Has anyone ever made you wonder if they liked enemas?

I bunch of us went to help a friend move Sunday afternoon. The friend immediately found her box with cleaning supplies. She put that box in her bathroom. Then she started helping the rest of us bringing boxes in. We kept asking her where each box goes. She would take a quick look and say what room. We got all of the boxes in. Her dad and some friends had moved her furniture in the day before. So we are sitting there guzzling water because we all had hangovers from the night before. She was nowhere to be found. So we all walked down the hall and found her in the tub scrubbing and cleaning it. I said this place is brand new and everything is clean what are you doing. Another girl who is really close to her. I mean they even had a thing for a while. She said she likes her bathtubs clean so she can take enemas laying down. The girl cleaning the tub said at least I'm clean. Everyone started laughing because everyone thought it was just a joke. We all went back into the living room and kept on drinking our water waiting on her to finish cleaning the tub. Then the pizza came that we ordered. But I started wondering how much of a joke was it. It really made me wonder.

Has this ever happened to anyone and what did you do?

Many years ago I helped a couple we knew, I was carrying full drawers to the truck. I looked down and atop the panties,I think, was a bag, hose and I think douche nozzle. I never mentioned to anyone about my find. I never had the chance to ask them about bag,hose, and nozzle but it still clear in my head.

A long time ago, we were helping a couple move into their new home. They had been staying with their in-laws while their new home was being built. They had mostly clothes and personal stuff to move from the in=laws spare bedroom. I noticed a combination set (complete) on a shelf in the bedroom closet. Since it did not get moved, I concluded it belonged to the in-laws. I often wondered how many uses that set got.

Sometimes I wish there was some secret code to recognize enema enthusiasts when you first meet them. Something that goes unnoticed unless you know already.

Allegedly Freemasons have something like this, some secret handshake!

Some time ago I visited a relative who lived in a shared apartment with a few other couples. They all shared a single bathroom. As I entered that bathroom for the first time my unsuspecting eyes spotted a quite big bulb resting openly on a shelf near the bathtub. I wondered who might be its owner and for what purposes it might have been used. I also wondered how long ago it was last used. Besides I wonder if it was stored unhidden not just for proper drying - but to be seen by visitors - and if it's still in use these days.

Regarding number 4 above, here in the uk many years ago, i sort of remember someone in, i think, Forum magazine trying to get like minded enema enthusiasts, to wear a badge of some sort, but it didnt seem to catch on.

Unfortunately, no. I know that gay men have signals that help others recognize their sexual preference. As Just William said, it would be nice if klismos did the same thing.

Late last year I had a painter in doing my apartment. I didn't think anything of it, he came and painted while I was at work. That was fine but I got careless. He called me one Saturday morning and asked if he could come in that day to do my bathroom. I told him OK and decided to spend the day with my parents.

It was after I came home that evening I found my Higginson pump in the bathroom wash basin. I immediately realized I'd left it in the bath tub the night before. He never mentioned it, but after that I spent as little time in his presence as possible. Embarrassed is a wild understatement.

Hello Annie. Consider, He may not actually have known what it was?

Hi Thursday's child. He's a married adult male with a family but, be that as it may, a Higginson pump with attached douche nozzle leaves little doubt as to its purpose. I'm really glad it happened at the very end of his job here.

Annie, you might have made his day!!

@annie3434 I've done home remodeling for years as well as service work that has taken me into most every area of people's homes. I can tell you that I've seen just about everything imaginable from sex toys to enema bags with various nozzles and colon tubes attached. For those of us that frequent homes for our business seeing this stuff just usually brings a smile or a chuckle and if it is in the way we pick it up and move it so it is isn't damaged. To most of us it is just another day of doing our work and we don't think anything about it. My employees have likewise seen similar and sometimes make a comment, but just like me think nothing more about other than informing me so that if some comment is made by the homeowner I'm aware. It is not something to be embarrassed about his finding your higgy and I hope you will consider him for another painting job if he does quality work. Now if he'd found you strapped to the bed or something where you were exposed that might be a different story. And I have some of those I probably should share sometime. Just thinking....

Denema, you're probably correct. He very likely has seen it all before as you have. I was probably a bit shocked, as much at my own carelessness as anything else. I'll still probably blush next time I see him however. 😃

My cleaning ladies found a prostate toy and a masturbaton device in my shower. Heard them giggling.

When I was selling real estate a few years ago we would often see various bags and their attachments hanging from shower rods and spray nozzles. It was always a conversation starter. Once a female fellow Realtor looked at me and commented about doing enemas and getting caught leaving the evidence hanging in the bathroom. I just smiled and didn't reply because I was a little concerned about my "secret" getting around the office. But it definitely was tantalizing and would have been fun to pursue were it in a different environment.

A number of years ago I stopped in our local Vitamin Shoppe to buy some Dr. Bronners Castile soap for my enemas and the moderately attractive gal behind the counter engaged me in conversation about my purchase, and said she liked that soap to wash her hair with. I happened to be the only customer in there at the time, so this conversation could have gone in any direction without embarrassment. I guess I was too shy at the time to ask her if she perhaps used Dr, Bronners for other things like enemas. Always regretted that I didn't, because she seemed like the type who would have been open about it, had I had the nerve to ask.

Ive written this in here somewhere before, but no idea where, but many years ago i was on a farm mending a tractor........thats my job........and i was invited in to wash hands and have the usual coffee or tea and a chat about the job, hanging above the kitchen sink was a higginsons syringe, now me being shy back then, said nothing, but ive often thought about it.

