I’ve often wondered, just what it is that makes an enema such an enjoyable activity. Is it that the sensations are pleasurable? Is it the feeling of the nozzle in my rectum? Is it the spreading warmth as the enema solution finds its way through my bowels? Is it the sight of the arcane looking equipment that is somehow magically exciting? Just what is it?
During a recent enema session, I began to think just what it is about this particular activity that makes me want to do it over and over again. What is it about enemas that sometimes cause a literal “craving” for the procedure…even when such thoughts should not be on the top of my mind? These questions, and many more, raced through my head as I lay holding 3 quarts of warm water massaging my tummy.
As I considered all the factors, I came to the conclusion that it was no one single thing that has led to my enjoyment of enemas…but a cumulative experience that has managed to make such a dreaded procedure to some so enjoyable for me.
First, the sight and smell of the equipment kicks everything off for me. The smell of the black rubber Klystra bag is still intoxicating. Watching it expand as four quarts of enema solution fills its once empty confines is a mind rush. And seeing its neck bulge as the last of the solution fills it to capacity signals that it’s time to get down to business. The long black silicone tubing looks snake-like in its mission to deliver the warm contents of the bag to a slithery silicone nozzle just waiting to penetrate my most private parts.
Next comes the unique sensation as the enema begins its journey coursing through my bowels. The little gurgles and groans as the gut expands to accept the invading water while my sphincter clamps down on the nozzle that fills my rectum and which creates delightful feelings all its own. Then comes the fullness as the last of the solution leaves the bag with that “sucking” sound that says I’m now holding nearly a gallon of solution inside me.
While holding the enema a cascade of feelings and sensations flood the zone. From the “hurts so good” cramps to the tingle in my special spot that I am bound to touch and play with furiously. The feeling of being alive and vital that comes with the sexual release as I writhe around in my nest of warm towels as I feel the enema moving around inside me. And then it’s the blessed relief of a complete expulsion of the invading liquid that has so energized my senses and system.
With all that, I have concluded that, at least for me, there is no one thing about an enema that makes it an enjoyable activity. But rather it is a combination of things that touches the senses. The sights, sounds, feelings of pleasure and pain. They all come together to make an enema session what it is for me…an adventure for the senses.