Are enemas an acquired taste?

Sometimes I think I am just flat out nuts for loving enemas. Other times I think wow how lucky am I to love these things. So I wonder, if we ever had a say in this or is it just in our genes. I was never given an enema as a child by my mom but when I found out what an enema was even before I did one I knew straight away this was for me and I knew I would love it.

I guess here is the Question for you all: Did you have to learn to love it, acquire a taste for it or were you like me. You just knew and there was no question about it.

Why NOT take an enema?

In an hour it will be over and you will feel better

I must confess that although I've loved enemas all my life, it's still somewhat of a mystery as to why I love them so much. If you read my profile, you'll see how I was first introduced to them so, perhaps I'm just trying to re-live that memory. I don't honestly know. In fact, sometimes I still feel guilty about how I view enemas.

I'm not open enough with people to ask their opinion one to one but I'd really love to know what some of you think about this. I don't honestly know.

I believe that one can be predisposed from birth and discover it casually during life; or, as in my case, make a virtue of necessity.

The lower genatlia on both women and men are full of nerve endings and are easily stimulated physically. That coupled with the physiological aspects, in my opinion make the enemas appealing. We are brought up to believe that anything that has to do with the anal area is dirty and you should not feel any pleasure from anything that has to do with it. It is also a very intimate part of your body (you cannot even see it yourself without the use of a mirror) and to give that up to another person (the giver) is also a powerful exchange. To me there is nothing wrong with receiving pleasure from that area of the body and it is part of the natural digestive system in the body. So Enjoy :-)

The lower genatlia on both women and men are full of nerve endings and are easily stimulated physically. That coupled with the physiological aspects, in my opinion make the enemas appealing.

Especially when you are young enough to not really know why they are pleasurable. It is my opinion that stimulating this area during certain developmental phases affects you for life. I know it did for me.

This is an age old question and far as I know, no definitive answer from the people who would investigate such things. I come from the world of BDSM and we have had many discussions, shared our personal journeys, and there tends to be a pattern of sorts. Based on what I have learned over the years and this is my conclusion, it is both a combination of nature and nurture. There are many variables involved and everyone has a story of how they got there, I don't buy this that one day the light bulb turned on like a light switch. There is a progression if one takes the time to look back through there own personal history of development. So some 20 years ago I came up with this quote, "Dominants and submissives are born, but as with most things they must be nurtured so that they can blossom and mature." I believe this also applies to most of what we do on this site. I may be a bit odd, but I like to hear the journeys as there is always something to learn.

For those who may be wondering, I have been able to trace my beginnings back to my single digits, as far back as 4-5 years old, the signs were all there, just didn't know where it would lead til later in life.

If you love something as personal and deeply consuming as an enema, I don't believe I need to wonder why. I know I love it and that's all I need know. You don't need know why you love ice cream. You enjoy it without inhibitions nor guilt.

Enemas.... I fell in love with taking them from the very first one my Mother gave me. As to why? I don't know! But, the feeling I felt as the warm, soapy water invaded my rectum sent pleasure radiating throughout my body... I told my Mom and she thought I was absolutely crazy to enjoy taking enemas. But, enemas did send pleasure way up into me.

There are so many paths to enemas- physical and psychological. I have read so many posts of Zity.biz members recalling early childhood experiences with enemas that seem to light a spark that fueled a fire for enemas for a lifetime.

As far as enemas as an "acquired taste," I would say no.

I think there are physical and psychological factors that are in place that allow enemas to be found as pleasurable once they start or are given. With all the nerve endings in the anus, the physical sensations produce erotic sensations. Psychologically I think we associate an early experience with enemas as positive and that carries forward throughout life or remains latent until enemas are given later in adulthood.

It is kind of a perfect storm- a combination of physical and psychological factors coming together. If you are a late comer to enemas, I would suspect you still have some positive factors in place before you got your first enema that made the experience a positive experience.

I would imagine us klismos are a small subset of the general population simply because most people don't have all the stars lineup for liking enemas. But that's ok. I have been enjoying enemas for 50 plus years and the stars did lineup for me.

I too am often conflicted in how I feel about enemas and NEVER had them as a child. I guess that makes me one of those weird adult converts! I would count myself I the "learn to love it" camp and still working on the LOVE part of it a bit. Enemas are just too embarrassing to really LOVE at this point still for me. When I turn on my amateur psychologist mode, I know I was drawn into it partly because I had heard that the anus is very sensative and partly because I am a generally submissive sort who sincerely wants to please someone who wants to give me an enema. I do best with a male giver who is only interested in giving and not receiving mutually. He is interesting to me as a person on many levels beyond enema level and he knows how to encourage me without putting on some macho pure dom sort of personality. I'm too smart and too strong of a girl to fall for any guy interested only in satisfying himself by using me.

