When did enemas first become sexual for you?

I found an enema porn magazine one of my older brothers hid in the cabinet under the bathroom sink. I'd always played with my penis and stuck things in my butt, this magazine described a guy masturbating by stroking his cock up and down. The lightbulb went off over my head and for the first time I jacked my cock to a dry orgasm. So my first taste of real sex came along with images of guys and girls with tubes up their butts.

I always found enemas for my dad slightly erotic, but to be honest it probably started around my early teens when if I were in trouble and getting a spanking and I had to get an enema first he wasn't very gentle. I think honestly that's what started it. Then when he gave me the colon tube that was definitely of every sensual experience.

For me it was masturbating after reading the account of an erotic enema in Penthouse magazine. I bought a kit not long after that, a fountain syringe, and masturbated along with the real thing.

Yep, I remember that story in the Penthouse mag about the Boy and his Sister sharing a Enema session in the down stairs toilet.

Really opened my eyes and bum to the joys of Erotic Enemas.

Despite my aversion to the enemas I received from my mom, I am firmly convinced that she unconsciously sowed the seeds for my later sexual behavior. About ten years passed between her last enema and the sprouting of the seeds. But from then on, things started to take off. Enemas were and are now an integral part of my sexuality. And with a partner who shares this desire, it's doubly rewarding. I love her, and of course her incredibly fantastic enemas as well.

Tbh I hardly even remember how it started.

But oh I remember the shame and embarrasment (but also excitement!) when buying a bag and using it for the first time! I was 26 when I used it (now I am 30)

It was a neon orange 3 liters bag with multiple nozzles. Filled it to the brim. Somehow took it all in one go.

I think it started when I saw some videos of belly inflation, it kicked some interest in me and then just evolved into pure lust for enemas

Around 14 I think

Around 11 or 12 I believe!

With my siblings and I, it wasn’t something that happened overnight. From an early age, we liked enemas, they felt good. Plus, they scratched an anal erotic itch we all had. Around age seven, I started getting a hard-on whenever mom, grandma, or our teenage aunts gave us enemas. Telling us, “That’s normal for little boys.” With girls, unlike boys, there’s nothing to see. Hence, we didn’t realize it affected girls similarly. At that age, we had no idea what sex was all about, let alone what sexual feelings were. To us, it simply felt good. Over the next few years, things happened that we really didn’t pay much attention too or for that matter, understand. Nonetheless, they were sexual in nature, only we didn’t realize it until much later.

It wasn’t until our grandmother taught us personal hygiene and enemas became our responsibility. That the light finally came on. It happened one afternoon, when my sister and I were giving each other a couple of enemas using a long-curved douche nozzle. Plus, my sister had the habit of slowly moving the nozzle around whenever she gave someone an enema.

We’d got home from school that afternoon, both constipated in need of a couple of enemas. And it was routine for us to take care of one another in that regard when needed. And it wasn’t any different that afternoon, with a douche nozzle buried deep inside me, as I held a soapy enema. Then, all of a sudden, I got a weird feeling deep in my groin an explored cum all over the bath towel beneath me. Totally surprising both me and my sister. I’d had dry orgasms in the past, while playing with myself or during enemas, but nothing like that. Neither I nor my sister had touched that area that afternoon, when I had my first explosive wet orgasm.

Afterwards, my sister and I were very curious about what caused it and why. My sister, asking questions about what I felt. We’d both had dry orgasms while giving each other enemas. However, this time was different, a sticky white fluid came out without masturbating, or so it seemed. Other than holding a two-quart soapy enema for ten minutes, because I was constipated, we hadn't done anything that we were aware of to cause it.

I prior to puberty, I always had a feeling of excitement seeing my mother's naked rear end and her talking about or giving a ch enema .I was always embarressmened to agmit that enjoyed not only when she gave me an enema but having a female insert a finger in my rear end. Once I was visiting a friend , she had a beautiful rear end ,was divorced and had a small child six years old . While in the bathroom I saw an enema bag and nozzle hanging on the shower drawer. I asked her when I came out if she had a problem, she openly said no my little girl was sick and I gave her an enema, looking at her, thinking of that. it bothered me to the point where I was blushing, embarrassed, and hard as a rock it was embarrassing. She was very opened a told me how she has been given enemas for different reasons

When I fully realized what the equipment left in the bathroom was used for and that I could use it on myself. I became really turned on by enemas. I enjoyed the fact that it was a secret, I wasn't allowed to do it, the risk of being caught, the feel of the nozzles, and the filling and expelling really felt amazing. Often after I got home and no one was home I took an enema.

