When did enemas first become sexual for you?

The day I gave my self my first one. Even though it was awkward, it was very arousing and I knew right then I wanted to have more. Anytime I have something in my butt it’s sexual.

I got enemas from mom and grandma from as early as I can remember, and in those early days although I found the enema to be rather pleasant, they were not sexual. As a teenager I recognized that masturbation was more fun when done during an enema, but I just thought I was weird to like enemas when everybody I knew said they hated them. I had been married for a few years before the Penthouse Special Preference letters which led me to believe there were some girls who liked enemas too and I wanted an enema to become part of sex play rather than me sneaking one in when she was out shopping. I finally broached the subject to my lovely wife, admitting I got pleasure from enemas. She said she has never had an enema,

I guess every guy has this dream about giving an enema virgin her first enema, and her reaction is, Wow!! Do that again!! Well, it doesn't always happen like that. With some sweet talk, and one evening after a party and some alcohol, she agreed to let me give her an enema. It did not go as I had hoped. For a while she reluctantly agreed to give me an enema when I asked, and occasionally she let me give her one, but she said the fear of not being able to hold it and making a mess was keeping her from having fun. She asked me not to give her enemas, but she said she didn't have a problem with me giving myself enemas if I thought that they were such fun.

I find it fascinating how personal our journeys of discovering pleasure can be. Some people remember a specific moment when something caught their curiosity, while others slowly discovered what felt exciting and meaningful to them over time.

Reading everyone’s experiences with enemas is interesting because it shows how different the feelings and connections can be. For some, it’s about curiosity, for others it’s about trust, vulnerability, relaxation, or the excitement of exploring a side of themselves they may not have expected.

I think there’s something beautiful about being open and honest about the things that have shaped our experiences. We all have our own stories, and sometimes the most interesting conversations come from the things we don’t always talk about openly.

My first experience with enemas was when I was 14, . I remember feeling a mix of curiosity and nervous excitement because it was something completely new to me. What stood out most was the feeling of exploring something personal and discovering a different side of my own body and reactions.

Playing with my grandmother's equipment around 7 or 8

@RedBulb99 said,

I got enemas from mom and grandma from as early as I can remember, and in those early days although I found the enema to be rather pleasant, they were not sexual. As a teenager I recognized that masturbation was more fun when done during an enema, but I just thought I was weird to like enemas when everybody I knew said they hated them.

Growing up my siblings and I were lucky; mom gave us enemas together in our bedroom. She had each of us on a towel, across the bed together, laying either faceup or facedown. Making it easy to witness our sibling's reaction to an enema. Just knowing, other kids got enemas, was half the battle. The other half was knowing whether they liked them or not. Knowing that, made all the difference in the world, in how we felt about getting enemas.

Back then, moms talked to other moms, about what was going on with kids. Spankings and enemas were two of the topics of conversation. So, whenever our mom was on the phone with another mom. We made it a point, to tried and listen, as best we could. Learning, like us, others kids received enemas regularly, and who liked or disliked them. At school however, like all the other kids, we hated getting enemas. When the truth, was the opposite. There were kids, that truly disliked enemas. However, far more kids like them, than didn't.

Then, as preteens, our RN grandmother taught us personal hygiene, and enemas became our responsibility. Once that happened, it didn't take long, to learn the advantages of masturbating and doing enemas at the same time. Finding, enemas enhanced masturbation, and masturbating enhanced enemas. It was a win-win situation for both enemas and masturbation. However, there was one exception to that. It was when, my sister and I gave one another enemas, allowing the receiver to devote his or her attention to the task in hand.

I don't know if you call it sexual urge, but after the first few by mom, I would get an erection while stripping naked and playing with myself white waiting for her to get seated on the closed toilet seat, and having to climb over her lap. The expelling gave me a bliss never felt before. Later on, I began to steak them with bag on a hook. Nozzle stuck up my behind, and sitting on the toilet. I would look at snuck Playboy's and stroked my penis, which built up enough arousal to open the clamp.

At some point with the visual, stroking, and belly pressure, I came all over myself, which caused the nozzle to pop out, releasing the water.

As I have posted elsewhere on ZITY about my first and only enema my mother ever gave me when I was about 5 years old, I can't say that it was sexual by any means. I can say that it felt really good and I enjoyed it very much. I wish she had given me several enemas that night instead of just one filling, which took several insertions of the infant 2 oz. squeeze bulb enema syringe. But it did make such an impression on me that I never forgot that enema. I didn't think about it all the time, but it was there in the back of my mind.

