I started-out “having sex” with enemas. All of my “firsts” involved them. It was a while before accidentally tripping over someone else who was turned-on by them. The last year of High School and first couple of college were equally bleak, but the “changes” from England ended that. Although the partners at that time were not exactly “friendly” outside of our shared interest in “butt stuff,” which started with enemas. And she lived 200 miles away.
I have been lucky that almost everyone with whom I bring up the subject has found them equally exciting, save for a couple of people, who found them to be fun, but “too much work” to indulge with any ‘regularity.’
The wife, when I married, was tolerant, at first, simply out of necessity, due to constant constipation afflicting not just both of us, but also most of our Social Circle at the time (I was amazed at how many simply rejected out-of-hand the idea of using enemas to correct that problem, when otherwise they would be out of commission for days, dealing with the problem). It was during a specific “event” where she agreed to something for a sex show that she discovered “OH! NOW I get it!” But she remained terrified anyone would find out, especially her mother (confusing since I know her mother was a frequent user).
Now, I only see a few people with whom I am sexually involved, and only one of those has substantial independent experiences (and indulges as often as she can). While the other I finally confessed to the fetish, which she DID NOT understand, despite having a “pronounced preference” for anal sex (Her daughter refers to it as. “Butt sex affliction she inherited from her mother”). When I tried to explain “You know how you say you like it when I come inside your butt. It’s like that… but MORE. And, yes… It really takes some prep if you don’t want to deal with any “mess” that can occur.
I did recently meet a retired nurse who is a bit older than I who made a really cryptic comment about “Things doctors afflict on their patients that can just ruin some perfectly good deviations.” Saying “And then some people go looking for it.” There was a lot of chemistry, but I stupidly forgot to ask for any contact info.
Other than that… The Various wired growths on an in me are the only things that illicited enemas. And those were… Weird. Although I have a REALLY WEIRD Oncologist, who has an even weirder Nurse Practitoner, who is who takes care of “Treatments” with her “Three Bears” (although… I’d say that “Baby Bear” is a BIT Twinkish, and not “Bearish” at all). She admitted outright that “This is the sort of thing I would do for fun in my spare time” (Two of the “Bears,” Mama and Baby”, both nodded and affirmed it. Technically they are Nurses and Health Care Techs. She admitted that after observing that I seemed especially conflicted about the treatment (bicompound enema to causer DNA tagged gold to adhere to tumors in the colon. It’s kind of like the 2-part expanding foam insulation, but doesn’t solidify). When I tried to equivocate, she said “Do you know how many people I have seen trying to pretend that they aren’t at all interested in enemas, sexually, given who our principal clientele is? You are doing a worse than average job of hiding it.”
But that just doesn’t have the same thrill without the intimacy parts.