly, she arose from a prone position and removed the nozzle. In another instant, she crouched and sat on the toilet seat. Almost immediately, the water came spurting out with such force it created an orgasmic feeling in Christina the likes she had never experienced in her life. The feelings were so fantastically pleasant; she could not help but moan loudly several times. Once the waves of orgasm dissipated, she felt comfortable to stand and the first thing she saw was her face in the mirror flushed with arousal and orgasm. Smiling to herself, she suddenly felt her legs give way and down she went on all fours. Giving in to her momentary weakness, she relaxed on the cold floor several minutes more before regaining her composure.
After putting on a bathrobe, she calmly went down the hall to her bedroom and lay on the bed where the robe fell open revealing her glistening nakedness. Her eyes felt heavy with sleep and she fell into a dream-filled slumber.