Would Any Females Like A Male To Give Them An Enema

Like most males I would love a female to give me an enema.

Could any females here voice your pleasure in receiving an enema from a male?

We males are loving and gentle too and would love to give a female an enema

In certain situations where you have had sex many times before, enemas can occasionally and just occasionally have a role in foreplay.

That may mean doing either of two things you would never consider otherwise

He could WATCH you take an enema, or he could actually GIVE you one, whatever works in that situation

Could any females here voice your pleasure in receiving an enemy from a male?

@receive Have you looked around this site? MANY woman write in posts that they enjoy receiving enemas from men and many also say the opposite about giving. It’s not hard to find...

In certain situations where you have had sex many times before, enemas can occasionally and just occasionally have a role in foreplay.

@LisaK I’m not sure what you are talking about here. Any two people can enjoy enemas at any time, not just after having long term sex or only occcasionally for foreplay. I’ve met a few play partners over the yrs and had enemas on a first ‘date.’ Of course this was after a long period of chatting online or on the phone to get to know/like each other. And enemas don’t have to be foreplay, they can be the main event if the couple wants it to be. And they dont have to be done rarely... why would that be the case if both people love giving/taking them?

I just turned 50 and received my first erotic/sensual enema over this past summer. While I was never opposed to the thought of giving or receiving it had just never been an option. After that first one I have to say I am hooked. (No pun intended)

Of course I only give/receieve with a male, as I have no desire to be with a female.

I derive just as much pleasure in giving as I do receiving , for different reasons between the two. Its an extremely intimate act and can be as erotic and stimulating as you both find it to be Finding a partner that you both enjoy enemas for what ever reason is not even remotely close to impossible but it does take being open, honest and having trust with your partner. What I mean about being open in the sense of trying to look at some kinks as in the way of why and how they appeal to a person . Some people automatically think of enemas as a health issue or just are just adverse to anything to do with bodily functions. Once you think outside the box so to speak it opens up many joys you may be be missing .

I also think about how many couples just flat out refuse to indulge in the fetishes of the other. Yes some things we all dont share a liking for, but unless it absolutely disgusts you why would you not want to take part in pleasuring your partner ? For me sharing in an experience that my partner enjoys is pleasurable to me too . To be able to do things to them that make them moan....... definitely gets me going too !

@bridgette, thanks for your words. Like many other males on this site, in the past I had to hide my pleasures from a former partner. The reasons are many, for all of us, and it makes no difference why at this point for me. It's sad. My current wife is not necessarily into enemas, though I think she derives pleasure from them some times, but when we play, she is my submissive, so I give them to her as an integral part of our play, and also as a prep for anal play and anal sex. She gives to me when I ask, so everything works well for us. I just finished self administering, though, because she has had some sleep issues lately, & we haven't been able to follow our usual schedule. I've gotten so I much prefer to have her as my giver, rather than self administer. She can use the nozzle as a prostate stimulator ( it's SN's bat nozzle,), & the pressure and heat from the water, coupled with the movement of the nozzle in & out provide a pretty effective prostate massage. Pure pleasure! Plus, of course, having a beautiful woman give one enemas is pretty much every male klismo's dream...

Incidentally, I find I get a better enema when it's given, rather than when I self administer.

She certainly does, since she always takes more water when I give to her than when she self administers...

For her, a large enema is about two quarts or a little more, and I don't force things.

I generally take 2+ quarts, sometimes 3-3-1/2.

Incidentally, I've had a few inquiries from men on this site, which tells me that guys don't always read profiles. I'm guessing, from reading some of the women's profiles, that not everyone reads the gals' profiles, either...

From high school onward, girls and ladies have gone word of mouth to other friends about getting touched and filled to sort out their cobwebs of emotions. The first was with a neighbor that had a difficult brother and non caring mother. We were classmates, but not in the same classes. She would phone and invite herself over. Lean on mother's ear and get passed on to me as mom had more urgent duties to fulfill. I got her to tooter me, since we had just left the farm and was severely not up to speed. It all got to be a virtual routine. She caught me home alone and began to unload her heart. I was holding her sweet hand, lifted it up to my lips and suggested we do enemas together. It was like i'd popped her with a water balloon. She shook her head looked me in the eyes with a "What?" I calmly explained how it could sooth her nerves and restore a sense of well-being till her brother would be reduced to almost irrelevance. She responded with, "Could we just kiss and French each other?" I agreed and we did, holding each other tightly and tasting each other passionately for a good while. She began to fidget, not wanting to quit, but being bothered by something else. I gently lifted her from the couch and offered to walk her home. She declined saying, "I have some thinking to do." Off she went and i got busy cutting the grass before others got home. One morning, i was often the last one to board the bus, she patted her bench for me to sit, she opened her book as to show me something. She began to discuss geography, and slipped in that she would like to try an adventure when ever possible, turning to look me square in the eyes. Following with, her brother had severely hurt her feelings again. I growled at that, and was like a slot machine registering all Plumbs, five in a row. I dared not touch her, and stared into her book to see where she was pointing. And there was that national park with its fountain, "Old Faithful" My heart melted and i became weak, i could not speak, but thankfully did not need to. She gleefully told about the wonders of Yellow Stone and i breathed it all in, knowing she was describing something we might discover together at the proper time.

