Do you remember some Special Enema from the past?

Do anyone here now or in the past remember som special Enema 🤔 . Ho has a special impact on your mind . In the past or today . I have kinky fantasies from time to time . 👅

For me it was the enema I was receiving from myy grandmother thatb made me cum. I was 14 years old. I was. Naked on the exam tale on back she was using. A balloon nozzle. I did not cum by being stimulated physical I came fromthe pressure oftheenema and nozzle .

A nurse in NYC. I saw her Ad and made an appointment. Arrived and was soon naked on the exam table.

On my stomach, I felt my buttocks being spread. Her finger ( gloved) had a lubricant on

It. She ran it around my anus then buried it my anal passage, lubricating me.

Next that distinctive sound when a thermometer is shaken down. It was soon up my rectum and stayed there until she finished her enema preparation.

When done she removed the thermometer and said she was going to begin the enema.

It was a bulging red bag with a douche nozzle. The water was extremely warm!

I started on my stomach was then put in a knee-chest position, then as she was nearing the end of the enema, put me on my left side and told to draw my knees up. I did.

I was doing well and as the bag was emptying she started sliding the nozzle in and almost out of my rectum repeatedly as the remnants of the bag still entered my rectum, rubbing it against my prostate!

I was doing all I could not to moan as I was erect and feeling the sensation of an oncoming ejaculation. . .

…I feared I’d blow my load and asked her to stop. She did.

Even though I didn’t cum, it has to be the best enema I ever had.

I was doing well and as the bag was emptying she started sliding the nozzle in and almost out of my rectum repeatedly as the remnants of the bag still entered my rectum, rubbing it against my prostate!

I was doing all I could not to moan as I was erect and feeling the sensation of an oncoming ejaculation. . .

…I feared I’d blow my load and asked her to stop. She did.

Even though I didn’t cum, it has to be the best enema I ever had.

I'd of just went with it and hopefully cummed, maybe that was her intention! 😜😜😜😉

Being a product of the 50s and having constipation issues from birth, I received quite a few enemas growing up. Not scheduled as some of you, but when necessary.

My mother always used a bulb enema with Ivory soap solution generous amount of Vaseline with me in the diaper position. Mother would mix the solution in the bathroom sink and I laid on the floor on a nice soft rug and towel.

I never liked enemas but they were inevitable, it was going to happen.

On this very memorable occasion I'm guessing I was 8 or 9 years old and woke up in the middle of the night with a stomach ache. I woke my mom and laid in bed with her for a while, she would gently rub my stomach which made the ache feel a bit better. After a bit she said let's go to the bathroom and see if you can go. Which ment if I didn't go soon, I was getting an enema.

I set on the toilet trying my best while she got the enema ready. After some time she announced let's get this over with, you will feel so much better. So on my back I lay legs up and she lubes my anus, fills the 4oz red bulb with the black bat shaped tip, lubes the tip and the enema begins.

There was never any measured amount, M would keep filling the syringe carefully burping the air out until I protested that I was full. She always would say, I'm sure you can take a bit more, you don't want a second enema do you? And she would lovingly proceed with a few more. Then up to evacuate.she would set on the bathtub while I emptied and then check her work and say I'm sure you feel so much better now, and I did.

I got up put my PJs back in and went to lie back down in her bed to rest while she cleaned up the enema stuff. That night I lay in bed thinking about what just happened and a sensation came over me, my anus was a bit irritated in a good way from all the insertions and as I lay ther I had my very first orgasm. I don't remember any squirting so I can only feel at that age it was a dry orgasm. Being a that age I want exactly sure what just happened, but

I knew it was an amazing feeling. Abd from that day on I was hooked!!! I fell asleep in extacy!

Now 65 years later I remember that eventful night as if it happened last night. It sure changed my life!

That one enema that I have the strongest memory of was the first time I was given an enema with a bag. I was at a doctors office for it. I had suppositories and a few fleet enemas which I hated with a passion. I hated the how they made me go poop and have diarrhea. Plus caused my butt to sting and burn. I was only 5 years old when we went to these doctor visits.

This time I had no idea I was going to be given an enema. I was under the impression that the doctor would put his finger in my butt as he did at the previous office visits. This time it all seemed like before they had me on my side with my butt exposed. I felt something slippery slip in my butt which felt like the doctors finger. The nurse told me to just relax and she said I was being such a brave big boy and she petted my hair. The nurse tried to distract me from the fact I was about to be given a big enema with a bag. I remember she asked me what my favorite cartoons were to watch on TV or who my favorite superhero was. I was into Batman and Robin. As we were talking I felt like something cool was flowing up my butthole. It did not hurt at all. I was able to look up and see a nurse holding a clear bag of liquid with a tube leading out of the bag and the tube led to my little butthole. I remember fussing a bit and wiggled around. The nurse told me Eric you are doing great you are a big boy.. Even at only age 5 as the enema was filing my insides I felt my little body tingle and it felt like inside my butt it tickled. I felt pressure building and like I had to poop badly. More than at any time in my life actually. The nurse helped me relax my robbing my head. Then they removed the enema from my butthole and right away I released a bit on the table. The nurse asked me if I wanted to use the bathroom or have a diaper put on me. I told the nurse to put a diaper on me. I held in the feeling of needing to go awhile. Luckly we lived close to the doctors office ss it was not like I would leak all over. On the way home in the car as we drove over a few bumps I felt my butt explode in my diaper. What an incredible feeling that was to me. I never forgot that feeling. Then when we got home my mom got the diaper off me and put me on the toliet.. I remember I was crying bad. My mom encouraged me to let it all out. She said honey let all the BMs out... That is great wow. Doesnt it make you feel so much better. I did not notice that at first. Then yes I felt so much lighter and I remember running around outside and noticed I could run jump and skip better. This all was so rememberable that I believe this is what hooked me for life on enemas...

