How did you feel when you discovered that an enema was erotic?

I've posted elsewhere about my earliest experiences with enemas. I experienced something that I've not seen any discussion about: feeling like I was some kind of freak, weird or otherwise abnormal.

When I was nearly 11 years old and very ill, my mom told me the doctor wanted her to give me an enema. I knew what an enema was and I was dreading it based on what I'd heard about them and the awful experience everyone seemed to describe. It turned out to be such a pleasant, comforting and erotic experience for me that I thought there must be something wrong with me. I kept this a closely guarded secret while I experimented with small enemas and reading everything I could find about enemas. When I finally had the privacy to give myself a "real" enema with a bag and hose around age 13 or 14, I had a spontaneous orgasm. Again, I wondered about my "normalcy" and was afraid of the ridicule I'd be subjected to if anyone ever found out.

Years later I broached the subject with a college girlfriend who liked anal play and anal sex. She was aghast and offended when I explained what an enema was in responded to her question, "What's an enema" after I asked her if she'd ever had one. That made me "gun shy" so I kept this interest to myself. In those days, there was precious little enema porn so I knew I wasn't alone, but definitely in a minority. A few years later I confided in my wife about my interest and she agreed to help me enemas but she wasn't interested in receiving. She did appreciate how aroused I was and what great sex we had with the additional arousal an enema provided. After we divorced, it wasn't until I talked with a therapist about my experience that I began to become more comfortable with this aspect of my sexuality. Sometime after that when I read about klismaphilia, I finally realized that if there was a name for this interest, there had to be many more like me.

I'm wondering how the early experiences were for others and how you perceived your "discovery" that enemas were erotic.

For me it was a gradual development. Started from a strange proceeding, but ending up a kind of wanted treatment. How? I think the involved nudity, the intimacy of the procedure and the stimulative effects together helped me discovering the erotic side of the enema.

I discovered it very early in life but I had no idea what I felt. I had trouble going poop as a kid until I was age 13. My parents and doctor tried everything to make me go. From strong laxatives put in a nice milk shake to trying a small bulb enema to which I was terrified of. To a suppository to finally a big enema with the bag and a tube and nozzle. It mostly was all traumatic for me. I had no idea what they were doing to me by sticking things in my most private of areas. I had doctors pressing on my belly area and even put his finger in my butt a few times. At a certin point I got numb from it being done to me so much. I started to stop fussing and crying. I even had to have a Barium enema xray done. I was given so many enemas to clean me out before the test I kind of expected everytime I went to a doctors office they would be sticking something in my butt again. It kind of became normal I guess. As all of this was going on I noticed as my butthole was being invaded I most times felt a tickle inside of me. It felt kind of good but I did not really know what to think about this feeling. I figured it had to be caused by the enema or having something put in my butthole. Being a very curious young guy when I was put down for a nap alone I played like I was being given an enema in my bed. I would raise my legs up and start poking around my bottom through my underwear. First with my fingers and then a crayon. I was rewarded by that same wonderful tickle down there. He he he..... I then dared to find my butthole and stuck the crayon in my bottom. It felt incredible as I moved it around in my butt. It felt like I could tickle myself inside. It got very intense. I remember it felt better and better. The tickle started to spread throughout my entire body. It was amazing. I naturally got hooked on this feeling I really have never looked back... LOL.....

When I was a very young child I suffered from anemia and the fix for it at that time was iron supplements… evidently they caused me to be constipated frequently. My mother helped me thru that by lovingly administering soap suds enemas with a small bulb syringe filling it from a sink full of sudsy Ivory soap solution. At age 5 or 6 I stopped getting the enemas. My anemia must have resolved therefore no need for enemas. Ah, but those enemas left an impression. I found anal stimulus felt good a can remember experimenting with slim smooth objects sliding them in and out of my little rosebud and just felt good.

Did I think I was weird enjoying this? I think more so I felt naughty.. a good kind of naughty.

At age 11, I was still very prepubescent when my cousin a year older than me introduced me to masturbation. It wasn’t long before I put two and two together and masturbated with my mom’s douche bulb with that thick long nozzle. The fireworks went off when that first orgasm with anal stimulation happened and I was hooked. I always wondered if other guys enjoyed it too. I didn’t find that out until the internet became available and my first search was the word “ENEMA”! So I’m 77 now and still enjoying this strange, fun, naughty proclivity that is so misunderstood by those that have never experienced the erotic pleasures of enemas.