We did not sit together on the bus typically. I was a slow student and she an advanced one. She even introduced a friend of hers to me for a shared interest that diverted teases of affections. My dear neighbor was very sensitive to opinion, while i could care less, yet followed her lead and embraced her good friend as well. As she was the one with a problem, i too stupid to have one, i waited for her to move. She had lead from the very first anyway. She called my mom and asked me to come over and bring my geography book. I knew the signal and sneaked our enema stuff into a paper grocery bag. i hid my book in a drawer under some pants. On arrival, her and her friend were waiting and smiling. Talk about being overwhelmed! They sat me down and explained the situation. My neighbor wanted me to administer something to take her mind off of her circumstances and touch parts in her stomach that were aching. Our mutual friend was for courage. And that,,, for both of us, seriously. I was shaking. I wanted to comfort her so, but afraid of touching her secret parts. Our mutual friend pulled up her chair and said she wanted to learn. She broke the ice and got us to moving forward, loaded with inquisitive words of encouragement. Dresses and panties were all they wore in those days, just about. She scooted out of her panties and looked me in the eyes, declaring without words, we were really on. She was as an angel to me. I turned to our gleaming friend, who raised her eyebrows as to say, let's do it.

I would like a guy to give me an enema. I think it would be more erotic that way...hint hint @BKuggs, lol!

It's a lot of fun when my husband fills me up!

We were 14 the summer of 1957. Dad and mom folded up the farm and a neighboring farmer was using our barn and fields. They bought a 3 bed room one bath for $13,000 in the San Francisco Bay area, 3 hours from the old place. And a neighbor girl latched onto mom right off. Angie & I rode the school bus and held each other’s hand on the first day, not so sure about starting high school. She introduced me to her friend Liz and we ate our sandwiches together. They went way back to the first grade and even first day of school.. Problem was they were in advanced classes and I was in remedial classes. So they kept it simple for me and said I made them feel safe.

So the day of agreeable situations had arrived and here we were in Angie’s home, sort of getting into mischief, from my point of view, while they pretended I was to help calm Angie’s frustrations with her brother. They had talked it up among themselves and out of the clear, called me with a coded message.

Angie had stepped out of her panties with her friend Liz giving me the eyebrow and wink, as she handed me a douche nozzle. I stuck it between my eyes, against my forehead and looked cross-eyed. They squealed and giggled, “Filler Up!” almost simultaneously. That was a popular saying at gas stations, back then. Going into their kitchen, all was set to go and they had made a pallet on the floor with a cushion for her head and another for her hips with a towel under and over them. She offered me her hand and I kissed it, to which she kneeled, raised the back of her dress and neatly draped the front over her knees as she got situated. I gave her enema to her friend, when she raised her hand again to bring me down to her repose. She pointed toward the wall at a can of bacon grease with a nice smoky aroma and eased her dress hem just above her knees in an inviting way. I was like a deer staring into headlights. She drew me in for a kiss and I comfortably slid my left hand up inside her leg. She raised her knees and kept my lips near hers. I found something most wonderful and petted her perfect vertical smile. Liz showed us the grease can and held it out for me to use. But Angie pulled me in for another kiss before I could get to it. She Frenched me deeply and tickled under my top lip as we had done over a month ago. Again Liz shoved the can at us and Angie allowed me to wet my fingers with it for her bottom. Avoiding what was already dripping, I found the upper area of her heyenny and worked back and forth, not quite contacting her needy exit. Liz could see her closed eyes n open mouth and blurted, “Is it good?” As Angie went to respond, I circled her rose bud twice, quickly. She almost strangled and coughed hard. My goose finger rested on it, pulsing tenderly, requesting entry. Catching her breath, she began to pant and raised her hips upward. I followed her upward and she sank back, squirmed onto my greasy goosser. Oh, oh, she panted and swallowed hard. As she relaxed I could feel her tasting her teaser. As her pulsing waned, I eased the other 2/3 of my finger into her readied receiver and she moaned, “UuuuHhhhhh.” Then Liz, “Well, I guess that’s a yes then,,,” pinching her own nipple with a grimace. I left it still, up in there, with only a slight occasional twitch to get a kiss to my finger. The phone started ringing and Liz spoke to her mother, requesting she come straight home to prepare the evening meal with her. I eased out of Angie and closed the door behind Liz. I picked up the bulging red bag and asked if it be best we try it out now. Angie, “Yes, but our time is gone. Just show me what’s in your pants. ” As I obliged her request, I raised my shirt and arched back for her. “Holy Smoke, I had no idea!” She declared. “That’s why we need to be careful.” I explained. “Try to think sweet enema thoughts often and bringing Liz is good measure too. I hope we can all pick this up together somewhere after school again. It kind of makes school worth the torture. James is about to understand some manners, I’m afraid.” I raised her up by her hand, handing her, her panties. As she stepped back into them, I moved behind her and felt her tummy, tracing her colon, up and around over her sweet belly button. She got the message and responded, “MmmmHhhhmm…”

I have a husband who would do it if I ever ask him!!!

