My first enema

I'm no longer a virgin.

As a child my mother gave me enemas. It humiliated me. I watch enema porn, and masturbate to it. Today I finally bought a kit. I was wet by the time I walked to the checkout stand to pay for it. Wondering if the woman knows I'm excited. I was sooo aroused by the time I got home. I took off all my clothes. Wet with anticipation. Put a towel, and pillow on the bathroom floor. I got in all fours, ass in the air. I was so wet. Started rubbing my clit. Stopped. But the nozzle in my ass. Loved it. Started squeezing the bottle. The sensation entering me, sent me into a frenzy. I was holding the bottle, and squeezing with one hand, and rubbing my clit with the other. I had an explosive orgasm. Pulled out the nozzle, and laid there with my ass in the air, rubbing my clit again, waiting for the urge to expel. I now had a free hand. Had my dildo close by, so I fucked my cunt, and rubbed my clit again while I waited. I had another orgasm. Definitely going to do it again.

Welcome to the "CLUB" !!!!!!!

Thanks for sharing your first experience! ! Totally awesome !!

As the saying goes Carol it's NEVER too late to try something new. As you've evidently found out today, there are exciting things to do out here in our private times.

Also, welcome to Zity.biz - you'll likely have a grand time exploring the site and intermingling with a great bunch of varied people from around the globe.

Hang on and enjoy your ride!

What an amazing post! Thank you so much for sharing it! 😃

Welcome to zity biz the best site on the internet.. relax and enjoy

Hi, what a great post and congratulations for finally giving in and buying your enema kit. I have to admit, I felt your excitement and got very turned on reading about your first solo enema. It made me think about how hot it would be to lick and finger your wet pussy while you are receiving your enema and holding the water. The possibilities are endless. Feel free to message me here if you like online play as well. Thanks for sharing your experience ;-)

Welcome! Glad to hear your experience went so well.

Great story! thank you for sharing .will be waiting on the update !

I have been fascinated by enemas for as long as I can remember. I've been through so many enema kits; but now, I finally bought an enema shower attachment. Oh, the simplicity with which I can lay back in a tub of warm water, insert the 10 inch nozzle, open the valve, and - yes... That wondrous pleasure of warm water caressing over and around my prostate makes me wonder why it took me so long to buy the attachment. Bathtub masturbation is so perfect when receiving a self administered enema. The long flexible nozzle ensures that the enema flow goes deep into the colon and allows for more water to enter before the need to expel becomes to great.

Great Story !

My first from my mom was traumatic. She gave it to me and made me hold it. Eventually I learned to lean forward with my thighs tightly squeezed together. One day I shuddered and had my first orgasm.

Since that time I've enjoyed sneaking them and enjoying the same orgasmic response. Still get off solo with a 4 qt enema.

Has anyone ever had an air enema? What does it feel like? Just wondering....Dangerous?

Awesome post Cmorcarol! You are like the female version of me,it's so erotic to find others that get this

In answer to acer3186 (sic?) re: air enemas: When I had several sigmoidoscopies air was forced into me to facilitate visualization of the colon. It hurt. i don't know how you would actually have an "air enema" in the sense of getting air into you except by forcing it in. I would suggest only attempting it with manual equipment so you can control the flow of air into your colon. If you have an electrical device it might shoot too much air in too fast and the consequences would not always be predictable. The colon is not expandable like a rubber balloon and damage could be extensive and immediately catastrophic which is not a desirable option. Have fun and pleasure, but always tempered with caution!! In the meantime, enjoy your usual enemas!!

Actually there are devices for injecting Carbon Dioxide into the colon. the E-Z-EM ProtoCO2L® device is used for virtual colonoscopies. The colon needs to be inflated in order for the CT scanner to produce an image of the colon lining. CO2 is preferred to air because it is more soluble in liquids, so excess CO2 left after the examination and not otherwise expelled is simply dissolved away.

To protect the patient it has not one, but two over pressure limiting devices. The electronic one is supposed to stop inflating at about 1psi (roughly equivalent to an enema bag 2 feet above you), and a mechanical one set for 2 psi (roughly 4 feet above you), the mechanical one actually opens a valve to release any pressure in excess of 2psi should the electronic limit fail somehow. Given the high cost of medical equipment liability law suits, it is no surprise that two independent systems are used to insure patient safety.

I must be an anomaly because I developed an enema fetish from see and hearing enemas not form receiving them. I enjoy looking at various types of enema equipment and in most of my fantasies I am an observer. I do not even own an enema. It seems every one on Zity wants to give or get. I feel a little left out...LOL!

Mathew,

The two regulator system is typical in every other very low pressure gas application, as well. Typically, it sends two psi for the delivery regulator to work with. If there is a third safety regulator, that would be interesting to know.

Lovely! Very well written account!