Good post @anng . Well put.

I’d say so. I discovered my desire for anal play at the age of 12 which led me to discover my interest in enemas. The first time I tried an enema it was instantaneous satisfaction. I’ve loved them ever since. It’s hard to explain to someone who has never tried. The old saying “don’t knock til you try it” definitely applies here

Whether enemas are an acquired taste, or we are born with some sort of gene will probably never be answered. There are too many variables.

Some people, like me, who received enemas as children like them. Some who got them have nothing but contempt and will do whatever is necessary to avoid another one. And confusing the issue are those (like I was as a child) that secretly like them but would never admit that to their friends. Can statistics weed out the liars?

You read stories here from those who did not grow up with enemas but at some point in their life get one and it seems to flip a switch. That points to something other than acquired taste.

And there are people who will give or even receive enemas to please their partner, but do not like it themselves. That also seems to go counter to acquired taste. I don't think there is an answer to this question.

My sub never had an enema growing up. He first read about them in a porn magazine. He tried them and enjoyed them, alot. He can't say exactly why they flip his buttons in such a pleasurable way, they just do. Which is a good thing.

For me it is the opposite. I can't find the pleasure in taking enemas. They do nothing to add pleasure to the experience for me. But I'll gladly give all my enemas to my sub.

I don't know about "an acquired taste" but for me enemas are something that went from NO! I hate it!, to "Hmmm OK I can tolerate this apart from the embarrassment", to "This ain't so bad as long as I _______". I think it's as much in how you progressed with enemas so to speak and how you reacted to them that make you like, or dislike them, want or avoid them. I guess I'm now in the category of "want and like" under the right circumstances,

In some ways this is the which came first dynamic: the chicken or the egg?

I cannot go back in memory to the beginning of when my first enema occurred (in fact, until my early teens I did not know that there was a word, enema, for the process of sticking a curved nozzle in my ass that was attached by a hose to a two quart bag full of warm water and then releasing the clamp on the hose to allow it to fill my belly with as much as I could hold). It wasn't until my dad made some sort of comment about a particular east coast city ("if the world was given an enema, they'd start with....") that my first awareness of the word had me look up the word in a dictionary. In the moment of reading the definition, what I had been giving myself had a name.

If my mom was still alive, I would ask her about the details of when, why, and how often, etc. I have strong flashes of memories of certain aspects of being given enemas by my mom and they are all very pleasant memories. I've written of certain strong memories from what I think was the age of four or five. But what was most striking was, as a pre-teen and through my teenage years, I never gave myself any enemas that were anything other than water. But the first time I ever gave myself an enema using Ivory soap, I was immediately swept back in time to memories of soapy enemas...some long-lost memory that I didn't have access to until the smell of warm, soapy water and a warm rubber bag triggered something deep within my memory about the enemas given by my mom being soapy ones.

I also know that those days of being given enemas by my mom came to an end by the age of seven when my mom and dad separated and then divorced. It wasn't until about four years later that I "rediscovered" enemas, even though I didn't know what they were.

That leads to another awareness that I've always had: I have always been anally fascinated in that I physically enjoy(ed) being anally stimulated and exploring that pleasurable sensation with others (e.g., as a young child I liked playing with and being played with by other little girls my same age. That got me into some trouble as a youngster even though I might not clearly have understood why I shouldn't be sticking my finger into some girl's ass or have her stick hers in mine. It felt good and that was what I remember. I also remember being told that I shouldn't be doing that).

So, did enemas as a young child set up my anal sensitivity or was it already there and enemas just enhanced and reinforced that? I don't know. All I know is that I like them even though lots of others are not nearly so stimulated by anal play.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

I'm going to say yes, it is an "acquired a taste". With me I never received an enemas until I was in my late teens. The first one was a shock to my systems. The more enemas I have taken over the years, the more I've gotten use to them. My guess is that if you were given enemas growing up you never experienced this. Just like anything else with the body, you get accustom to it. I'm sure this is how some people can take very large enemas, without harming themselves.

I would say yes. While the anal stimulation part can be pleasant and enjoyable, for most people it is likely that the feelings accompanying the filling (urgency and cramps, but also the surge of the fill) will be at best 'odd' at first because the closest people get to them is when you're gassy or have diarrhea.

