To some people, an enema was just an apparatus to clear the bowels. However, I firmly believe that some of our Mothers, Dads, Grandmothers, Aunts and Uncles loved to talk about, take, give and fixate on all aspects of an enema. Sexually.
I had an Aunt (one of my Grandmother's eight siblings) who would spend hours in the bathroom giving herself enemas over and over. You could hear the rather loud moaning and the enema clamp, the expulsions, the flushing, then she would fill the bag again and start all over. She had to have sexual feelings or climaxes because she would exit the bathroom, saying she felt so much better!! My Grandmother said she had always loved taking enemas.
Many times my Mom would ask my Grandmother or an Aunt to give her a “good” enema. One time in the mid 1950's she asked my Uncle (her brother in law) who had been a medic in the Navy, the one who gave my cousin lots of enemas, to give her an enema when we were over at their house. “James, will you give me a couple of enemas? In just sick, I'm so constipated!” He grabbed the Ivory Flakes and the large enema bag. They closed the bathroom door and he did give her at least one or more enemas.
There were definite moans and “Ohhhhhhh's". I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall that day but i quietly stood outside the door every chance I got.
She was putting her clothes back on when they finally came out of the bathroom. We left for home across town and as soon as we got in the house Mom headed for the bathroom to expel more. It made me have strange feelings and I was only 8 or 9 years old but already had my fair share of enemas.
I guess that's how I started sexualizing enemas, especially after having a climax during a large hot, soapy one she gave to me. Funny, isn't it.?