Hi everyone, I am fairly new to the site and just wanted to introduce myself and provide a little background on how I came to love enemas (I really do).
I go by the name of elover123 on the site, but my real name is Frank. I am a 49 years young, fun loving male. My love for enemas began when I was very young. I think about 7 or 8 years old.
I had just had my tonsils out and I started having these strange cramps and felt funny all the time. Also, I kept smelling this strange smell (apparently from the ether). I had complained to my mom about it on numerous occasions. One day I got a response that I would have never expected and needless to say, I was really shocked. What I heard from my mom was like nothing I had ever heard before, “I think you probably need an ENEMA to get rid of the lingering effects of the anesthesia. Now, at that age I certainly had never had an enema, that I no of anyway, and somehow I knew I didn’t really want it. I don’t know how I even knew what it was, but somehow I did. I protested vigorously. I was really upset. I was able to stall for much of the day, but my mom finally said, in a very demanding way, “lets go upstairs and take care of your enema, you’ll feel much better afterwards.” What I wouldn’t give to hear those words now, but in those days I was not a happy camper. Next thing I know we were headed up the steps.
Some how I knew to ask if I needed to take off my clothes. My mom had me go in our front bedroom and remove all my clothes. I was instructed to come down the hall to the bathroom afterwards. I remember feeling really strange walking down the hallway with no clothes on. What I saw when I walked in the bathroom was quite a shock. My mom was standing at the basin. She had a sauce pan, a white enamel enema can with a dark red hose and a hard black nozzle attached, a glass jar, a jar of Vaseline, a ivory soap bar and a plush white towel. She motioned for me to come on into the bathroom, telling me not to be shy about being naked. She said she had seen me like that plenty of times before. Next thing I remember was her running water over the ivory soap and creating a soapy mixture in the sauce pan (I could smell the strong smell of the ivory). She filled both the enema can and the glass jar with the evil looking mixture (at least I thought it was back in those days anyway).
I remember asking her what I should do. She laid the towel out on a rug on the bathroom floor and told me to lie on my left side. I had a little difficulty with that, so she finally told me to lie on my stomach. Actually, I probably should have laid on my side (would have made for less cramping, but now I like the stomach position anyway). After she had filled both containers, she kneeled down behind me. I couldn’t help but notice that my mom looked really attractive that day. She had on this really tight top and this very business like skirt. Not sure why I mention that, but it did sort of add to the effect.
Next I heard the top on the Vaseline spin. I couldn’t help but watch her every move. She put her finger in the Vaseline and pulled out a big blob. I soon felt my hips part and felt the cool sensation of Vaseline in my anal area. That part of the process really felt kind of nice. Next she picked up the nozzle and lubricated it. She had me look at the lubricated nozzle in order to reassure me that it wouldn’t hurt. I was whining quit a bit I think. The hose attached to the can did not have a clamp. She picked up the can and started the flow. I kept looking back and saw the nozzle coming towards my nips. I felt the liquid hit my hips and she attempted to insert the nozzle. Apparently I resisted, because I remember her telling me that I needed to relax back there, so she could insert the nozzle. Soon the nozzle was inserted and I felt the flow of the liquid. I felt a burning sensation from the soap. I kept trying to fight the urge to leak the enema out and fight the cramps at the same time. My mom told me to stop leaking. She told me that I needed to take as much solution as possible in order to have the desired affect. The cramps became really intense. She just kept the enema going and going. I remember telling her that she was killing me at one point. Finally she stopped and let me go. I felt so incredibly full. Needless to say, I spent a great deal of time on the toilet.
Unfortunately, it never happened again, but I began to experiment with enemas on my own and have enjoyed them ever since. I often think about that first time and wish it could all happen again. I just wish I had someone to administer enemas like my mom did. What a wonderful experience.
Hope you enjoy reading about my first experience.