When I was about age 9 we moved to a different house in the country with a bathtub that had a faucet that could be rotated 180° so it pointed up instead of down. I pretty quickly figured out I could turn that faucet up and carefully sit down, spread my cheeks so it was right against my anus and then slowly turn the water on so it would give me an enema. The water came out in a small diameter stream, so it worked perfectly to shoot straight up into my rectum and give me an enema. Thankfully the toilet was right next to the bathtub, so it was just a step out of the tub and onto the toilet to expel. I would do this several times most times when I took a bath during the day and played in the tub. It felt good but I never masturbated while doing that. I hadn't heard about masturbation at that age and had not gotten an erection as far as I can remember. Puberty had not started in me yet.

It was really a "dangerous game" I played giving myself enemas like that since the bathroom had only a shower curtain for the door and my mother was in the house with me. Luckily she never came into the bathroom and caught me. If she had, I don't know what she would have done... just talk to me, maybe turn me over her knee and spank my bare bottom or get dad's belt and whip my bare bottom. I just have no idea. What I wish she would do is say, "You need an enema, I'll give you a good soapsuds enema," and then give me a soapsuds enema until clear. Then start giving me regular enemas. But that never happened.

About age 11, we moved to another house in the country and the tub faucet didn't move. Enemas (really anal play) became sexual for me after I hit puberty and while I didn't get any enemas, I did play with the enema nozzle in my anus and rectum while I masturbated in the bathroom. Since the two bathroom doors would not shut completely all the way, much less be able to lock them,, I was lucky I was never caught. Mother's black ebonite curved and fluted douche nozzle fascinated me. I used it a few times in my rectum when masturbating, but I was very careful to make sure all 9 holes in it were clean and not stopped up with you know what.

Tough I grew up in the Golden Age of Enemas, one is all I ever got. I feel cheated when I read about others who got weekly cleanouts with soapsuds enemas until clear every weekend. We did get a dose of laxative in the Spring to "clean us out". That only lasted a short few years thank goodness.

@Tim_R said,

I don't know if you call it sexual urge, but after the first few by mom, I would get an erection while stripping naked and playing with myself white waiting for her to get seated on the closed toilet seat, and having to climb over her lap.

Growing up, starting around age eight or nine, my siblings and I called it an enema hard-on. Then, as teenagers, it changed from enema hard-on, to enema horny.

I can certainly relate, perhaps its like Pavlov's dogs; the reaction started begin long before undressed and in position guessing as a learnt response and anticipation.

@Tim_R said,Growing up... I called it an enema hard-on. Then, as teenagers, it changed from enema hard-on, to enema horny.

For me, enemas first because sexual around 6th grade. Though I had been fantasizing and thinking about enemas ever since getting them when I was six, I realized in about 6th grade that they gave me the same kind of sexual feelings and butterflies when I thought about the boys that I liked. I remember being in high school and thinking that I would outgrow my desire for enemas after I had sex, which of course never happened 😁

I can identify with the comment Allie80 made about not outgrowing the desire for enemas once we had sex. I thought the same thing. I thought once I was married and had sex frequently, I would no longer want enemas and masturbation. Did not happen that way. Although sex is very good and enjoyable, a good enema and masturbation was a different kind of good feeling. I continued to do both of them.

@RedBulb99 said,

I can identify with the comment Allie80 made about not outgrowing the desire for enemas once we had sex. I thought the same thing. I thought once I was married and had sex frequently, I would no longer want enemas and masturbation. Did not happen that way. Although sex is very good and enjoyable, a good enema and masturbation was a different kind of good feeling. I continued to do both of them.

That's something, I've thought about as well. The year before my wife and I got married; she shared an apartment with my sister. Having started douching and using enemas as a teenager, on the advice of her OB/GYN, to relieve constipation and period cramps. Tho, she wasn't a fan of enemas, she used them as prescribed. That changed, the year she and my sister shared an apartment together. As teenagers, my brother and I swapped enemas with our sister on a regular basics, until we finished High School for both health and pleasure. Once they were in the apartment together, it didn't take long for the two girls to start swapping enemas for health reasons. My wife learning, depending on how enemas are administered, they can be very pleasurable.

By the time we got married, the two girls were using enemas on a regular basics. Much like my sister and I did, before we finished High School. So, from the beginning of our marriage, we used enemas for both health and pleasure. In the beginning, on the pleasure side, we used enemas mainly during foreplay. However, we learned over time, enemas can enhance sexual intercourse. The fun part though, was trying different things together. Sometimes, things worked out, and other times they didn't. Finding what we liked and discarding what we didn't.