The best word I can think of to describe my discovery of the eroticism of enemas is “shocked.” I’d used them for a couple decades as a completely neutral if helpful procedure, never getting turned on in the process.

After some years of escalating IBS attacks that were very painful and could basically take me out of commission, I found this board and read its advice and tried enemas with warmer water.

The first time it happened, I went from feeling very sick and in pain to feeling great and having an incredible orgasm within the span of about 10 minutes. It was surprising, weird, something I didn’t feel I could speak of to anyone, and yet very pleasant. And I was shocked again when it proved something I could replicate.

To this day, the enemas that deliver me from the greatest illness and discomfort read as sexiest, which doesn’t follow much logic that I can discern but does seem predictable. And during the time in my life when I had an adept and caring giver to administer to me, having IBS became frankly erotic, which I understand is just as weird as it sounds, yet I could crawl into his bed in the sorriest of shape and eventually leave feeling practically reborn.

As a pre teen, when I came very hard doing anal insertion, I thought there must be some connection since I'd been dimly aware of how turned on my mom had been while giving me her only enema,. Many years later, I still was terrified about enemas after that four-year-old experience. I soon discovered how importantly delightful it was to insert and then to fill my rectum using a found douche bulb. I was hooked. After many enemas of increasing size, I would just masturbate on the toilet. So prepared, though I was a little abashed at my colossal erections while filling my bags, I wasn't the least surprised when my girl cousin and I realized that if fucking was out, mutually pleasurable enemas must be in.

I liked getting a bulb enema at an early age. It felt good when the nozzle slid into my butt and the initial rush of warm water made me feel good "down there", but I didn't recognize it as sexual. Then I discovered masturbation at puberty. An enema was good, and masturbation was great, but masturbation during an enema was indescribable.

Guilty and finally accepting satisfying a hunger of my fetish for enemas ,as Marlyn Monroe said I like enemas so what.

@Cheryl77177 I couldn't agree with you more! The experience is undiscrible as it feels so wonderful!

It was a wonderful and exciting time.

For me, I was confused how an enema could make me feel so good. Being raised a Catholic, I felt quite guilty at times, although the enema always ended in a huge ejaculation. The obsession often took over my life.

@Stump my sentiments exactly! How could something that felt so good be bad?

It was one of the weirdest feelings. I had a long history of childhood constipation and even one bag enema was giving to me by my local town GP in the 90s which was absolutely embarrassing, horrible and slightly painful. It was one of my worst experiences of my life. Then when I was 13 or 14 I was going through puberty and discovering sex and masturbation and one day I looked up porn on the Internet and put the word enema in front of it, from that moment and day I was hooked. I’m like this turns me on way more. I felt so ashamed about if, I couldn’t tell any of my friends or anyone around me as they would think I sax weird, gay or unusual. I am straight but anything when I was a kid to do with the anus or anal, other people would assume your gay kind of stigma. I keep it pretty low key now, only my partner and ex partners have ever known about it.

I actually felt as I discovered the water in the ocean....was so obvious... enemas = clean butt = pleasure. For me, it was when I first made the connection with anal play, around 13....enemas meant the playground was clean and ready and, even better, it meant the person was ready to play with it. From that moment, just hinting about enemas put me in the mood and I became very proficient in proposing a session before play started. With other guys was easy, after all anal was kind of the highlight of the encounter. With girls it was more awkward, especially younger ones, but I learned they usually accepted to shower (as long as their hair did not get wet), as I was normally coming off work...there I could find out if they were open to that kind of game and proceed accordingly. Not that I did anal with every girl I met, but at least I can say I tried.

What a great bunch of stories! I can identify with many of the sources I read about! I'm in late 80s now, but still enjoy many of the things that others tell about! More stories, please!

I have one vague memory of getting an enema as a child. One intense image of sitting on the toilet looking up at the yellow folding bag hanging from the shower curtain rod, with the long white tube leading down between my legs. I recall nothing else. It was many years later as I was becoming a young man I discovered an enema porn magazine one of my older brothers hid under the bathroom sink. A story in the magazine educated me on how to masturbate by stroking up and down, which led to my first dry orgasm. So my sensuality matured associated with pictures and stories about enema play. I was incredibly happy about the whole experience.

At 13 I was giving myself an enema and started feeling really good as I was moving the nozzle inside me. The feeling kept getting better and better until I went over the edge of pleasure and had my first orgasm. From then on that full red enema bag and black nozzle was my best friend.

I liked sticking things in my butt while very young. 5 or 6 years old? by 7 or 8 I was sneaking enemas with a readily available squeeze bulb. It just got better and better. I don't remember any Aha! moment.

