A woman teaches you how to perform a colonic enema and shares her personal experience.

First, I must clarify that the numerous novels depicting scenes of "plucking a huge penis and inserting it into someone's parched anus...and then, after the pain, finally reaching orgasm" are completely fabricated. Let's set aside the question of whether a man's penis is as hard as a finger. Even if it were, without any foreplay or lubrication, a woman's first instinct when an object is inserted into her anus would be to clench it. Is a penis thicker than a finger really that easy to insert? However, there are exceptions, such as forcibly inserting a finger until bleeding occurs, using the blood as lubrication—but this isn't lovemaking; it's sodomy!

So, how can both partners achieve pleasure in anal sex? From my personal perspective, unless a woman is deeply in love with a man, especially given the prevalence of hemorrhoids, she rarely enjoys her partner touching her anus. Therefore, I advise all men in the world of love: if one day your partner is willing to let you explore her back garden, then please treat her well in the future. To open up the anal space, lubrication is essential, while cleaning is optional, since most people use condoms these days. However, I personally suggest that partners give their female companions an enema before penetration. This not only cleans the area and prevents incontinence during orgasm, but also allows her to relax completely, both physically and emotionally, avoiding pain and discomfort during penetration. An enema is essentially a form of foreplay. When you don't find the smell of your partner's excrement particularly offensive, you can subtly "train" her anus during sex, making her completely love the game. Speaking of training, an enema is an indispensable and crucial step.

A fully developed and trained anal space can provide unparalleled enjoyment for both partners during sex. So how do you train? First, partners need to be mentally prepared, as not every partner can tolerate or enjoy the smell of excrement. Then, you need to persuade your partner. Many women, when deeply in love, don't mind their partners opening their anus, but they don't want to excrete in front of them. Regardless, urinating in front of your partner is an extremely shameful thing. As for how to persuade her, that depends on the guys' skills. Here's a suggestion: during regular sex, frequently caress and gently thrust into your partner's anus, and express your fascination with her beautiful chrysanthemum. Once she's no longer annoyed by your constant touching of her anus, try to give her some medication that causes constipation, such as Imodium (the domestic name for this antidiarrheal). Don't give her too much, just the usual dosage as instructed. How to give it to her? Figure it out yourself, of course. After a few days, she'll definitely be constipated. A perceptive guy should patiently ask how she is. After she describes her symptoms, offer several solutions for her to choose from, and then try to persuade her not to use laxatives (laxatives can cause habitual constipation, and if she's a medical professional… well, the bride wouldn't know what to do then), but to use an enema. Most women won't be comfortable buying enema solution from the pharmacy, so the guys will have to step in. Whether the girl buys the enema herself or has the guys buy it, convincing her to let you do it is the most important step. Then what? Prepare for the enema! That's how the bride was tricked into marriage by her husband. An

enema for constipation is actually quite simple, but there are a few things to note, otherwise it will create a negative impact on future anal sex training.

1: Given the prevalence of hemorrhoids in modern life, before the enema, you must carefully and slowly massage the girl's anus to relax the muscles. Otherwise, when the hardened stool comes out during the enema, it can easily tear the anus, causing severe pain.
2: Before any anal sex training, you must treat the girl for intestinal parasites with deworming medication. At least 15 days after taking the medication, you can proceed with any training plans.
3: If the guys aren't as unconcerned about the mess as the bride's husband, then you must wear a pair of thin medical rubber gloves (available in some large pharmacies in China).