My mother began my enema's at age seven. I received them every Friday evening. My mother would always remove her dress before having me lie across her lap. I remember how exciting it was for me to feel her nylon slip against my little penis. As I approached puberty I remember how embarassing it was for me, becausse at that time, eleven/twelve I was beginning to have erections. As mother gengtley inserted the nozzle into me, I found myself pushing myself down on her slip, and sometimes I would feel my erection slip between her legs.

The first enema I remember getting was when I was about 4. I can recall my sister getting one -- as I watched mom slipping the tip of the bulb syringe up Laura's bottom. She was crying; mainly I think because mom allowed me to watch the process at close range. I was hooked!

It's entirely possible that I had received enemas before that (Laura was probably 5 or 6 when I saw the rectal tube inserted in her anus.) But I don't honestly remember getting or seeing one in progress.

We had moved from one farm place too another the year before I started school. It was a cold day; there was snow on the ground and I was upstairs in the bathroom trying to force a big turd out of my small bottom. I decided I needed to tell mom about the problem, stood up, pulled up my pajama pants and underwear and headed downstairs. Mom was talking to dad at the foot of the stairs. They stopped their conversation and said good morning. Mom looked at me quizzically--somehow she knew I wanted something.

"Mom, there's one up there but it won't come out," I told her. Somehow I knew what she would suggest.

"How about an enema?" mom asked.

"No-o-o-..." I said while squirming around a little and putting my hands over my bottom.

"Yes--you go on upstairs to your bedroom and I'll be up in a few minutes.

Dad got an extraordinary expression on his face---communicating that he was happy he was not in line for rectal visitation. He didn't say anything and went outside to work. I, meanwhile, obediently climbed the steep stairway and entered my room. It was cold in there, the bed was as yet unmade, clothes were sorted in piles for washing later in the day. I was starting to be both nervous and excited. After having seen Laura get her enema, I had taken to surreptitiously inserting things in my butt, in order to find out what Laura may have felt when she was getting hers. Now I was about to get the real thing. Looking back, that was the beginning of my sexual feelings about enemas and nearly all things rectal.

Mom's footsteps could be heard as she mounted the stairs and walked to the bathroom. I knew she kept the little red and black enema syringe in the drawer of a small white cabinet. My anticipation became more intense as I heard the drawer pulled open, pushed shut followed by running water as she filled the glass we kept in the bathroom for brushing teeth (yeah, it doesn't sound the most sanitary to me, either, but that's the way things worked at our house.)

My mother crossed the hall and came into my room. She was holding the glass, the enema bulb sticking up from the top of the plastic cup. It probably held 4 to 6 ounces, much like my sister had received when I watcher her treatment probably a year before. She didn't bring a towel with her. I was to learn over the years that she never did that and one wonders what she would have done if I had leaked enema water on the bed.

"OK," mom said, "pull down your pajamas and your underwear. Then curl up in a ball on your bed." Resistance was futile, but yet I was anxious to have the enema stuck up my butt. I let my flannel jams hit the floor, pulled my underwear down and climbed up on the bed as instructed, offering my small bottom to mom's ministrations.

She set the glass and enema syringe on the floor and I heard the bubbles as she squeezed the bulb and released it to fill. She put her hand on my right butt cheek, pulled it up and slipped the enema tube into my rectum. I felt the water enter me, it seemed cold--colder than the room. I glanced over my bare hip to see mom's face while she gave that bulb full. She seemed focused on her task at hand and one could surmise she found the process agreeable, even enjoyable.

The process of filling the bulb, spreading my cheeks and inserting the enema tip in my anus continued a few more times until the glass was empty.

"You can go to the bathroom now," she told me. There was no need to urge me to hurry, though I don't remember if I paused long enough to pull up my pants. I plopped down on the toilet. Water started pouring out of my butthole, then solid stool, then more water and finally a big turd. Mom inspected the results and decided I didn't need more treatment. That, I thought, was a shame. Little did I know the urges planted when I got my first enema would grow and persist for a lot of years.

I remember my first one. I was 4 or 5 complained about a tummy ache. Had no idea that would bring on an enema. Both mother and grandmother administer with a 4 oz red rubber bulb. They filled with with soapy water and gave me several injections and then waited until it made me go. I don't think I every complained about a tummy ache again.

Later in life like 9 or 10yo, my sister and I would put on our swim suits and spray each other with the water hose to cool off in the summer. On one occasion we found that if you hold the hose to the bottom of swim suit just opposite your butt, water would enter. It did not take long before we had to run to the bathroom in the house. We repeated that a few time just because it was something new and different. I don't recall doing that but just that one summer in the late 1950's

My RN mom gave me very few, probably only 2-3, during childhood around age 8-10 I'd guess. And I only very vaguely remember those, but I didn't mind them at all. My first ones I gave myself were much later around age 14-15 after seeing mom's amber real rubber enema/douche bag hanging in her bathroom forever. And right after having my first orgasm in the tub one night during a bath at age 15 in 9th grade. The rest is history. And I'm 65 now, still going strong.

Eric