When I was a kid, we didn't do enemas at home. I was very curious about them and really wanted see what one was like. My first enema experience was with a fleet. The insertion felt really good since I only had a thermometer back there and the fleet was thicker and softer. I squeezed the bottle and felt water flow in me, It was cool and soothing, much better than anything else I had back there. A few minutes later, I felt the urge to expel and it was different than anything else I felt! I ran into the bathroom and let it out, It was so amazing! I felt great after I was done expelling and knew this was going to be a new and very welcome part of my activities.

My mother gave me enemas when I was young. They were given for constipation and attitude adjustment. They weren't erotic then but as I approached puberty and early sexual awareness they became highly erotic. The first enema that i administered to myself I was maybe just thirteen. I wasn't really popular with girls yet. I had been sneaking peaks at my dad's Playboy and Penthouse magazines and was turned on by the girls and their butts especially the photos with their pussy from behind. One weekend my parents were away and I had the house to myself. I had looked through my dad's magazines and was super horny. I started snooping through my mothers vanity and found her enema kit! I couldn't believe what I found. I stripped off all of my clothing and put on a pair of my mothers panties. My penis was swollen and hard like I had never felt before. I smoked a little pot to help calm me down but it made me even more horny. I fumbled to assemble the enema kit and then proceeded to fill the bag with warm water. I hung the warm full bag on a towel hook. I slid my panties down half way and took a generous finger tip of Vaseline and inserted it into my rectum. I had never put anything in my rectum until now. I was nervous and shaking. I pulled the long enema tip up through the leg of the panties and slid it into my rear. It only went in a little bit. Then I pushed down on my rectum and slid the long tip in all the way. I thought that I was going to cum right then. I calmed down and got down on my knees with the tip all the way in and the panties pulled up. I released the clip and the warm water started to flow in to my rectum and bowels. I was cramping and yet ready to cum. I slowed the flow and regained my composure. I still had half a bag to go. I opened the clip again and finised the bag. I stood up. My belly was swollen and my penis was purple and engorged. I started to pull the enema tip out of my rectum and water began to leak into the panties. I had never done this by myself before and I was afraid that I was going to make a mess on the bathroom floor. I got into the shower not knowing what to do next, except I was leaking into the panties, my belly was aching, and I couldn't stop playing with my erection. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I pulled the panties to the side and started to release the contents of my bowels in the shower while I masturbated furiously. I had such a large orgasm! I was a mess! There was cum everywhere. I was finally done releasing the enema and cumming. I cleaned everything up and took a nap. But that was the day that I discovered how sexual and erotic an enema could be. Some 50 years later I still derive great sexual pleasure from an enema.

I grew up in the late 80s thru 90s, and didn't get enemas from my parents or as a child, but did have a preoccupation with butt stuff from a very early age - using crayons to simulate rectal thermometers, fingering myself, etc. I also had some pretty vivid doctor fantasies.

In my early 20s I was having digestive issues and got sent for a barium enema, which was not at all erotic at the time but rather painful and humiliating. Something about the experience stayed with me though and got subsumed into my fantasies. I began to seek out enema porn online, with a particular fondness for the strict doctor kind, and a few years after that started, I began cautiously buying my own equipment. I remember nervously giving myself my first bulb enema on the bathroom floor of my then-apartment. A few months later, I ordered a bag online. I especially loved, and still love, the feeling of intense vulnerability when the water crosses a certain boundary inside, forcing me to exhale.

When i was a child my mother was giving me enemas for constipation, cold or any reason.

She used a rubber bulb and she was very sweet. When I grew up i found it was very erotic for me and thinking of an enema was giving me a hard on. So when i was alone at home at lunch time, i was taking a good enema and had wonderful orgasm. The problem was that after i thought it was a wrong and that it was not normal but a few days later the envy was too strong and i could not resist. I never talked of this with my girlfriends. Many years later i'v got married and once in holiday i told her that i enjoyed enemas.

Whe bought a big bulb and all the afternoon during these holidays my wife was giving me an enema before making love.

