Creating an enema lover

I have. A girl from college. 15 years later she came to visit. We became lovers and I introduced her to erotic enemas and anal sex. She was an instant convert. Twenty-five years later, I still fantasize about those times and recently found out she does too. She still enjoys enemas but uses a toy for anal activities.

I have had the pleasure of introducing the pleasures of anal stimulation and enemas to a complete "anal virgin". Early on in our relationship I told her of my enjoyment of enemas."You got to be kidding!!!!" was her response. I asked if she ever had one, "No, never!!!" (She is 40, missed the golden age). Well how can you know if you haven't tried? She agreed to try "sometime in the future". Unbenounced to her, the future would be our next meeting.

The 2nd time I touched her rectum [the first she said, "Not there, I don't like that"] was to lubricate her rectum for insertion of the colon tube. I proceeded to give a 104 degree enema, just a guart the first time. She took it very well, amazingly well and held it without coaching for 10 minutes. After she released, she returned to the room and said "that wasn't too bad. I would do it again if you wanted." "Well young lady," I said, "I am going to make you into my anal slut." " I don't think so", was her retort.

i am happy to report she was wrong, into our 5th year of playing, 100's of enemas between us and her continuing craving for anal play, she is my anal slut.

I was the one who found out I love enemas - I'd like to convert a couple of people, but the taboo on the subject of enemas is off the chart crazy. I think if my friends - or family, ever found out about my 'other' life I'm enjoying, they'd be a helluva lot more shocked about me doing and liking enemas, than they would about me getting it on with another woman, or that I like it in my ass.

I can tell how I was lured in to it by a friend; I had enemas as a kid, but; seldom and not erotic. My roommate in college used them and convinced me to let her give me one. She was so gentle and made it so pleasurable that I often asked for one even if I really didn't need it. Eventually she introduced erotic elements and I was hooked.

I think one of the key factors to being at least being open to trying enemas is not having too much negative baggage regarding the embarrassment / private nature of having BMs. This negativity might go all the way back to early childhood and the experiences of how parents and siblings talked about or referred to BMs so as to make it an embarrassing bodily function.

Fast forward to being in a relationship where one wants to introduce the other to enemas and all the negative thoughts come to mind. It was mentioned earlier that for some, you don't have to learn to like enemas rather you have unlearn your past negative experiences. Then the next step is to be comfortable and trusting of the person giving you the enema. Once you achieve that state of mind, then I think the person can focus on the physical erotic sensations surrounding the entire enema experience.

I gave enemas to many virgins. After many years, some of them confessed that only practiced it with me.

It's difficult to find a e-mate, it's easier create them.

Just be kind and gentle .

After no.

😉

Yeah my last Bf and he told me it was sick and I was sick for liking things like that then he dumped me.

Yeah my last Bf and he told me it was sick and I was sick for liking things like that then he dumped me.

I know, it can be tough being a perv. 😁

Yeah it is Susie at least I"m ok with what I choose.

^^^^ I think most of us here are ok with their lot in life being a perv.

It's OK and we have a lot more fun than "normal" vanilla people.

Thats true Susie we have a lot more fun. HA HA HA

Being here, on Zity, is so great as we know that we share our sexual interests with so many people. So, what that should tell us is, we aren't as big of "pervs" as we thought :-) I have become to believe that we are very normal with our interests, and definitely not alone :-) Thanks to all of you here, I am able to reverse all the thinking I grew up with. I grew up in a very "old-school" type of thought, along with very strict religious beliefs. It was a sin to just masturbate, which is proven to be very normal. I am so glad I do-not have to think in that direction any longer, with all the guilt feelings. I can toally accept that I hae sexual interests that are very normal with millions out there :-)

Believe an "enema virgin" can be converted to a believer but the circumstances must involve a lot of "trust" in the person suggesting this activity and in some cases it takes time and can't be rushed! As for the innate idea, I think child hood experiences do come into play with the perceptions and recollections of these activities. I also know from experience there are some folk that have absolutely "no interest" in the experience and will never be converted or allow themselves to engage in any similar activities. These folks normally don't or won't think "outside the box"!

