Purely enemas with a no-sex partner

ETA - I revised this for clarity -

Something I fantasized about and actually once found, all be it for only a short time, was having a friend just for enema play - the key words here are enema play; not physical sex play.

I would be willing to bet that the operable word here is..."fantasize" !!!

After our RN grandmother taught us personal hygiene and enemas were our responsibility. We soon realized, we missed someone giving us enemas, because solo enemas were for the birds. This started us swapping enemas with each other to satisfy that itch. Once we were engaged in that activity, we discovered it was difficult to separate enemas from sexuality. Before enemas were our responsibility, we got enemas from mom, grandma, or our teenage aunts, then masturbated in private afterwards. Never realizing the connection between enemas and masturbating. Once we started swapping enemas, we were able to do both, quickly realizing enemas enhanced masturbation and masturbating enhanced enemas. And it didn't matter whether you were male or female, it worked the same for both. This led to more masturbation, which led to more enemas. The same held true for my girlfriend and I when we swapped enemas as teenagers. Once I was married, my wife and I used enemas to enhance sexual intercourse and sexual intercourse to enhance enemas. They’re difficult to separate, once you experience one with the other. Enemas increased our orgasms when we had sexual intercourse or masturbated and masturbating or sexual intercourse increased our pleasurable feelings from enemas. They enhance and complement each other.

That would never happen to me, as i think an enema is a gateway to an orgasm! Always masturbate after enemas!

So far, I have not consciously noticed a member romping around at Zity just because of the health aspect of enemas...🤔😎

With us, too, the sexual, erotic is the top priority.

If medical health care has to be taken, it ultimately ends up being sexually erotic again...😛😎

I revised my opening thread here to better explain what I was trying to express - the idea of having a partner whereby your mutual love of enemas is the key, and neither person is seeking a romantic or otherwise sexual relationship. As a somewhat corollary thread I'm thinking about a shared love of girdles that does not involve a relationship or sex taking place.

For those of us who discovered the magic combination of enemas and masturbation as teenagers, it seems to me unlikely that "pure platonic" enema activities with a partner would be very satisfying. My enema activities always end with an orgasm.

it seems to me unlikely that "pure platonic" enema activities with a partner would be very satisfying.

I enjoy conversing ... here's more background... one problem I have in meeting and being with another is that once the cork is popped; desire to continue any activity is gone for hours and I no longer want to be with the person. So keeping activity as platonic as possible forestalls this.

Maybe a slight slant on the topic but many enjoy colonics with no sexual connection with their therapist. Relaxing, like a legit massage.

many enjoy colonics with no sexual connection

That a good point. Also, got me thinking about women like my mom who were very addicted to enemas; yet there was never a hint of anything sexual about them.

@elover77 said,

For those of us who discovered the magic combination of enemas and masturbation as teenagers, it seems to me unlikely that "pure platonic" enema activities with a partner would be very satisfying. My enema activities always end with an orgasm.

Before our RN grandmother taught us personal hygiene. We always masturbated after getting a couple of enemas in the privacy of our bedroom. Mom and dad's house only had one bathroom and two bedrooms, so my siblings and I had to share a bedroom until our mid to late teens. Mom generally gave us enemas together in the evening, making it convenient to masturbate once we’d been put to bed. Because we shared a bedroom, nudity wasn’t an issue, nor were there any secrets between us, especially during the summer. Summer months were hot, and this was before home air conditioning, so we normally slept nude due to the heat. So, after our enemas we saw one another during our after-enema activities.

When mom told us she was going to give us a couple of enemas and to get things ready. My brother and I got a hard-on. As we took our clothes off, our sister didn’t miss the state of our penis and teased us about it. However, she was affected nonetheless, just differently. She told us, it made her vagina tingle when mom told us to get ready. Our job was to put towels down on the bed and be laying down nude across the bed when mom came in carrying the enema bag. At the time, we didn’t understand what the drive to masturbate was all about after a couple of enemas. It was something we each had to do afterwards.

