We haven’t been playing as usual. Allowing life to get in our way and all that.
At the start of the weekend, I picked him up at the airport. Daddy decided he was amiss in making up for that lost time! After a morning and afternoon long bike ride, lots of sweat and dirt, we rolled into a shower. I put my best pout-y face on and asked why it had been so long since my last enema. He responded first with a quizzical look.
Within a moment I found myself shoved into the corner of the shower, head and nose pressed against the wall, and lubed fingers probing my ass. Before I could get a gasp out, the shower shot was turned on and I was commanded to pressed back onto it.
Howls quickly filled the bathroom as I doubled over in pain. Not to waist an opportunity, Daddy mounted me from behind. I screamed I couldn’t hold so much in my tummy but he only responded by taking a hand full of hair and shoving my head down between my knees.
Water exploded out of me as I was attempting to determine whether I was about to either throw up or pass out. Either, I was convinced, would make me feel better than I did at that moment.
Instead, I was stood up, turned around and taken against the cold tiles, my head hitting the wall as water cascaded down my face and I struggled to get a breath. Daddy groaned and I realized he was receiving an enema as well. Both of us with bellies being filled, taking the discomfort and pain out on each other with thrusting hips.
An hour later, with pruned fingers and toes we finally got out of the shower and rolled into the bed to continue the fun. Three hours later and I had to drop him onto a plane. I’m looking forward to his return, more than usual.