Yeah... that would be nice!

My wife enjoys giving them to me (and believe me, I LOVE getting them!), but she absolutely hates them. She let me try ONCE in a hotel/anniversary/sex charged environment and DID NOT like them. At least she still gives them to me, but the issue of her receiving them is dead! When she is particularly horny I can get a thermometer up her ass, but I don't ever try for more.

Good luck to anyone trying...

Flalovin

I have entertained one lady that simply was bored with life and asked if I had any ideas. Explaining the failures and disappointments in life casually as if taking a pee. Not thinking there was anything on the horizon, she was caught with wonder as I explained the ins and outs of a simple enema that comforts and restores normalcy.

The next week, she sought me out, and asked me, as if she had come up with the idea, if I might want to try an enema just to see how it might work out. I realized she was searching and cautiously suggested a date for planning. I believed she was ready, but wanted her to really want it. We were not socially involved, but had one mutual friend. As we headed back to work after a sanwich, she sought to touch my hand. I lingered so that our friendship could be better established without really holding on. We both knew it was getting critical and something was going to happen. Letting another week go by we met for lunch again, for the purpose of really setting down tracks.

She explained the frustrations of life again and also of her apprehension to getting intimate. I took a solid position for her so as to lend confidence, though I was as scared as she was. I suggested we plan to keep it as therapeutic as possible and try to keep it light. I told her of a room we could rent and asked for half the cost right then. She flinched, but easily dug it out of her purse and took my hand as she gave the money into mine. Kind of like, please don't stand me up.

The time was set for 6:AM the following Saturday morning. I went that evening and made the reservation for the room. I called her at 10😜M Friday night to make sure she would set her clock to make the little trip for OUR meet up. That morning I already had the key, and we met in the parking lot, enjoying the cool crisp air. I asked her if she had brought anything to look at or talk over that might be interesting. She didn't and was hoping I would just sort of lead the way for her. I asked her if she brought a hand mirror, like for getting ready to go out afterward. "Oh, OK!" and she brought in sort of an over-night bag. Once inside the door, she locked it and slid the keeper. She turned, and I took her into me and held her tightly, rubbing the base of her spine vigorously. When I released her she kissed my neck, cautiously. I asked to see her mirror, and pried visually to see what else might be in there. Sure enough she had brought a fold-able douche kit. "Oh please" i asked, "I think using your douche kit will be most comfortable for you." Gingerly she lifted it up out of her bag, with the pipe and hose neatly rolled & tucked inside. I took it from her hand and admired its design and color. I explained how the fine holes in her douche pipe were going to comfort her insides and set her at rest as soon as she sensed the flow. We worked together finding a way to hang it near the bed. Then went on to filling it together. She paraded it back to its hanging place and I remarked how heavy it was, as she was fixing it up. She stared at it, not giving me a clue to what might be on her suffering mind. I massaged her back up around her neck and shoulders and asked if she needed more time to get ready. She wanted me to hold her again, and I realized she was nervous. This time I simply held her firmly and solidly till I felt her droop, just a little. I asked if I might undress her and she answered, "Yes, please." very softly.