OK, the enema operation begins! The initial enema is mainly to help the bride get used to enemas and defecating in front of you by addressing her constipation. In the bride's husband's words, it's about lowering her "shame level." After several rounds of constipation and enemas, once she's used to defecating in front of you, observe her anus during defecation. Doesn't it resemble a budding chrysanthemum? Use a finger dipped in soapy water as lubricant to slowly insert it. Once inserted, gently rotate it around to feel the internal structure of her anus—which parts are intestines, which are gaps where you can insert it, then pull it out and slowly insert it again, gradually increasing the speed. Once her anus has gradually relaxed, add another finger. This step is mainly to feel which parts of her anus are suitable for insertion and which parts are intestines and shouldn't be disturbed; laying the groundwork for future training. For the sake of future training, never take your time with her anus at this stage, lest haste create a negative impression later. After repeated use until the bride got used to it, she switched to using a homemade enema solution. Why not use the medical solution anymore? Mainly because the dosage wasn't enough. The recipe the bride learned from her husband was a 7:3 mixture of glycerin and saturated saline solution. The main purpose of this step was to increase anal sensitivity through the burning sensation of the enema. Previously, even after an enema, the anus felt nothing unusual when an object was inserted; it was simply an instinctive urge to expel. However, in this step, the homemade enema solution caused congestion in the anal sphincter and anus, thus increasing sensitivity. The first time the bride used the homemade solution on her husband, she orgasmed as soon as his finger was inserted. After this initial training with the solution, it was time to begin penetration training. Before penetration training, avoid using any irritating substances for the enema; a single enema with plain water is sufficient. Why not use the solution? Mainly because the solution causes congestion in the anus, making it easier to break the skin during penetration. This is why you should never insert anything other than your fingers during the enema with the medicated solution. Any cylindrical object can be used. For the bride, the insertion training involved a bar of soap (shaved with a knife) about the thickness of her husband's penis, along with a string of anal beads. However, in the bride's experience, the soap was definitely more stimulating than the anal beads, as it provided a burning and full feeling similar to an enema, which the anal beads did not. However, the anal beads were relatively easier to insert, and the feeling after applying shampoo was also quite good. The main purpose of this step was to stimulate the anus's response to insertion. After this step, subsequent enemas could be performed with plain, non-irritating water and slight stimulation, causing the anus to secrete lubricant on its own.