I have a couple close friends who know i take enemas, in fact i have found that most of them - at least for hygiene purposes before anal play will at least use a fleet, but i often wonder sometimes when i see a woman in the store or something if she ever had a full bag

We just moved from San Diego to a town in Southern Oregon of about 2.000. As many of you know, I spent a few years after retirement giving colonics, in studio and enemas on outcall. Well on move in day the truck arrived and most boxes were placed in the garage for unpacking later including the box with my BioBidet2000 along with a very large amount of bags and hoses and soaps for enemas with stretchers, plugs and vibrators and toys used in sessions. My wife had hired a sweet young woman from the neighborhood to help us and she discovered the box and opened it and left it open on the top of the stack. Later she whispered to me, where do you want me to put the enema stuff in the garage.

Later she whispered to me, where do you want me to put the enema stuff in the garage.

And . . . what was your answer?

Several instances from my younger years (early-1980's) long before the internet when I thought I was strange and the only one with our kink. Early in my career, I needed to go out of town on business for a couple of weeks. It happened that at the same time, a female friend of many years also needed a place to stay until she moved to a new town for a job. I let her stay at my apartment while I was gone. When I returned, I found that, to thank me, she had cleaned the place up - I wasn't the best house-keeper back in those days. My blue pumpkin bag was stored on the top shelf of the closest across from the bathroom. When I looked to see if she had found it, the plastic hook had been replaced with a coat hanger. I assumed that either she had used it and broken the hook or was suggesting the hanger would be better. I never got up the guts to ask her about it and she lived in another city at that point anyway, but I always wondered.

Another time I was talking to a female colleague at work. She had gone to visit another friend who had been in the hospital for some time with a serious illness. When talking about the visit, she related that one of the nurses had washed our friend's hair but she was upset they they didn't have proper shampoo and had used some other soap instead. She couldn't remember what the soap was, but while trying to think of it, she said "Hmmm... it wasn't enema soap..."

Third instance was when I had been dating a woman for some time. She had been acting really cranky and finally admitted it was because she was severely constipated. I offered the usual suggestions of laxative and even a suppository, but she rejected all those options as she had an important meeting in the morning and was worried they wouldn't work fast enough and didn't want to have the run out of the meeting. I finally told her that the only thing I knew that was guaranteed to work and work right away was an enema. She denied knowing about or having received one growing up, but had me describe the whole process, asked what it would feel like, etc. I offered to stop at the drug store and get what was needed. I no longer recall why we didn't follow through, but years later, and after reading about how so many have feigned constipation to get an enema, I've wondered if that's what she was doing and just chickened out at the last minute. She could well have believed she was the only one with the kink too.

Had I had access then to the information we have now, one or more of those could well have ended up very differently.

If you are intimate enough with someone to have any business giving them an enema, you should get a 6th sense of that rather quickly. If you don't i's better for them that someone else do it.

I guess this will fit in. After a Thanksgiving dinner, a friend's wife said I'm so full I'm going to take an enema when I get home. Everyone laughed. I did too, because my friend admitted to me that his wife was into enemas.

Agree @zk875, how often I have wished also that we could read signals about enema preferences. Years ago I knew my mother-in-law had done at least one enema so one day when we were alone, I asked her if she knew anything about enemas. When she gave me the expected yes answer I asked her if she would give me one. She answered yes and it actually turned into two. Now I wish there had been more. Enemas from a descreet person you know is sweet.

Many years ago, I was making a delivery to a shop and entered through the back door as usual. I had been coughing and sneezing before I made entry. A gal who worked in the supply area commented on my apparent cold. I told her I had been fighting it for a couple of days.

She immediately told me she had a great way to deal with a cold and I replied I'd love to know what it was. She went on to tell me that garlic enemas were a great way to get ahead of the cold. I immediately felt my involuntary reactions begin to stir. I enjoyed her describing how to prepare a garlic enema but, like a dummy, neglected to ask her if she'd show me in person how to accomplish it. Being single at the time, the last thing I wanted was for a prospective date to think I was weird for my love of enemas.

I guess the real answer being sought is, how many of us are there? The answer is, far more than most of us seem to assume. When I was younger (I'm 66 and in my 44th year of marriage) and frequently dating, not only was the equipment a common sight, but enjoying the sensation wasn't completely uncommon. My wife and have enjoyed threesomes for 3 decades, and have had younger partners who enjoyed enemas, so it's not as generational as might be assumed, either. Word gets around when something feels this good. It's the stigma attached that sent it into the closet, so to speak.

On the other hand, finding run-of-the-mill equipment may indicate no more than someone in the house having an issue with constipation...

One time I was visiting a single, female neighbor and had to use the bathroom. Hanging from the shower bar was a red bag, or should I call it a hot water bottle with a tube attached and an enema nozzle hanging from it. I thought it was a perfectly natural thing and hardly gave it a second thought at the time. We were not intimately involved in any way but I have thought about it afterwards and wonder if I may have missed an opportunity. RATS! As Terry Thomas would say.

Given the relationship as boss(Me) and person I have immediate supervisory authority over, one of the people I no longer need my own boss's approval to fire, the ONE person I suspect does, I figure I am better off NOT knowing.

I TRY to keep professional distance!

I'm sure the home health nurse who “introduced” my deepest senses to the feelings of a good enema, liked enemas herself. At age 23 (I was 22 at the time), Angie knew so much about enemas and how they felt. “It's normal, just go with it,” she said quietly, just as I was about going over the edge. So embarrassing as a newbie, but (remembering that experience, so secretly exciting!)

Way back when I was at the home of a friend. I discovered a fountain syringe hanging from the shower head as I was a nosy bugger when using bathrooms of others. LOL, still am. Since the friend was a he, not a she and he had no girlfriends (ultra nerd), it was a certainty he took enemas. Constipation issues? Recreational use? Because of the circle we ran with, it was inappropriate to pursue the question. Always wondered about him, on occasion I still do.