Newcomer or veteran golden age enema lover?

I'm curious,

I, like many enema freak - er enthusiasts, came to know enemas through curiosity in the ever-present red bag that most families had in their possession. Fast forward several decades to today. In the 1970s, if you would have polled a class of entering high school freshmen in the 1970s and asked how many of them had ever had an enema, probably about 75% of the hands in the room would have gone up. If you were to do that same poll today, I bet you'd be lucky if a couple kids even knew what the word meant.

My question is for all, but especially those new to the enema scene. If you didn't go through enemas 'golden age' , that is up until about the end of the 1970s, how did you cum to enjoy enemas? Also, a special question for those old enough, but that didn't find enemas until later life. How cum?

Personally, I thought that love of the enema would have nearly completely died out by now but I see that's not so. There has been a resurgence in the coffee enema lately. And you can't tell me that more than a few of those indulging, while they may be extolling the health benefits and virtues of coffee enemas, aren't whacking off before, during, and/or after a "health" session.

So, if you're a newcummer, tell how you came to enjoy the 'magic fountain' and if you're a veteran, tell us why you stayed or came back.

Personally, I was only ever given 2 enemas by my natural mother which weren't exciting at all. Later, she died and I lived with an ex of hers. I became interested through attempts at self-administration. I manipulated my way into him giving me RTs and enemas while he 'manipulated' me into sexual acts. I truly enjoyed our time together and, though I was a child, I didn't and don't consider what we did abuse of any kind.

I grew up in the Golden Age of Enemas, 1950's and 60's. As a child I had constipation problems, still do. My mother also had problems with constipation so she took an enema about once a week, I only received one when I needed it but at least every 2 weeks. I always liked the feeling even when small and I hated the cramping. As I got older, I snuck them on my own and eventually bought my own enema bag and the rest is history. So I guess you would call me a veteran, and I plan on continuing as long as I am able.

I grew up in the Golden age of enemas in the early 50’s and received lovingly administered enemas from my mom until I was 5 or 6 years old. Why she stopped giving them to me, I’m not sure but I think it had to do with constipation issues I had from taking meds.

Well needless to say, the seed was planted and I enjoyed self imposed anal stimulation from then on.

Moving ahead to my pre-adulescent age of 12 I discovered masturbation and had my very first orgasm just before my 12th birthday. I soon there after spent a lot more time in the bathroom and discovered the old enema syringe which I have mentioned in another post. My first self administered enema/masturbation session was an extatic experience. I was from then on an enema enthusiast and have been enjoying them for the past 57 years.

Golden age enema lover since 1970s

I grew up in the 1950s (The Golden Years) and yes I am still doing enemas. Will never quit.

I was born at the end of the '70s, and even though that was a little late for some reason I did get enemas as a kid. Not a huge amount, and only when I needed them, but up to about age 8 or so I'd get them when I would be very constipated (which was not too unusual, I was and am prone to constipation).

At the time I disliked them, but later on tried them again and appreciated the rapid relief, then grew to like them.

I'll add a plus one for the younger crowd. I'm a 90's kid, in my mid twentys now. Discovered enemas when I was in highschool thanks to porn. Tried it for myself, felt good during and after, so I liked it. Plus it helped clean me out for anal play, which is a plus. I've worked up to 4qts, but I'm most comfortable around 2.5-3. I don't push myself beyond my limits because I want to feel good, but I have seen progress.

I grew up in the 1960s to mid 70s. Got them as a kid and did not like them. As I matured, I didn't mind them and as I reached pre teens I loved them. The problem today is that today is all about convenience. Oh, just take this pill and everything will be okay. All chemicals and drugs. Nothing like a little warm water and natural Dr Bonnars peppermint castile soap to make you feel better in no time.

I would be a veteran too. Born in the mid-50's, pubic hair in the late 60's. This has been a life-long hobby. I sincerely hope that, however they discover it, the youngsters keep said hobby alive and well.

I was born in the mid 1950's which was during the The Golden Age of enemas. I never received enemas from my mother like many of the zity members growing up at this time. I was a snooper and found my mother's enema kit in her bathroom vanity and was instantly sexually turned on by it even though I had never had a bag enema- just a small bulb enema when I was about 5 or 6 years old. Being anal erotic before I even knew what that meant, drove me to start using my mother's enema kit. I loved it from the very first enema and have been doing enemas regularly ever since. To the best of my recollection I was about 13 when I started doing enemas.

I would imagine had I grown up in household where enemas were given regularly, I would have instantly liked them. But as luck would have it, I did not need a Golden Age enema experience to fall in love with them. I guess I had my own type of Golden Age experience, which was doing enemas solo.

