I got my last enema when I was 13. It was like a salvation for me.
At the beginning of my twenties I suddenly found myself in front of two large shop windows of a medical supply store in a big city. These were stuffed with all the things needed to administer enemas, things I didn't know before. I didn't know all the things people could come up with to get water up their asses.
My mind seemed to be going crazy...
on the one hand the reassuring feeling that mom certainly didn't know anything about this selection, on the other hand I had an inexplicable desire to try all these things; my behind seemed to let me know: don't you dare...
In the meantime, my pants were tight due to a violent erection; I felt like I was being watched by other passers-by who could surely read my mind... I felt like a schoolboy caught in all his misdeeds...
With a red head, palpitations and embarrassment, I bought my first equipment. The feeling of perverity dominated my thoughts as I made my first enemas with it.
Who could you talk to about it? That all changed for the first time when I had a girlfriend who was absolutely into it and attacked me with an irrigator and colon tube on my first date. Her argument that you have to be clean during sex convinced me.
That was the beginning of putting aside my bad feelings and only seeing the good and cool....