I have been obsessed with enemas virtually my entire life. I was born in 1950, and at that time in the U.S., enemas were very egosyntonic in the culture. My earliest pleasure in life was the feeling of an enema entering my bowels with such force it felt like I was peeing my pants, administered with a red rubber bulb syringe with a black nozzle while draped over my mother's knees. I also have a remote memory of being given an enema with my legs held in the air and a girl lying next to me who was also receiving an enema. Still, it was so many years ago, and I was so young. It was a fog, but I could show you the house and location where I believe it happened. At an early age, I started to self-administer. I am sure my mother knew I was self-administering and even caught me at one time when I was very young and made the statement, "You didn't even need that enema," and if I recall, I just smiled or something, and nothing more was said about the incident. Even though I was seldom constipated, my mother was always constipated and had hemorrhoids, so we had all sorts of anal salves, creams, suppositories, and syringes in our bathroom. We had the bulb syringe in the medicine cabinet, next to the rectal thermometer in a black case, and the big red bag hanging behind the bathroom door, so there was plenty to keep me busy in the bathroom. My mother took enemas and loved to talk about enemas, and I think she just figured I was gay since I had such a strong anal eroticism. Our family never discussed such things, so who knows what she thought. Regardless, I lived my entire life loving enemas and was afraid my secret pleasure would be discovered. However, regular sexual intercourse in my young child's fantasy when one is starting to take an interest in the opposite sex always involved me getting an enema. For instance, when I watched the Mickey Mouse Club and began to take notice of Annette, my fantasy with her always involved her giving me an enema. So basically, the only absolute sexual pleasure I have known in my life is receiving an enema, and it took me many years to come to that realization. All of the other sexual experiences I have had in my life take a back seat to the simple pleasure of taking a large-volume hot soap suds enema. I was also concerned, in my early childhood, that I was the only one in the world who liked enemas, constantly fearing that I would be found out. My mother also loved enemas but was so covert about anything it was hard to say what was going on in her mind. In my later years, Penthouse Letters started to publish enema-related material, and that was my first awareness that others also sexualized enemas.
At 74 years old, my entire life has revolved around my enema obsession. I am not looking for an enema partner and am content alone when I enter my world of administering my enemas with my childhood fantasies and scenarios running wild. I live alone and have plenty of time to engage in my enema activities, and I am, at this time, late in life, having the strongest orgasms I have ever had in my life, and they are getting better and better. I still spend much time each day thinking about enemas and planning the next one. I am on Zity nearly every day but do not visit other porn sites. I have decided this is my community and have been here many years.
I sincerely feel that most of those reading this post are enema-obsessed because they are on this website and reading this post. Let's face it: we are a distinct minority, and most of us are older, being the product of a different culture at a different time. I have become very comfortable with my sexuality, and despite everything, I would not change my sexuality for the world because it is who I am, and we are all unique beings in this world. Everyone that lands here is most likely here after doing exhaustive "enema" searches. I feel that most of us obsessive-compulsive klysmophiles from many, many countries have landed here because we realized pretty quickly that we had found a home with others who understand us. We treat one another more kindly than the treatment on the average fetish sites. How prevalent are enemas? The book "A Billion Wicked Thoughts" had "enemas" search results at sixty-seven.