I don't think I could really call it a discovery. More of a gradual realization. I located enema hardware while snooping around the house and read the included instructions. I can remember thinking how odd they seemed, but simple curiosity led me to insert just the nozzle. When that felt kind of nice I quickly moved on to trying to duplicate the full procedure on the instruction sheet. Once I got the hang of it there were a lot of repeat performances for no other reason than it felt good. Erections happened sometimes, but at that age, they were just a curiosity. It was a short time after developing my appreciation for a nice warm enema, that I began to read about and experience puberty. Enemas remained interesting and fun, and like most of my peers, I was pleasantly surprised when I first managed to generate an (dry) orgasm. After that experience, the association between enemas and orgasms just fell naturally in place, and by the time the first semen flowed, enemas had become a huge part of my newly developed erotic repertoire. Perhaps I would have had a "discovery" moment if enemas had been a common event in my youth, but I don't ever recall being administered one by either parent.

As much as I dreaded, and even hated, getting an enema from mom and/or grandma, when I figured out those sensations that triggered involuntary reactions (erection) which ultimately were so enjoyable, I was hooked. My self administrations beginning at age 6 were an effort to duplicate those sensations that caused an adrenaline rush and heavy breathing and a few years later...ejaculation. I had been enjoying what I've referred to as "dry orgasms" but that first ejaculation created some concern until I read up on them in some medical texts. Mom and dad never gave us the "birds and bees" discussions, but the medical texts laying around were quite educational.

While there may have been some guilt feelings early on, I certainly got over them with the realization that others may enjoy enemas and anal play. I did keep my enema use secret until I was confident that there were others who understood the attraction. Thanks goodness for those Vegas EFESTs ala Nurse Jade and a few other Enema Nurses and Friends.

I wasn't really impressed by the enemas I got until I got chronic diarrhea once each morning because of the antibiotics. Mom started giving me emollient potato starch enemas right after my loose stool in the morning. They wouldn't have had much impression on me had I been allowed to expel them soon after receiving them. But mom said that they were medicine and I had to retain them. That I didn't like but I didn't get breakfast unless I submitted to receiving them. I started getting an erection with every enema each morning for several weeks. My pyjamas hid that but I would masturbate afterwards. I hated that I was not allowed to expel them yet loved the feelings of the short children's bulb syringe nozzle entering my anus and touching a wonderfully sensitive spot inside while the hated warm thick liquid slowly entered my rectum first flowing through my anus. I felt violated yet enjoyed masturbating afterwards. I came to enjoy enemas even more when my oldest sister got a Higgenson syringe connected to a douche nozzle and started giving me large warm soapy or herbal enemas.

I have posted several times regarding my first experience with enemas, but since it is appropriate for this thread, I will recap how it all started for me.

I was a very sexual little boy well before puberty. I started masturbating probably around 9 or 10 and could quickly achieve orgasm but not ejaculate. So, I was always thinking about ways to do sexual things, and I do remember playing with my older brother and his friends who were 5 years older than me and they were talking objects to insert in their anuses. Given the sexual nature of the conversation, I was very much interested. I was probably around age 11 or so but it is hard to pin down my exact age.

Fast forward to age 13 and now fully into puberty and ejaculating. I was a snooper kid and liked to see what my parents might be hiding. My brother I and found my Dad's Trojans which were not very well hidden, but I was once again fascinated. One day I looked under my parents' sink vanity and found an enema kit. Closed top red latex bag where the hose screwed into the bottom of the bag and was filled from the bottom of the bag. It came with an anal nozzle and a douche nozzle. I was really drawn to the douche nozzle thinking what it would feel like to insert it into my ass. So, one day I had the house to myself during the summer school vacation months, and I decided to give it a try. I was so horny and turned on just preparing the enema. I do remember I gave myself the enemas in the bathtub. I seem to remember I turned on the shower and expelled into the tub letting the shower wash down my expels. I am sure I masturbated at some point.

I was totally hooked from that day forward. I have mentioned on other threads that I was and always have been anal erotic even before I ever heard the term. Enemas just happen to be my first experience in anal pleasure. As time marched on and into early my exploration of anal pleasure, it has included not just enemas and exotic nozzles but dozens of anal toys many of which I have posted in my gallery.

I too like many others growing up before the Internet thought I was very strange to have this strong sexual desire for enemas. It was my deepest darkest secret that I would never tell anyone about how enemas were such a turn on for me. As time went on and discovering this site many years ago, I realized this was a common fetish. Now there are more sites selling anal toys and enema equipment that seem to go on forever. So, we are not alone by any stretch and there really is not a hard and fast line these days as to what's normal. Everybody should find whatever works for themselves and enjoy it without feeling shame or be embarrassed. If you are with others (close friends or significant others) and the conversation turns towards sexual pleasure, don't be afraid to mention what unbelievable pleasure enemas can provide. Be confident and own it. Simply put they don't know what they are missing until they have tried it.