Gave an enema as a gift to a friend.

I had a good friend. Had, because now he has become my lover and no longer dares to bear that former boring name. He was a shy, closed-off person. His relationships with girls didn't work out either. There were girlfriends, more than one, but precisely none of them gave it to him. He just had no luck with women. As he later told me himself — well, his organ just wouldn't rise for those ladies. They would date, everything seemed wonderful, on dates he seemed courteous, attentive, very sweet and caring to them, but as soon as things got to sex, all sorts of castles in the air would collapse, and he would be left alone. Again. And again. And again.

I, on the contrary, have always approached life freely, wanting to taste everything available to me in my short lifetime. I was grateful for my bisexuality and for daring to date both girls and men. I liked dating men more, to be honest. Simply because I was a bottom and felt better under the power of strong men than when I had to elevate a single woman. Again, I loved women too. Just differently and... less.

And so I decided to seduce my friend. Someone will say it's wrong, and even if my friend were a girlfriend, sex, and even closer relationships, cannot exist between two friends. Perhaps that person would be right — but I was incapable of restraining myself and my hormones. On February 23rd, I came to visit him. I knew no one would give him anything and I would be the only guest in his house. He welcomed me warmly, we sat down and opened a rather expensive bottle of whiskey. We drank, but only a little, as neither of us were huge proponents of alcohol. My friend hadn't prepared anything for me as a gift, but I decided to surprise him — I presented him with an enema. When he saw it in the bright golden gift box, he was stunned and didn't know what to say. I'm sure it was the first moment he was truly ready to kill me. But despite that, just ten or twenty minutes later, we were sitting in a completely different way: I was sitting by his tight ass, enjoying how my gift, the enema, penetrated the depths of his body. He moaned and said it was wonderful. When the water began to fill him inside, he moaned even louder, even more unrestrainedly. I was happy that my gift gave him so much pleasure.

When he returned from the toilet, we engaged in anal sex, which he liked no less. Well, and then there was history. Several years have passed, and we still love each other, we are still together and still haven't parted ways.