Probably around 14.I like watching women get their buttocks spanked, and since I have a butt fetish, I’ve also become interested in enemas.I still fantasy's sometimes.Having done something wrong, I get down on all fours and stick my butt out. As onlookers watched, i was given a generous dose of glycerin enema.I tries desperately to hold it in, but loses control and lets it flow out.

I don't think I could pick an age. Enemas were something I thought felt good when I first discovered them around eight years old. I don't think there was any consciousness of a sexual content, or arousal. It just felt nice, and it was something that seemed forbidden, so it was naughty fun in that respect. I can remember learning how to cause a dry orgasm, but again, it was fun, not erotic. If I had to pick a date, I think I'd have to go with the first wet orgasm when it finally sunk in that the natural receptacle for a penis, was not a fist! ...and the girls had control of all of those receptacles.

I'd say around the time I became interested in sex to begin with; around 14. Until then, it was just enemas when I could sneak them. Once I started thinking of sexual activities, I naturally combined the thoughts with masturbation, coupled with the enemas I already did and liked. So at that time, I was hooked on enamas and sex.

As far as I remember like @FunGuy . Around age 11-12. That time I had erections not only during enemas but also suppository administration or even RT. The game changed forever.

It was sexual already first time I tried, when I was about 25 years old.

Ive seen some clips and photos of enemas and was curios to try, and yeah it was very intense when I tried first time

I was in high school when my mom gave me the first enema that I remember, but I didn’t feel anything sexual.

I guess I was a late bloomer, because when I was 22, a newlywed and recovering from being critically injured in an accident, a nurse was giving me an enema, and I nearly had an orgasm. I was embarrassed and trying not to show it, but the nurse could tell what was happening. She was quietly assuring me that what I was feeling was normal, “relax and just go with it.”

I told a more complete story six years ago on Zity, post 21. After that experience, for emerging GI health needs as well, I have not been without an enema bag.

Constipated frequently as a child resulting in enemas. Hated it then.

Jump ahead many years later when I read a letter in the old Candid Press tabloid (predating Penthouse) about erotic enemas.

Something snapped into place then, and I've enjoyed enemas ever since.

When mother began giving me and my sister enemas they were just something to endure and get them over with. I always did like the feeling of having the enema nozzle inserted into my rectum but sometimes the first enema itself was a little too much and caused some pain which I did not and do not like. But when mother gave me a second or even third enema it was easier to take and the insertion of the nozzle was something I had begun to like.

Then puberty came along and mother still was giving us enemas and the insertion of the enema nozzle awakened 'those feelings' that I explored when I started masturbating. I felt the need to masturbate after my enemas and it was not too much of a stretch for me to realize the cause and effect of an enema and wanting to masturbate.

And now enemas are very much a part of my sexual intercourse and it is hard to separate or think of enemas without thinking of sex.

I started to enjoy enemas when I began to masturbate. For me they go "hand-in-hand". Sorry, couldn't resist. lol

It had to be around I was 10 ish. I received enemas when I was a kid from what I thought was my aunt and turned out to be my very much older cousin. Mom was not sure on how to do it so she enlisted the aid of "Aunt" Maralyn. She had 2 different enema bags. One was blue and looked like an ice bag and the other one was an open top amber latex fountain syringe. I didnt like them at first but as I got older I think it was the ritual that I enjoyed then the warm soapy water filling me. I was also spanked (on the bare bottom of course) if I protested. I never got a chance to ask my "Aunt" if she enjoyed administering them but I think she did. My female cousin used to get them for any reason. As I got older about 14 whenever mom and her went to Bingo I used to get moms enema bag and self administer. I will NEVER forget the first time I had an orgasm. I was laying on my stomach in the tub when the exceptionally warm water enema hit my prostrate. I began to shake uncontrollably and discharged on the towel. That confirmed, I was hooked for life.

