Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2001 08:48:30 +0000
From: Jane Doe <wende18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Secrets

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.