I hate the feeling of enema probes in my rectum. It's a weird fetish that I can't seem to shake off. My therapist tells me it's not abnormal, but it's still unsettling.
I'm not a fan of the sensation of enema probes in my rectum. It's a weird feeling, one that I can't quite describe. It's cold and invasive, probing deep into places where it doesn't belong. It's a sensation that makes me feel vulnerable and exposed, and I don't like it at all. But, as a patient, I know it's necessary. I'm here at the hospital, lying on the examination table, waiting for the doctor to finish his examination. My mom is sitting next to me, holding my hand tightly. She's always been there for me, through thick and thin. She's my rock, my support system. And now, she's here with me as I undergo this uncomfortable exam. But, as much as I hate the sensation of the enema probe in my rectum, I can't help but get aroused by the sight of the doctor's fingers exploring my asshole. It's a strange fetish, I know. But it's one that I can't help.