Once grandma taught us personal hygiene and enemas became our responsibility. My siblings and I discovered the link between enemas and masturbating shortly after we started swapping enemas with each other. This allowed us to masturbate while getting an enema. Something we couldn’t do when mom, grandma, or moms teenage sisters gave us enemas. However, with mom's sisters, there was something different somehow. We were curious about our bodies and felt comfortable exploring ourselves with them. They allowed this on evenings they gave us enemas then a shower, but only to a point. Once we were able to masturbate while receiving an enema with a douche nozzle buried in our behind, we understood the connection. Plus, it made us realize why moms two teenage sisters liked giving us and themselves enemas as often as they did. They looked for any excuse to give us enemas, because once they had finished with us, they gave themselves a couple of enemas. Something we found ourselves doing with each other as teenagers. Like others have said, “Enemas and masturbating are a magic combination, enhancing each other in pleasurable ways.”

It depends on how you perceive sex and sexuality.

I connect to a man's desire to penetrate and fill me. He can express that desire/need in a lot of different ways. To me, if the desire/need is there, an enema can be a sort of cock, the bag balls and the contents seed.

My anus/rectum is my sex organ. I suppose if it was in a medical setting and I was sick? If it was a guy, not sure I'd be able to not feel sexual in some way.

Some years ago I had a women that I met and had several meetings with and we never had a romantic relationship or intercourse. She was definitely into domination, we had met when I was doing computer work in her office, she loved to flirt a lot. I told her if she kept breaking her computer I was going to put her in time out, she quickly responded I would rather have a spanking, still thinking she was just flirting, I said me too, she then said I paddled my boyfriends ass last night to which I said he’s a lucky guy and went on about my business. Later that night I received a phone call from her, she said I was thinking about what you said about me spanking my boy friend and wanted to know if you would like to get together and play, I was kind of speechless but then said absolutely. She asked what I was into and that she would do most anything. I told her I liked spanking she the said anything else I told her I really liked enemas, she said without hesitation I would paddle your ass and give you an enema.

We ended up meeting several time and it was great, It was two people getting naked playing with each other, she loved the role play. But what excited me the most was she said let’s get down to business, she said I brought a paddle for your bare ass and you better have brought your enema equipment or you will be sorry. I told I did and she said okay young man go get the paddle out of my bag and bring it to me then you bend over and grab your ankles and don’t look back, I did as she commanded and she touch the paddle to my bare ass and then administered 20 swats fast and hard, she then said you need to go fill your enema bag and get back here quickly, when you return you need to give me the bag and get on your hands and knees on the bed and you are going to take the whole bag and when it’s done you will return to the middle of the room and assume the position again and receive 20 more swats while holding your enema, I did as requested and it was an great experience as she was swatting my ass I totally forgot about the cramps from the enema. After I expelled the enema she said you now need to cum for me, she retrieved a white vibrator from her bag and said lay down on the bed and pull your legs up and I’m going to stick this vibrator in your ass and you will jerk your cock until it explodes, I must say it didn’t take long.

After I regained my composure she said now I want you to go clean up your enema equipment and your going to give me an enema while I’m laying on my back while I fuck myself with my big black dildo.

After she was in position I lubed her ass up and slid the douche nozzle all the way in her ass and she moaned and then went to town on her very wet pussy and had an explosive orgasm.

That was how most of our meetings went. We only met three times. Later she had some medical issues and some other problems with her grown kids and we just never got together again. We still communicate every couple years but never got together to play again.

I have been going for colonics by my lovely therapist since 2009. She is a married lady with three grown up sons and her husband works in the oil and gas industry

I usually go to her every four weeks and an appointment lasts between an hour and an hour and a half. Over the years we have discussed anything and everything. She knows all about my choice of underwear, that I have my brush shaved -, she waxes my legs , that I do enemas at home and am anal centric. Occasionally, when she has finished with me she will give me a hug.

I am convinced that any form of sexual advance would immediately terminate our arrangement and to be honest I would not dream of making one. It would spoil the whole thing. I have been to two other ladies for regular colonics and, again, while we have become great friends the thought of going any further is abhorrent.