Now when you're constipated all of the odd feelings lead to the pleasant part of much wanted relief, but even then it took me a bit to really get to where it was sexually enjoyable.

Coming to enemas as a teenager at the advice of one of my girlfriends who used them to relieve the "monthly cramps" I didn't really know what to expect. I had already discovered that I was anally erotic, but had never taken the leap into enemas and how they could enhance those feelings.

My first enema, self administered, was a case of trial and error. Being a novice, I didn't get the air out of the hose, and perhaps I had the water just a little too warm. It wasn't hot by any means, but somewhat hotter than the enemas I take now. Nonetheless despite the mistakes, I actually enjoyed the sensations that came with the enema. They were feelings I had never really experienced before and nothing occurred that made me want to hang up the bag for good.

After talking with my girlfriend who used them frequently I refined my technique and discovered that they satisfied my anal cravings and intensified those feelings in my special spot that were especially pleasurable. From that time to the present, I have found enemas to be a pleasant way to relax, get cleansed and enjoy a little extracurricular fun!

All that said, I would say that my enema experiences when taken in total, have been an acquired taste that has only been made more discerning with time!

Have fun and play safe!

Deb

An acquired taste / hmmmmmm me thinks maybe some are "overfilling" if they are "acquiring" a taste. :-)

Sorry folks I just couldn't resist! (remember I have a t-shirt that says "Smart Ass Spoken Here")

I can only say that if it is an acquired taste (which I highly doubt), it only took me one enema to acquire a definite taste for enemas that started probably around 6 years old for me. More recently, I have found there is nothing more relaxing than taking a fairly large volume enema while soaking in the bathtub filled with hot water. I have easily held larger than normal enemas (as much as a little over 3 quarts) for over a half an hour. This is about 1 quart over my normal size enema. I do not think I could hold even two quarts that long without soaking in the tub. I soak with the enema tube up inside me during my holding time. The only drawback, is that you better make sure you can make a fast dash to the commode once you decide it is time. The passing of nasty waste is so easy with little if any effort. And to answer a possible question, I have never dirtied the tub but do wash it out thoroughly as a precaution just in case there was the slightest bit of leakage not visible to the naked eye. Denise

Unlike smelly Bleu cheese which is definitely an acquired taste for many people and was for myself, enemas can be immediately enjoyed if a person has an interest in trying an enema on their own.

If they have one imposed on them like I did to my boyfriend in college (it was an ultimatum/enema rape), they might like it right off the bat or LEARN to like it if they are given other concurrent stimulation like blow jobs or masturbation.

I think I was born with my attraction to enemas

So, maybe you could say it was "acquired" at conception

I have also this incredible love for enemas......always enemas,sex in normal way I dont like anymore,there is so much magic excitement even just the thought of an enema....but a real enema......my god ,so much heaven

It was an acquired taste for me. Like many that grew up back in the fifties when enemas were common, our house was no different. The humiliation, embarrassment, nakedness, discomfort, cramps, uncontrollable expulsions, along with the invasion of my most private area was an activity I dreaded. But mom persisted, and no fussing, screaming or crying would deter her. All she had to say was "do I need to get the belt?" and I would begrudgingly comply. I hated those enemas, but learned early on that it would be a regular occurrence, not only for me, but for all in our house.

Then sometime around 7 or so the fussing tapered off and I would listen to mom explain in detail why I needed the enema and how good it feels to be cleaned out. She relaxed me with her soft-spoken enema talk and I learned that by relaxing and not fighting it I could take the enema with a minimum of discomfort, although it seemed mom always gave me just a little too much. Earning her praise for taking a good enema became my goal. Then one day while mom was filling me, the enema triggered a dry orgasm. Quite a memorable event that became the hook for me. And later down the road when I discovered the enhanced effect on my orgasms during those teen year enema/masturbation games, I knew I was really hooked. So I wasn't born with it, but I sure acquired it.

Since I got enemas from Mom from my earliest memories, and never seemed to mind getting them, I tend to think it is a predisposition. Also, my mom, aunt (her sister) and grandmother are all klismos, so maybe it's in our genes.

I have been anal erotic as far back as I can remember, as was my brother and sister. Growing up in the late 40’s and 50’s, we got rectal temperatures and enemas from time to time. The rectal temperatures stop around age 10, however the enemas continued. The following is what I recall of our getting enemas.