From as early as I can remember, mom gave me enemas with a bulb. I usually only got a couple of bulbs at a time so I didn’t mind them at all and my sister and I even played with the bulb in the bathtub resulting in us giving ourselves and each other small enemas just for fun.

When I was school age, I would sometimes get bored after a while during summer vacation and I would go to spend some time at grandmas. There were kids my age next door and there was a pool a couple of blocks away. I liked it there. I remember when I was ten, after a few days there I wasn’t feeling well. I had a tummy ache and didn’t want to play with the kids next door. With a few questions grandma determined that I hadn’t pooped since I got there. I was probably too busy to stop playing when I should have. Grandma said an enema would make me feel better. Since I didn’t mind the bulb enemas mom gave me, and I knew grandma had a bulb because mom and her had used it on me some years before, I agreed she could give me an enema. After a few minutes, she called me to the bathroom and told me to take off my shorts and panties. As I looked around I didn’t see the expected bulb, but hanging from the towel bar was her hot water bottle with some kind of hose attached. I asked her what that was for, and she said it was my enema, that I was old enough to get an enema like she did.

I laid on the floor, on the towel she had put down. I felt her slide the nozzle into my butt and heard a click. The water felt good, for a while, but then I began to feel very full and I asked her to stop. She did and removed the nozzle and helped me to the toilet. As I sat on toilet I could see that the bag was still about half full, but that was way more water in my belly than ever before. As I sat there shitting out more water and poop than I thought possible, I somehow just knew I had to do this again. It confirmed without a doubt that I liked getting an enema.

As most on here know, my mom and grandma gave all four of us kids enemas every Wednesday night and Saturday morning. Many of these were not just enemas, but series enemas, til clear. That said, it took something really special for me to remember an enema. My two older sisters (all three were older) never really got anything special from the enemas. My immediately older sister, Lisa and I did. We started giving each other bulb enemas in the bathtub as small children. (We bathed together until mom thought we were too old to be doing it.) (We still sneaked communal baths and showers, wink!) We graduated to giving each other bag enemas in our tweens. Still, nothing special. The one enema from way back then was in summer when I was fifteen. Lisa had a girlfriend from school whose parents had a lake house. Diana was a really cute, really tiny redhead with a couple of great points up front. One day, Diana came over to visit Lisa and told her that her parents were vacationing in Europe for three weeks, and gave her the keys to the lake house. They were both eighteen and Diana had a car. She motioned toward me and said, "Wanna take him with us?" Lisa thought that might be fun, so I was in. We left the next morning for a three day weekend at the lake. The house was at the end of an isolated cove, and there was a beach. The lake was only ten miles from Louisiana, where the drinking age was eighteen, so naturally, the girls headed to a liquor store. We cooked steaks that night, then decided to break oped a bottle of Jim Beam. Soon, we were all feeling good! Diana said, "Let's go swimming!" So five minutes later, we were headed to the beach. We swam for a while, and the Jim Beam had us feeling frisky. Lisa pulled Diana's bottom off, and Diana grabbed Lisa's top. They finished exposing each other, then turned to me. I lost my swim pants, and we all skinny dipped for a few minutes more. Gathering our stuff, we headed back to the cabin. (If you would call a 4 bedroom,, 3600 square foot house a cabin.) Here's where things turned kinky and I got the surprise! Diana went to the master bath, emerging a few minutes later with a 4 qt fountain bag, bulging with soapsuds frothing at its top. She slurred, "Lis, you wanna go first, or should I?" Lisa replied, "Isn't that why we brought him?" Diana replied, "I think you're right!" Remember, we were all three buck naked, AND we were outside on the front porch facing the lake. Lisa and Diana pulled me over Diana's lap, and Lisa held the bag up while Diana pushed the douche nozzle into my ass. I think they got 3 qts in me, then led me back down to the lake and out into waist deep water. They both chorused, "OK, shit it out!" I did, and the lake current washed away the brown water. We each took our turns, and tiny Diana took the full bag, right along with Lisa. She held hers while we filled Lisa, and they released in the lake together. We finished the bottle, and I think we had group sex, but I was really too drunk to know for sure. Anyway, the parts I can remember were my most memorable enema!