I would love if someone would give me one. Doing it self adminstered is tough sometimes

Please dear Fiestysoon, let's pretend.

Well said bridgette!

I love enemas from my husband and they range from erotic intimacy to just being fun and everything in between. 😃

I believe the hesitancy here in many situations is believing that male to female or the reverse in giving enemas must lead to sex. Yes, it is sexually stimulating for both I imagine, but I also do not believe it inherently leads to sex unless that is an agreed upon arrangement. It may be just that, an enema session or it even lead to mutual masturbation, again if pre-.arranged.

I don't think giving an enema has to lead to sex. In my opinion it is the most intimate thing you can do. I will sometimes use a wand while giving to make the experience more intense but just giving is very exciting to me.

It's hard for it not to led to sex.. Despite a partner saying they did not want it to, as well as my being totally happy with that, in time it always led to something more than just enemas..

My ex-wife loved to get me in bed and inflict all my 5-6 kinks on us at once. So she'd 1) dress me in my latex catsuit, hood and gloves and heavy rubber 2) sneakers and 3) cuff me to myself and/or the bed. Then she'd play 4) in my anus with fingers and plugs before inserting my latex DBC to give me my first 5) enema. After a good deal of teasing, edging and verbal discussion on both parts about how she was treating me, her Domme to my sub, we'd spend the rest of the evening acting in our 6) D/s roles as she gave me a second enema and made me do chores before we'd wind up giving each other PIV sex and other orgasms. I had to hold my sub enemas anywhere from 3-4 hrs unless she required that I hold it overnight (so we could have morning orgasms) which meant the retention lasted 6-8 hrs.

We were both switches, so sometimes, pretty often in fact, she would want me to give her enemas with the D/s roles reversed. (She told me her deepest sexual secret was that she wanted her husband to give her enemas, so yes, she really enjoyed giving them to me too.)

Eric

I'll agree with @SwitchableSusie. I love it when my husband fills me up. Keeps the marriage up and running! Puts pep in my step!

I enjoy receiving enemas from both men and women. I particularly like being restrained and blindfolded of hooded during the enema and during expulsion. Re expulsion, I prefer standing or lying on my back rather than sitting on a toilet.

I'll agree with @SwitchableSusie. I love it when my husband fills me up. Keeps the marriage up and running! Puts pep in my step!

Thanks! I like the way you worded that - "Keeps the marriage up and running!" - and big soapy enema sure does keep things running...

Typical Zity thread: the question is for female members yet 12 of the 21 posts are by men. And now that I’ve posted, 13 of 22.

This forum is dominated by men, ok I get that, but even in the threads that are supposed to be for women?

We need more active female members.

Sorry I can only speak for myself. I have only had enemas from other females. I will stay like this. But I am sure like reading the other posts that some women like it from a male.

@Tabitha32 said,

Sorry I can only speak for myself. I have only had enemas from other females. I will stay like this. But I am sure like reading the other posts that some women like it from a male.

When my sister an I were teenagers, she loved the enemas I gave her. She taught me how to use the douche nozzle on her, as she was talking and holding an enema. And speaking for myself, I loved the enemas she gave me. She used the douche nozzle on me, exactly as I did on her.

Some years later, she and the girl I married, shared an apartment the year before we married. One evening after work, my wife asked my sister to give her an enema, because she was having period cramps. My sister took the opportunity to use the douche nozzle, when she gave her the enema she’d asked for. As my sister gave her the enema, she used the douche nozzle exactly like we did, when we were teenagers. Needless to say, my wife loved it, and asked my sister a lot of questions. My sister told her about our activity as teenagers, and said, “get my brother to give you enemas, you won’t be sorry. He’s really good with a douche nozzle giving enemas, I loved it when he did me.” She asked me, after we got married and it became a part of our sexual foreplay. Now, if I could only go back in time...

I don't doubt for a nanosecond that my husband would do it if I asked him!

My husband gave me countless enemas; however, since he physically can't do it anymore, I would love for an old school nurse to give me a few large soapsuds enemas, with her raising the bag up and down frequently and I would have a huge orgasm. (One where I would make alot of noise and I couldn't possibly hold back!) That's my fantasy these days.

I wonder if any older nurses witnessed an enema orgasm when administering to women?

@Vicki_V was blessed to have Angie, her home health nurse who understood these things.