The first time I recall receiving an enema, I was 5 and my brother 4, mom told me to go play by myself, because she had to give my brother an enema. I told her, I wanted an enema too, because what one got, the other wanted as well, not really knowing what I was asking for. If my brother was getting one, I wanted one too, so she put two towels on my bed and had each of us lay across the bed nude, on a towel, with our feet hanging halfway to the floor. Then she put a rolled up towel under our waist to push our bare bottoms up in the air. Next, she put Vaseline on her index finger, inserted it into our anus as far as she could, to lubricate our rectums before we received our enema. This quickly became my favorite part of getting an enema, because mom would twist her finger back and forth an in and out, all at the same time, and boy, did that ever feel good. Judging from the sounds my brother and sister made when mom lubricant their anus, they liked it ever bit as much as I did. After she removed her finger, she inserted the black baseball bat enema nozzle and started the warm soapy water flowing. Best I recall, we each got a quart of warm soapy water given real slow, over 5 to 10 minutes, to help keep the cramps to a minimum. The first to receive an enema, had to stay on the bed and hold it, while the other one received his enema. She allowed the first, to receive an enema, go to the toilet when the second was full and the enema bag empty. Mom waited with the second in the bedroom, while the hold time of 5 to 10 minutes expired. Then she brought the empty enema bag and the second, to receive an enema, to the bathroom. While waiting for the second to finish using the toilet, she washed out and refilled the enema bag with warm salt water for our rinse enemas. Then, it was back to the bedroom and face down across the bed again, for our rinse enema, which was a repeat of the soapy enema without having a hold time of 5 to 10 minutes.

When our sister reached age 4 or 5, mom started giving her enemas alongside my brother and I. This was do in part to mom’s attitude, “if I’m doing one, I might as well do all three”, and in part to our house only having two bedrooms. We three kids shared a bedroom until I was 16, when the family moved into a three bedroom house and our sister got her own room. By the time our sister got her own room, nudity wasn’t an issue between us, having come up sharing a bedroom and receiving enemas laying across a bed together. When our sister joined us, mom got a three quart pumpkin enema bag, like our grandmothers, so she could do all three of us with one fill of the bag. This became the routine way mom gave us enemas, if one needed an enema, all three received one.

With my brother, sister, and I all being anal erotic, I’d have to answer, no to the question, “Are enemas an acquired taste”. In our case, even as small kids, we liked something being inserted in our anus, be it a rectal thermometer, finger, or enema nozzle. That’s not to say, we didn’t put up a fuss at times, because we did. There were other times, when one of us would ask mom for an enema if constipated, knowing the other two would get one as well. In 1957 grandma taught my brother and I how to self administer enemas. The next year, she taught our sister how to douche and administer enemas to herself. Afterwards, we were expected to take care of ourselves in that department and it became something of a private matter between us, because from then, through the end of our High School years, we help each other out after School or when our parents weren’t around.

I had a few enemas as a kid, but as a teenager discovered heir erotic appeal. In my 20s I was lucky enough to have a nurse as a girl friend, and she sealed the deal for me. The Penthouse forum letters told me I wasn't alone. It's the prostate orgasms that feel so good to me. It always gets better - new nozzles - so the taste gets refined with practice. Fortunately my wife is a good student.

I had no idea about the magic of enemas until I was in my thirties. The first enema given to me by my husband had me asking questions to myself. Why did I feel quite naughty but happily relieved of my constipation after my first enema. I told my husband that being in an enema receiving position had me feeling very exposed and excited. I closed my eyes and thought about the nozzle and warm water making love to my insides, my virgin bowels! I asked him if he noticed me bearing down on the nozzle as if I was making love to it. Not only did he notice me gently humping the nozzle he noticed my vagina drooling with my lady like vagina mucus and lubrication.

My first expelling was done in private after my husband walked me to the toilet. After a while it was me on the toilet with my husband kneeling before me and us kissing with great passion. I recall that like it was yesterday!

I liked Blue Cheese the very first time I tried it. My husband could not handle the smell. I enjoyed my very first enema. I must have been born with the passion. In the beginning giving me enemas was something my husband gave me by my request. It was not until I told him It would make me very happy if he became part of the fun. It had to be bred into me. He learned that he could share my strong feelings and belief. I asked him to accept me as I am. Acceptance is the answer to many things especially between a wife and husband. I could not fathom being a one way wife enema lover. Team Work and Acceptance was the answer! He learned to enjoy my passion!

I had the enema bug from jump street. He had to walk in my shoes for a while to make things fit, to learn! And today he likes Blue Cheese! And his passion for enemas today is emotional, spirited and heartfelt. I know his love for me and enemas is more than eager and exciting! It's in the realm of the spirit! A love and endearment!