I was a "war baby" and got bulb enemas during the late 40's, then switched to the bag in 1950. By age 8 I was hooked on them. No regrets.

I like many born in the 50s the golden age of enemas,recd many during those years and thats how i became a lover of enemas to this day, always on my mind.

Yep, I'm a baby boomer. Born in the early 50's. Ground zero of the Golden Age. Enema gear in our house, consisting of an 8oz. rubber bulb syringe and a 2 qt. fountain syringe, was used frequently and for many years could be found on display in our bathroom drying out after one of us had yet another session with mom. Being cleaned out regularly, and for just about any reason mom saw fit, was just a part of growing up back then. And as I approached puberty and began to experience the other benefits of a good, warm, soapy enema I knew I'd enjoy it for a lifetime.

I was given many enemas with a red bulb syringe and Ivory soap solution when I was very young. I received them till I was about 6 years old. I didn't like or dislike them - they were just a fact of life!

I didn't notice when they ended and I didn't give them any thought or consideration in the ensuing years. Little did I know that 60 later I'd be enjoying self administered enemas any time I have the notion to.

Why did most every home have a fountain syringe before the 70's? The only birth control available was the diaphragm& jelly, or condoms. The "pill" didn't come out til 1960 and were heavy on side effects. IUD's and vaginal cremes weren't out. Most EVERY wife used a diaphragm and jelly and the instructions said to douche 8 hours after having sex. Most all syringes were for douching and also had a rectal pipe. Enema equipment was available in most homes and regular BM's were considered essential, so the bags did double duty.

Many Docs still hung on to the systemic toxicity theory that was still around, so a good cleaning out couldn't hurt anyone who was ill with almost anything and they told moms to clean out all ill kids. Kids with measles, URI's chicken pox and any other childhood illness were cleaned out on general principles; couldn't hurt them and probably would help. Hence, enemas were given very often to kids and adults. It became a way of life.

I'm a Baby Boomer born in 1951. I never had an enema when I was a kid. My first enema was in the 1980's. It was by necessity. Necessity happened a number of times because I was taking pain medication. I have this gift which I use to think was the remnants of despair, anguish and pain. That was how I felt when I was a kid. I cracked my tail bone and damaged the nerves near it. Back in 1958 the only thing I could do was let mother nature mend it. To this day it bothers me when I sit sometimes. What I didn't expect was the "Rush" I would get when I sat down to move my bowels. At first it was scary but into my teens it actually felt good in a way. When I had my first enema I recall the feeling of the water and everything else as it gushed out of me. That area near my tail bone was feeling special.

I've been taking enemas now for about 35 years. I'll take an enema when I feel I need to be cleaned out. I'll enjoy an enema when I want to be naughty and drive my husband crazy. Those enemas find me thinking my way into the magic area around my tail bone. My husband knows exactly where it's at and a magic finger in my rectum pressing on my tail bone will get me in the sexy, sassy, I'm going to give you a show like you have never seen mood. I was once a newcomer and know I'm a golden age enema lover. I'm grateful for my husband! He get's the best out of me every time and I love that.

Oh Gyne, its so good to read that a couple is happy and have a kinky time together! Enjoy!

Za

I don't fit into either category.

Too young to know the so-called "Golden Age" that was totally gone before I was born, but I have taken enough enemas to NOT be at any level a "rookie"

I am an experienced enema taker from the post-enema era.

Golden age for sure. I grew up with a Devol comfy comination bag in the linen closet. By the time my sistets and I left the house, the bag was worn out.

I'm definitely on the younger end of things and far past the golden age; being that I'm a millennial. However I've been dealing with enemas for pretty much my entire life so I'm definitely not a newcomer to things.

The past is like another country, they do things differently there" In the 2020s it's more like another planet.

I have often picked up my phone to do something and said to myself, "I wonder how this was done when my parents were growing up. Or my grandparents"

I am a boomer from a big poor family if you were sick in any manner it was soon to be enema time, even though it was a fact of life that we all understandwe all resisted anyways, for me it was otk until I graduated to the big boy enema. I knew even back then I was hooked as I would sneak in to the enema in the bathroom closet and play with it, back in those days 60’s into the 70’s such behavior would have been very scorned upon, but I was a secret fan resistance was formal but secretly enjoyed them, still a big fan of enemas but must keep to myself as wife would not approve.

I'm definitely a golden age veteran born in '51. I got them from Mom from about 5 to 13. From about 10 or 11 onward I self administered when I had the privacy and urge.