Would my life be different if I ....?

I often wonder if my life would have turned out differently if I hadn't become so interested in enemas at an early age. Perhaps I would have pursued other items of interest? Found other, perhaps more productive interests? Or maybe I wouldn't be as interested in so many different things, disciplines, pursuits, etc? Would I have married a different woman? Lived somewhere else? Had different hobbies? Have any of you wondered the same thing? I'd like your thoughts.

Yes, I’ve often wondered if my passive and submissive sexual impulses were the product of the intense confusion and sexual arousal, coupled with maternal nurturing and affection, that I experienced on being given enemas. Would my sexual life and my temperament in general be different if I had never received an enema? Or could it simply be that my childhood reactions to enemas were the anxious and uncomprehending expression of a native anal eroticism?

I don’t know and I suppose it doesn’t really matter. But it’s an interesting thought—what might have been…….

Geese I never thought of anything being all that big a thing to be life-altering she says in a room surrounded by hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of model kits. She won't live long enough to build them all. But there MINNNE! I TELLLS YA MINE! Some are rare others pretty others one-offs others rare imported at great expense from Italy and Indonisiia no shit I did that and THERE MINNNNNNE! Obsessed with something no not me. MINE AND YOU CANT HAVE ANY OF EMM! SO you CANIIGIT. No one obsession can be life-altering.

She looks up down her lip quivers. Like I would have spent the money on cosplay crap and eating out anyway so well .Mine! I have some expensive enema nozzles I like to pop up my arse and shoot out as well. I could have bought more models with that money, sort of regret that. Or some dildos.

Great topic! I never thought of this but the answer for me would be yes. My life changed completely both from a hospital stay and upbringing while growing up. I was masturbating for as long as I can remember. Had these events not happened, I probably would have been more prudish and certainly not as sexually adventurous through my whole life!

I am what I am and a product of my upbringing. I suppose that I could have made some other choices, but circumstances certainly influenced outcomes. In hindsight, I really have no regrets and have thoroughly enjoyed many different adventures. As far as enemas are concerned, they have been a very positive adjunct to my physical and psychological well being. In terms of an investment of time and energy, I suppose it's possible that I may have made a few more bucks, caught a few more fish, got a little more sleep, more time in front of the TV, hit a few more golf balls on the range, or killed some more time and effort out in the yard.

The bottom line is that I enjoyed every minute after I got beyond the contention with mom, grandma, my pediatrician, and succumbed to the "magical virtues of the enema". Those medical/health texts of old, sure alleviated many concerns and enlightened me to a simple procedure and pleasure. My otherwise "normal existence", has been quite a blessing!

@sse4fun said,

I suppose that I could have made some other choices, but circumstances certainly influenced outcomes. In hindsight, I really have no regrets and have thoroughly enjoyed many different adventures. As far as enemas are concerned, they have been a very positive adjunct to my physical and psychological well being.

My siblings and I were anal erotic from as far back as I can remember. In the forties, fifties, and sixties enemas were commonplace, and used for a variety of different reasons. From the beginning, my siblings and I, didn’t mine getting enemas. Because frankly, they felt good, so we never really put up much of a fuss whenever we received one.

Then when I was six, grandma taught her two younger daughters personal hygiene and how to care for and give children enemas as preteens. Doing so, she used my brother and I as her teaching subjects for the two girls. Each girl demonstrating how to give her subject a soapy followed by a rinse enema under her guidance. Afterwards, she gave the girls the responsibility of doing our evening bath, including enemas and occasional spankings. Mom and grandma were all business when they gave us enemas, however the girls weren’t. Being preteens then teenagers, they liked to play around as much as we did. Hence, enemas became even more enjoyable than they had previously.

On top of that, being grandma was a retired nurse, she didn’t believe anyone should get upset or embarrassed about being seen naked. It was something that happened in the course of daily life, and you simply needed to put it aside. Making things easier, and a lot more fun for us growing up. For example: Our aunts giving us enemas during bath time, then getting in the large shower afterwards to bathe us. So, when they gave us enemas before our shower, not only were we naked, but the girls were too. Putting nudity aside for both us and the girls.

