The wait is almost worse than any torture I can imagine.  I find myself lost sometimes in the middle of room thinking of him.  I will hear a word or catch a sent and it will spin me back to nights that took place so long ago that my breath catches in my throat, my cheeks flush a deep crimson and my gut is wretched with passion.  I know I have many more nights before we will meet again but I can't seem to think of the promises that it may hold.  I have fantasies of your hands, rough and calloused, gripping my thighs and waist. I received an email only a day ago and though our next meeting is still a week off I reread it for the millionth time, every word burned into my mind.  I went on my shopping trip earlier and here I sit my purchases laid out before me.  I the red rubber pouch connected to the long white tube, a small hard smooth plastic nozzle at the end, the lubricant you requested I use, the butt plug.  Though I know that I have several nights before I need to prepare myself for you, I have planned my practice run for tonight.  This will give me a few days between the cleanings.  I head into the bathroom my purchases with me.  I set them all up along the counter space and begin to run the water to get to warm state.  Once I have the temperature I desire I begin filling the bag once it is full I hang it from the hook from the shower curtain bar.  I pull my slip up and over my head, my breasts feel swollen with pleasure my nipples rock hard, my pussy is dripping from the thought of what I am about to do. I let my hands wander my body pulling, twisting and tugging on my nipples, skidding down between my legs pinching my clit between fore finger and thumb.  I slide a finger in my pussy and wriggle it around enjoying the wet gushiness that I find there, a second finger joins the first working faster than before and my left hand moves back to my nipple pulling and tugging.  As I begin to shove a third finger deep in my pussy, my leg propped on the edge of the bathtub, I can feel my first orgasm begin in the pit of my stomach.  I cry out cum running down my wrist my left hand shooting out to brace myself from falling as my body reels with orgasm.  Slowly I regain composure, kneeling on the floor in front of the tub I bend up and over the edge of it my ass up the air, I reach over for the lube and squirt a small amount on my fingers reaching around I rub it up and down the crack of my ass wiggling a finger tip into the tight little hole.  After a moment I grab the nozzle and apply a small amount there as well.  The bag holds two quarts; a recommended amount from several of the sites I have looked at.  I slide the nozzle in place a low moan escaping my lips.  My hands are shaky and I am nervous, I reach up and release the stop on the hose and I feel the water rush down and into me.  The warmth swirls for a bit, I feel so full.  I can feel some small cramps forming low and I gasp.  I stop the flow for a few moments catching my breath, slowly rubbing my stomach.  I let the flow begin and ride out the remainder of the bag.  By the time the two quarts have emptied I feel so full that I may explode at any moment.  I have no idea how I will be able to put the plug in place with out making a mess all over the place.  I know that I must because if I don't I won't be able to later when I have to.  I breath deep and close my eyes tight.  I have already smeared the plug with a generous amount of lube.  I reach back and slide the tip down the crack of my ass feeling the tip come to a stop on my hole and I push forward genitally.  I bite down hard on my lip sure that my neighbor who shares only the bathroom wall with me will hear me.  I push forward this time pushing back to meet it and feel it slide in, there is no time to be gentle I push with all my force and feel the plug pop into place all the way to the hilt. A scream rips from my throat and I am sure I must have torn something.  After a moment the contracting slows and I can again only feel the intense internal pressure so full I could burst.  I have set a goal for myself of 10 minutes.  I turn over and slowly sit down testing my weight as I go, until I am settled there on the floor.  I reach and grab for my journal and begin writing.  My pussy is getting wetter and wetter thinking of how proud he will be of me for my accomplishment.  My nipples get hard in the cool air of the bathroom and the story I have been working on for over a week seems to be going no where.  All I can think of is the fullness in my ass.  My breasts get heavy and tight and pussy now running juices down into the crack of my ass I can feel every little movement as though all of my nerve endings are fully exposed.  I slide a hand down and push against the base of the plug and feel myself contract around it again, this time in pleasure.  My other hand moves down to my pussy again tracing lazy circles around my clit feeling it harden begging for a touch.  I am nervous that if I make myself cum I will loose to much self control and release the enema here.  Only a few more minutes to go and my body is humming so close to cumming.  I am using all myself control to stop myself from going over the edge.  I adjust on the floor slightly and it changes the angle of everything inside of me, the tip of the plug hitting a spot that makes me cry out in pleasure.  I decided to test my control and push myself over.  I pump hard with three fingers in and out of my pussy, my other hand pulling at my nipples as I wiggle my ass and hips against the floor moving the plug inside me.  Before I can realize it I am coming all over the my hand and the floor my head thrown back lost in the wave of it.  After a few moments I slowly make my way to stand and head to relieve myself.  I think to myself this might be a whole lot more fun that I thought.