After reading everyone's opinions on anal sex, it seems there are quite a few in favor and quite a few against. I just want to share my own feelings from a woman's perspective. I consider myself a relatively open woman when it comes to sex, mainly due to living in Shenzhen since childhood and being constantly "indoctrinated with bourgeois corrupting ideas" for 15 years since my first exposure to erotic works in 1989. That being said, I'm still very conservative when it comes to choosing a man, which I believe is due to my family upbringing. My current husband is my first love. He was my junior at Wuhan University. I have a twin sister who works at Wuhan University of Technology, and her husband is also her junior. It seems we both have a habit of choosing juniors as husbands. The first time I let my husband have anal sex was when I graduated. At that time, I had already rented a small apartment, and he would often come to our little place whenever he had free time. That day, at the graduation dinner, I drank quite a bit of alcohol. When I returned to our apartment, my husband was looking at pictures about anal sex on the computer in the room. It was in 1999, I wonder if you guys still remember? Fueled by alcohol and a touch of jealousy (no woman likes her boyfriend watching porn), I wouldn't let him near me. To the deafening strain of Jacky Cheung's "My Hair is Messy" blaring in our apartment, I started a striptease in front of him. I rubbed my soft breasts through my shirt, swaying my hips, occasionally lifting my skirt to tease him with my panties. Seeing his erection grow higher and higher, I felt waves of pleasure. I slowly pulled down my skirt, then my shirt, leaving me only in my bra, panties, and shoes. Then, to the music, I continued to caress my breasts and nipples through my bra and panties. His gaze grew increasingly intense. I took off my bra, exposing my nipples to the summer air, and slowly lifted my leg. I still clearly remember I was wearing white, semi-closed high heels. Since we started dating, my shoes had always been chosen according to his taste; he loved watching me undress in front of him. I slowly walked towards him, and just as I was about to reach him, I tripped over my skirt on the ground and fell towards him. Luckily, he reacted quickly and caught me before I fell. My striptease thus ended abruptly. Dizzy and leaning against him, I clearly felt his hand through my underwear, caressing my anus. He gently caressed me, and under his touch, I was already lost in passion, letting him carry me to the bathroom. I leaned against the toilet, and he picked up a shampoo bottle, added some water, shook it, and squeezed all the liquid into my anus. Although I was mentally prepared, the burning sensation caused by so much liquid inside me still made me shiver for a while. He put a condom on his finger and inserted it into my tight anus, digging. I felt a wave of shame; after all, it was my first time being cleaned by a man. My face flushed red, and a warm, damp sensation washed over me. I clenched my anus, trying to suppress the burning sensation and rising urge to defecate. His fingers found my anus and slowly probed inside. When I couldn't hold it in any longer, I pushed him away and jumped onto the toilet. Before I even squatted down, my buttocks were already gaping open, and the odorous contents of my anus eagerly gushed out with a series of loud slurries. This feeling, a mixture of pleasure and shame, is incomprehensible to those who haven't experienced it. When he inserted his fingers into my still-excreting anus, it gave me the same tingling sensation. By the time I finished, my anus was soft enough to accommodate two of his fingers after his thrusting. I lay down, raising my buttocks high. There was absolutely no pain; a strange sense of fullness completely enveloped me, making me groan involuntarily. I relaxed my anal muscles, resisting his advances with a mixture of desire and resistance. He began to thrust. As his penis thrust in and out, slowly and gradually faster, gently and powerfully, my body trembled, and my mind became increasingly hazy. I felt the enormous rod thrusting into my anus, so deep, so very deep, almost piercing through my entire being, threatening to burst out of my throat and mouth; and when it withdrew from my intestines, it felt as if it were pulling my very soul out! I was plunged into a state of ecstasy, unconsciousness, and intoxication. When his fingers moved around to my genitals, rubbing and caressing my vulva, kneading and stroking my breasts and nipples, my lust was aroused, burning like a raging fire. I screamed wildly. Melting fluid flowed from some unknown opening in my private parts, some trickling down my inner thighs… My buttocks arched backward, receiving his increasingly vigorous thrusts; and as it withdrew, they twisted and turned in circles, as if begging it to go in again. He roared, a beastly howl that shook my ears and drove me even more mad; elbows braced against the wall, I thrust my hips higher and twist more fiercely like a female dog; I cried out in response to his roar: I couldn't care less about anything anymore, the stimulation of my senses ignited a shock to my soul; and from my infatuated love, endless lust was stirred. Body, spirit, emotion, lust... yours, mine, all intertwined and vibrated together; I could no longer distinguish who was who, what was what! The only existence was endless greed, an insatiable thirst... rushing towards liberation, freedom... In my first time having sex, I actually reached orgasm. This was the first time I had ever had an orgasm from sex, and for a long time afterward I didn't feel anything like it. Even after his training, I could hardly reach orgasm in sex. Later I learned that the first time was so successful—because of the alcohol and because of the sexy dance I performed in front of him.
