Nobody home, time for an enema!

Home all by myself, might as well enjoy a warm enema!

Do it in front of a mirror and enjoy it!

Way back when, Home Alone was a movie. For us it's an opportunity! Out come the toys. Bags, nozzles and hoses. Warm up the water and mix the ingredients. Assume your position, release the clamp. Let the flow take you where your mind needs to go.

Enjoy! I bet it feels great 😉 Also like doing enemas on my own when I'm home alone. Relaxing and just “me”-time

Alone time is precious…My wife is more than willing to indulge my proclivity for “the bag"…BUT and I think it's a big butt…solo gives me an opportunity to engage my fantasies and to fully enjoy the pleasures associated with enemas without concerning myself with what she might or might not be thinking at the time! She doesn't care for “backdoor” play, so she's not in any fantasy scenarios…only those times when she's at the forefront of my mind/imagination and that's a whole different situation. Alone gives rise to past pleasures, imaginary pleasures and who knows what else. I love her, she loves me and enemas are a no-man's land that may or may not ever meet!!!

An excellent idea! My home alone time definitely includes solo enema play.

Have fun! I enjoy alone time enemas as much as I enjoy them with a helper.

Home alone is my favorite. I am a bag and hose purist as it is all about the water in my belly, talking to someone not there, as if they are receiving from me all the while.

I remember starting when I was about twelve, I couldn't wait for the times when mom and dad went somewhere and left me alone for a while. I was almost sure to be giving myself an enema at some point, sometimes alone, sometimes with my sister.

Now, many years later, I still enjoy my time home alone. If I know my husband will be out for a while I am likely to bring out the bag or bulb for a little liquid recreation. He knows I enjoy my enema but he is not so keen on the enema as a recreational activity so he doesn't mind when I have some private time with my toys.

@lzrd Home alone is my favorite. I am a bag and hose purist as it is all about the water in my belly, talking to someone not there as if they are receiving from me all the while.

Yes, when home alone I can role play with myself and talk out loud as if there's someone giving me enemas…

I live alone so for me it’s about enjoying the moment. The most fun is out on my back porch. Nearest neighbor that I can see is a ¼ mile across the canyon. It will happen this weekend.

I remember starting when I was about twelve, I couldn't wait for the times when mom and dad went somewhere and left me alone for a while. I was almost sure to be giving myself an enema at some point, sometimes alone, sometimes with my sister..

I'm curious as to whether your sister is as into them as you are as an adult?

When I know I will have the house to myself for a few hours for most of my life since about 12 years old and now in my 60s, my thoughts focus on having a series of enemas.

As preteens, once we were responsible for ourselves in the enema department, we very rarely gave ourselves or each other enemas when mom or dad were home. We all felt funny doing it when mom or dad were around, even though they had turned that responsibility over to us. It only happened when the need outweigh the funny feelings about it.

From young age i have enjoyed that rare thing of being home alone and to this day more often than not will fully capitalise and enjoy bag full. Not that have to be home alone.

Yes There's something very naughty about it which totally adds to the tension and suspense. The secrecy of it, that no one knows

what is going on and that you are getting an Enema is incredibly Erotic! The first time was at our house when I was a teenager using my mother's 2 Quart red bag and black nozzle. I made sure I could see it in a mirror I had positioned up close which REALLY turned me on!

That has been my situation for most of my life. Starting when I was 11 or 12, when mom and dad left me home alone, I frequently took the opportunity to give myself an enema. And, since my attempt to get my wife interested in enemas for fun was unsuccessful, I would find myself getting out the bag or bulb when she went shopping or was otherwise out for a while. That is still true today