I had put soda and fairly hot water into her bag, knowing it would be a while before we actually got into it. So, I took off my shirt first. Then started with her warm sweat pants. As she stood with her upper clothes on and panties, I brought towels from the bath room and laid them double onto the bed for her. As soon as she saw her nest was made she went to it and looked into my eyes with confidant anticipation. She watched as I ceremoniously greased her nozzle. I held it high, opened the clicker and brought the nozzle down gently till it sprayed onto the floor before her eyes. "If you are ready, take off your panties and roll to your left side." I said, reaching for her hand mirror. Behind me was a large mirror and dresser. I gave her the mirror and asked her to watch. "NO, please." she replied and took the mirror and laid it on the bed. "Kiss me again, and comfort me some more." she demanded. I gave her the nozzle to hold and laid my shirt and her pants across her bare legs. I got another gob of grease on my right middle finger and began kissing her neck while lifting her shirt tail up a little. Massaging the base of her back, I began to descend to her waiting, needy, and urgent anticipation. Finding her dip and searching its circumference till i felt her keeping time with me, I let my caress dip into her behind, just so slightly. And kissing her fat cheeks I let it penetrate even more. Leaving it in her without movement, I felt her tasting my presents. As she started rocking side to side, I went in deeper and thoroughly prepared her to receive even more. As I eased my finger from her, she sucked hard as if to prevent its leaving. I retrieved the nozzle from her grip and again invited her to watch in the mirror if she wanted. But she simply lay there and lightly moaned. I asked her to pick up her right cheek, so I could see to guide her nozzle in just right. I rotated the fluted end onto her fine little pucker, just before I pressed it into her. She breathed deeply with sound and held her breath briefly and without notice I let her hear the clamp's release as it began to comfort her worries. I brought another towel, the one that lays on the side of the tub, and lay it across her sweet cheeks and cute fixture leading back to her bag full. I stopped the flow, letting her hear the clicks from the clamp. I asked if she would like me to undo her brazier, so she could rest a little better. "Yes please, how are we doing?" she inquired. While rubbing her back and undoing her clasp, I secretly let the flow begin again, without answering. She responded with audible satisfaction and I answered, "Very Well, Then!" She was expecting I would play with her sweet titties, but I reached around and massaged her filling tummy, so as to keep focus on what was really going on. SHE was getting a wonderful enema!

Izard, nice story. I hope it can continue for you both.

Just gave my girlfriend her weekly enema last night. Two 2 qt fillings, 1 with lemon juice and a plain water rinse.

it took me a long time to get her to try enemas but, niw she will come to me and tell me that " she needs to be serviced" and then i go break out the bag and take care of business.

It was actually kind of funny how it finally happened, she was being really short and cranky with all of us one day, I finally had enough and made her tell me what the issue was, she told me she was constipated and didnt feel well because of it. When I heard that I told her that was no excuse to act the way she was acting and that if it happened again that I would make sure that her constipation was taken care of. Her attitude improved dramatically!

A few days later just to drive the point home I bought a brand new enema kit from the drug store and put it in the bathroom cabinet right infront of her hair care stuff, where I new she would see it, and a couple weeks later she came to me with her hand on her stomach and told me she was ready to try an enema.The rest as they say, "Is history"

She loves having toys or my fingers in her ass and hss incredibly strong orgasms from anal sex, she finds enemas somewhat plessurable but not particularly erotic or sexy.

Skweezer, WELL DONE!!

I think we all would like to find an enema virgin that can't get enough of them once you talk her (or him) into it. But, from my experience and other comments posted here, the odds of that happening are low. It can happen, but don't count on it.

I have recently found an emate (former enema virgin) and have had the pleasure of seeing in myself a very enjoyable transition from (primarily) an enema taker to giver. I assist in preparing her enema, lube etc, relaxation and will generally masturbate / edge myself while enjoying the lovely view and sounds as she goes thru the process of filling and expelling until clean. By then she is usually quite relaxed and will occasionally allow me to ass fuck her. If she is not in the mood , I quit edging and give her relief with my fingers and tongue, playing with and eating her now clean ass while rubbing her clit. Fantastic!

Post 42 'hi Sue' and all!!,

'Love the part about not being "Normal" and or "Vanilla!!!" As I recall, from the Off Broadway Play, "The Fantastics" Luisa, the leading lady had a line......."Please God Please, Don't let me be 'Normal!!!!!!'"

With a "Click!!!!!!!!,"

highwater

It is definately possible. Before I began dating my husband i had never experienced enemas before. I think what made it easier is that he allowed me fo form my own opinion. I never felt pressured either way. My advice is to start out slow with gentile recipes. Maybe even plain water.