After reading everyone's opinions on anal sex, it seems there are quite a few in favor and quite a few against. I just want to share my own feelings from a woman's perspective. I consider myself a relatively open woman when it comes to sex, mainly due to living in Shenzhen since childhood and being constantly "indoctrinated with bourgeois corrupting ideas" for 15 years since my first exposure to erotic works in 1989. That being said, I'm still very conservative when it comes to choosing a man, which I believe is due to my family upbringing. My current husband is my first love. He was my junior at Wuhan University. I have a twin sister who works at Wuhan University of Technology, and her husband is also her junior. It seems we both have a habit of choosing juniors as husbands. The first time I let my husband have anal sex was when I graduated. At that time, I had already rented a small apartment, and he would often come to our little place whenever he had free time. That day, at the graduation dinner, I drank quite a bit of alcohol. When I returned to our apartment, my husband was looking at pictures about anal sex on the computer in the room. It was in 1999, I wonder if you guys still remember? Fueled by alcohol and a touch of jealousy (no woman likes her boyfriend watching porn), I wouldn't let him near me. To the deafening strain of Jacky Cheung's "My Hair is Messy" blaring in our apartment, I started a striptease in front of him. I rubbed my soft breasts through my shirt, swaying my hips, occasionally lifting my skirt to tease him with my panties. Seeing his erection grow higher and higher, I felt waves of pleasure. I slowly pulled down my skirt, then my shirt, leaving me only in my bra, panties, and shoes. Then, to the music, I continued to caress my breasts and nipples through my bra and panties. His gaze grew increasingly intense. I took off my bra, exposing my nipples to the summer air, and slowly lifted my leg. I still clearly remember I was wearing white, semi-closed high heels. Since we started dating, my shoes had always been chosen according to his taste; he loved watching me undress in front of him. I slowly walked towards him, and just as I was about to reach him, I tripped over my skirt on the ground and fell towards him. Luckily, he reacted quickly and caught me before I fell. My striptease thus ended abruptly. Dizzy and leaning against him, I clearly felt his hand through my underwear, caressing my anus. He gently caressed me, and under his touch, I was already lost in passion, letting him carry me to the bathroom. I leaned against the toilet, and he picked up a shampoo bottle, added some water, shook it, and squeezed all the liquid into my anus. Although I was mentally prepared, the burning sensation caused by so much liquid inside me still made me shiver for a while. He put a condom on his finger and inserted it into my tight anus, digging. I felt a wave of shame; after all, it was my first time being cleaned by a man. My face flushed red, and a warm, damp sensation washed over me. I clenched my anus, trying to suppress the burning sensation and rising urge to defecate. His fingers found my anus and slowly probed inside. When I couldn't hold it in any longer, I pushed him away and jumped onto the toilet. Before I even squatted down, my buttocks were already gaping open, and the odorous contents of my anus eagerly gushed out with a series of loud slurries. This feeling, a mixture of pleasure and shame, is incomprehensible to those who haven't experienced it. When he inserted his fingers into my still-excreting anus, it gave me the same tingling sensation. By the time I finished, my anus was soft enough to accommodate two of his fingers after his thrusting. I lay down, raising my buttocks high. There was absolutely no pain; a strange sense of fullness completely enveloped me, making me groan involuntarily. I relaxed my anal muscles, resisting his advances with a mixture of desire and resistance. He began to thrust. As his penis thrust in and out, slowly and gradually faster, gently and powerfully, my body trembled, and my mind became increasingly hazy. I felt the enormous rod thrusting into my anus, so deep, so very deep, almost piercing through my entire being, threatening to burst out of my throat and mouth; and when it withdrew from my intestines, it felt as if it were pulling my very soul out! I was plunged into a state of ecstasy, unconsciousness, and intoxication. When his fingers moved around to my genitals, rubbing and caressing my vulva, kneading and stroking my breasts and nipples, my lust was aroused, burning like a raging fire. I screamed wildly. Melting fluid flowed from some unknown opening in my private parts, some trickling down my inner thighs… My buttocks arched backward, receiving his increasingly vigorous thrusts; and as it withdrew, they twisted and turned in circles, as if begging it to go in again. He roared, a beastly howl that shook my ears and drove me even more mad; elbows braced against the wall, I thrust my hips higher and twist more fiercely like a female dog; I cried out in response to his roar: I couldn't care less about anything anymore, the stimulation of my senses ignited a shock to my soul; and from my infatuated love, endless lust was stirred. Body, spirit, emotion, lust... yours, mine, all intertwined and vibrated together; I could no longer distinguish who was who, what was what! The only existence was endless greed, an insatiable thirst... rushing towards liberation, freedom... In my first time having sex, I actually reached orgasm. This was the first time I had ever had an orgasm from sex, and for a long time afterward I didn't feel anything like it. Even after his training, I could hardly reach orgasm in sex. Later I learned that the first time was so successful—because of the alcohol and because of the sexy dance I performed in front of him.

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