As we neared double digits, enemas started giving us weird feelings in our groin, making them even more enjoyable. Something that wasn’t missed by our teenage aunts. During bath time, it was easy to tell when my brother and I were turned on. However, it wasn’t as easy with the girls, but you could tell if you looked close enough in the correct spot. Especially, when they were being given an enema. Then, once we reached our preteens, grandma taught us personal hygiene and enemas became our responsibility. Opening up even more doors for us to explore, as we approached puberty.

There haven’t been any regrets, on my part, in regard to enemas. And I think I’m safe in saying, the same holds true for my siblings. And I’m including our two aunts as siblings, due to closeness of age.

Yes , the ' thought ' of my life w / o my ' early in life ' desire , penchant and practice of the ' enema ' has on more than one occasion ' crossed my mind ' . Still , while I do not understand why my acceptance of a practice that , seemingly , for most people is such a ' negative ' , ' taboo ' , ' dreaded ' and ' for medical purposes only ' activity I have wondered what my ' life w /o ' enemas ' would have ' looked like ' . Here I find no fault with my mom , grandmoms or my ' special aunt ' who introduced me to and continued to administer what was to beocme a very pleasurable and desired ' activity ' which only grew in intensity over time . I grew up in the decade of the ' 1950's ' where ' home enemas ' for we kids and adults were as ' normal ' as a ' glass of cool water ' on a very hot day which is to say ........ ' refreshing ' . If not ' enemas ' in my life during my formative years which became pleasant and erotic as I matured , I am certain that there would have been a ' substitute ' to occupy my time and my mind . The ' enema ' quickly became a real-time ' bonding ' w / my enema administrator regardless of who ' she ' may have been and I am certan just as ' bonding ' for them as well as they were to confide to me that their ' womanhood / motherhood ' was so ' affirmed ' by our activity and my cooporative response to it . I cannot retract my enema ' history ' and I wish not to however : ... I do ' wonder ' as to my life if the above share had ' never happened ' thus shaping me into the ' klismo ' persona I am today .

I was imprinted at an early age and as an older woman, I assure you it never goes away. I still know that any foreplay, petting, sexual intercourse etc. nothing compares to the overwhelming internal feelings like an old fashioned hot, soapsuds enema. This has always been part of “ME”.

For instance, today my stomach (colon) hadn’t felt good. It was the usual bad constipation. In my case, no enema equals no bowel movement. I am physically dependent on an enema for that. Between the uncomfortable feeling of needing to have a bowel movement, (ugh!!!) I planned on giving myself a real GOOD enema and I did that this afternoon!!

Honestly, there is nothing that gets my vaginal juices flowing and nipples hard like a warm, greasy enema nozzle in my waiting rectum, clicking that clamp and letting the fluid run into me. The feeling of the enema nozzle and hot, soapy water entering me, radiating through my clitoris, cervix and vagina is the BEST physical feeling in the world!!! Working that big black enema douche nozzle back and forth in my rectum is so delightful, satisfying and completes me physically and mentally, for sure.

I don’t write this to downplay anyone else’s enema experiences but our sweet Zity friend, Mashie told me years ago, to tell my story and to write about it it just as it is. Don’t downplay it and don’t fabricate it - it will be my contribution for anyone wondering how sexual fulfillment with an enema occurs. And so it is.

There are many events that have happened in my life that in looking back I have wondered if had I pursued a different path where would I have been today. My interest in enemas started when I was a young boy. Enemas were very mysterious, exciting and arousing for me then and they still are. When I was in my early twenties I was dating a divorced lady in her mid thirties that had two teenage children. Our love making was out of the world, we became so in tune with each other that we would cum together and that made both of us orgasm even more. I’ve always been on the large scale with my penis and she loved it. The more she excited me my penis became super long and I could see where it was inside of her, about a inch or so under her belly button. She wanted to become more close and was hinting at marriage and I was sorta open to it. I asked her many times if she used enemas and she didn’t believe in using them or giving me any. We eventually went different directions. I have often wondered if she would have took me into the bathroom and started draining enema bags into me it would have been the event would have made marriage happen then and my life would be different than it is today.