@stinger wrote:

I will NEVER forget the first time I had an orgasm. I was laying on my stomach in the tub when the exceptionally warm water enema hit my prostrate. I began to shake uncontrollably and discharged on the towel. That confirmed, I was hooked for life.

@stingr,

This description really turns me on! I had quite the same experience as a young teenager except mine happened when I was on the commode with my Mother beside me raising and lowering the enema bag. There was alot of pressure. I moaned with so much pleasure not knowing an enema could make me do that! That was the very day I became a Klismo for life.

P.S. I remember the good feelings building up. Next, I remember some humping and grinding during the orgasms. I would moan, gasp and at least one or two times I said, “IT FEELS GOOD!!!” She never said anything.

Except one time. She said “Well, you just concentrate on moving your bowels.” No acknowledgement that the enema had just made me come!!!

For me it was in my early teens. I was often constipated as a child and had been given enemas a couple of time in a medical setting. Parents rarely gave enemas in the UK as far as I am aware, but I did get an occasional suppository administered by my mother. As puberty arrived I often explored the rearmost parts of my anatomy, including inserting fingers and other objects, stretching to induce a slight prolapse and even occasionally sneaking the odd suppository from the tin. I also began to take makeshift enemas using an empty shampoo bottle, all done more for pleasure than anything else. It was during one of these sessions, when no-one else was home, that at the age of 14 I first masturbated to orgasm (a practice which I have diligently maintained ever since) So not surprising that enemas became associated with sexual pleasure for me.

I was never given an enema. It started when I found one around the house. It was normally used for a hot water bottle, but all the attachments and tubing was there. We had an open farm style basement with a shower and a toilet right next to it. Perfect for enema play. I fill up and empty right in the toilet. For a second or third bag full that was cleaner I could expel right on the floor or even on the concrete wall. There was also a convenient store chain that generally had a utility sink setup with a utility type hose that I could pretty easily insert in my asshole. Pretty fun being able to give yourself and enema straight from the hose and then grab a slushie on the way out.

Enemas I do not find sexual (sexually stimulating) for me so much as I find them to be a means to an end so I can confidently partake in sexual anal activities afterwards. However, I can and do find them pleasant to take and I find myself being usually very relaxed and looking forward to it when I give myself one.

Tabitha, and RTnurse, Sarah_Michelle, and Lucas_Mercer have it nailed. Actually, I much surprised myself when I realized that I'd started my lifetime pleasuring of giving myself big - and rapidly getting bigger - enemas just for the overwhelming internal experience of taking them. I was a slow learner, and didn't take a full gallon enema until in my late Twenties., but when my girl cousin and I adventitiously and by pure accident shared that we were into enemas, school was out. I hasten to add that we thought of some practical boundaries, greatly apprehending unwanted pregnancy, and that sexual gratification while doing enemas, or afterwards, would quite affably be of our own doing. This held firm even after I'd quietly cum hugely once (she's still my idea of feminine attractiveness) while we were just grinning and sighing and talking dirty. Not at all prudish, we vividly watched each other generate orgasm on delightful occasions, of course often prodding the other into achieving the same result. Somehow, we never had any poopy accidents and, depending on whose place we'd been in, we scrupulously gave ourselves plenty of time to clean absolutely everything up and air it out, without making it too obvious. Those utility sinks with the big black hoses were so very inviting, given that one could expel right away by just sitting on a very generous corner of the edge. The only occasional drawback with the utility sinks was the inevitable likelihood, given the very guilty pleasure, of blissing while taking enemas that became way too big, thus feeling to be at risk seemingly forever No idea why I never got caught. To all: Many thanks for this trip down a quite gushing Memory Lane.

Started slowly but soon realized that it felt good on multiple dimensions and moved from dealing with constipation to more

Enemas I do not find sexual (sexually stimulating) for me so much as I find them to be a means to an end so I can confidently partake in sexual anal activities afterwards. However, I can and do find them pleasant to take and I find myself being usually very relaxed and looking forward to it when I give myself one.

Sarah Michelle, you hit nail on the head girl. That's exactly how my girlfriend and I also feel about enemas.