At what age did you start enjoying enemas?

I can’t put a specific age on it but it was early. My experiences were much like @Cheryl77177 in that all of the enemas mom gave me were at a minimum, comforting. I can’t ever remember getting an enema that I didn’t enjoy.

It’s hard for me to pinpoint exactly when I started “enjoying” enemas or identifying that enjoyment as sexual. I received them from a very young age. Though I don’t have a clear memory of many of them, I always tried to avoid getting one. Every night at bedtime I’d be asked if I’d had a BM that day and more than a couple days of “no” resulted in an enema. I also was a withholder in part because I didn’t want to come inside from play and partly because for lack of a better term, it felt good. Did that association of pleasure with having to “go” come from previous enemas? Maybe. This led to soiling, a diagnosis of encopresis and more enemas. I only recall receiving one M&M enema, but it produced the same good feeling of urgency that withholding did and launched a long search to recreate that strong urgency. I recall often opening the bathroom closet door simply to stare at the enema equipment which caused a thrill. Later when I was old enough to be home alone, I would often take bulb or bag enemas. The real revelation came in college when I found descriptions of people enjoying enemas in the Penthouse Forum section. That began to clarify to my that not only wasn’t I alone but what exactly my feelings toward enemas were. The rest is history as they say and I’ve enjoyed taking enemas ever since.

I know my sister started liking them around 11, as she always begged not to get them before that age.

Suddenly , for some reason she just stopped begging and would strip for her enemas without being asked.

Mom was a district nurse in the UK and gave her weekly enemas.

Mom would boil water in the kitchen and shave soap from a huge castile soap bar into the water, and it melted at once, but the whole house would smell of soap.

Prior to 11 this was her begging time as soon as she smelled the soap. after 11 she would run to her room after she expelled and masturbate.

My room was next to hers and she wasn't quiet.

I am two years older than her and saw every enema she got, if i was home at the time.

She asked my mom to let me stay and i always did.

@givesenemas2fems said,

I am two years older than her and saw every enema she got, if i was home at the time. She asked my mom to let me stay and i always did.

At home, for the most part, my siblings and I received enemas laying across our bed or the bathroom together. At our grandmothers, moms two younger sisters were responsible for our evening bath. And like at home, we received enemas together in grandma's large downstairs bathroom along with the two girls. Due to the closeness of age, they were more like siblings than aunts. So, not only did we receive enemas, but they did also as well.

It was my adopted sister who instructed me in this new world, I was a teenager and she 25 at the time. We have since had many enemas together. She was just as enthusiastic about Enemas as I become. We are still together when we need to enjoy each other's Enema in her apartment to this day.

I was teenager when my adopted sister made me to a true Enema lover . She was 25 and i was 18 back then . Its just sad i didnt find out earlier in life.

I love to shave completely clean first. Only hair on arms and legs. Lying in the bath and enjoying the heat and seeing the large Enema Bag hanging filled to the brim. Always have 2 Enema Bags ready. The first is at 2Q and the last is at 4Q.

It is my adopted sister who has given me this joy, I am an enema enthusiast to that extent. We both enjoy sharing this special pleasure that means so much to our common needs in this particular area. We have a very special friendship. The funny thing is that it was she who gave me this pleasure back in time.

Nothing can make me Horny as to see a Enema Bag. Read about Enema . To share my Enema needs with my Adopted sister even today.

In my mid teens. Initially I didn't like them, but started and continue to enjoy the process and the clean feeling afterwards. When people weren't home id sometimes get a chance to clean out.

I recall enjoying them when solo at approximately 13 or so but to want to sneak them myself guess must have enjoyed sensations earlier and wanted that experience solo and alone

I had received enemas since about 6 yo. But really didn't started feeling the arousal until around 12 or 13. that is when I think my parents started trying to see if they could arouse me it seems. they would spend more time with lubricating my anus. as I look back on it I know they were fingering me more and more and once I made any sounds of arousal they would proceed to insert the nozzle a few times and I remember it would be worked in and out..

Since we all, adults too, got enemas twice weekly, with the kids getting them together in Gram's big bathroom, I don't know that any of us saw perceptible arousals. However, sister Lisa and I came to enjoy our enemas, and began to sneak them together whenever we could. Since enemas cause males to become erect, Lisa got aroused when she gave them to me. As I got older, I was aroused by both getting and receiving, and so did Lisa. This happened as we reached our tweens. It also led to a relationship which was frowned upon by society. That lasted for our entire lives, until she passed a few years ago.

I was probably about 12 years old. I had read about enemas in the family health care encyclopedia and one day I found the classic red bag and accessories in a hidden closet in the attic. I was soon enjoying enemas when the house was empty.

I suppose I was about fifteen when I discovered what looked like the biggest douche bottle in the world upstairs in the bathroom nook at the lake cottage. Of course, I came gasping just inserting it. I did get pretty handy filling my rectum with it from a pan of really warm water nearby, but it seemed that there must be a way to go delightfully much further. Finding the complete bag enema syringe outfit under the towels at home, I took my first flowing enema, indeed quite small, at about age sixteen. I didn't cum nor masturbate with the first few of those, feeling that it must be sort of irreligious. Talk about a slow learner, I didn't take my first gallon enema until I was in my late twenties.

I suppose I was about fifteen when I discovered what looked like the biggest douche bottle in the world upstairs in the bathroom nook at the lake cottage. Of course, I came gasping just inserting it. I did get pretty handy filling my rectum with it from a pan of really warm water nearby, but it seemed that there must be a way to go delightfully much further. Finding the complete bag enema syringe outfit under the towels at home, I took my first flowing enema, indeed quite small, at about age sixteen. I didn't cum nor masturbate with the first few of those, feeling that it must be sort of irreligious. Talk about a slow learner, I didn't take my first gallon enema until I was in my late twenties.

When I was a little boy, 10-12 I would sneak the infant enema bulb from the medicine cabinet and stick it in my bottom when in bed at night. No idea what sex or masturbation was but it felt good. One nite while playing with myself, I had this extreme urge to urinate, I couldn't hold it off. It was my first orgasm, didn't know what it was, took a few years to figure it out. But since there wasn't any liquid in the syringe, did it really count as an enema? It wasn't until jr high school where I would sneak and enjoy enemas. Probably 13 years old.