When did you realize enemas turned you on?

At what age and under what circumstance did you first connect enemas with sexual excitement.

I remember it very well, even after more than 50yrs. As far back as i can remember (4) i always got erect when getting enemas. Didn't know what it was all about. Mom didn't comment more than to say it was normal.

When I was 9 I was playing "Dr." with 8yo neighbor girl. We were both nude and sticking fingers in each others butts. her sister "The Evil Barbie" (age 11-12) caught us. She said she was going to spank us right there or tell our moms. She put sis over her knee and gave her a couple of good swats. Instead of putting me over her knee, she put me on my back and put her finger up my butt, I was already erect, she gave me a few strokes and i thought i'd died and gone to heaven. "Evil Barbie" said "u had a cum" not knowing what she was talking about, i denied it, she said your dick was hard now its soft, that means u had a cum. while this was happening, i noticed that sis had her finger in her slit. So that's when i made the connection, haven't stopped since!!

I think the pleasure was always there, along wit the pain. I suppose I made the connection during my first self-administered enema. I would have been 12. It was the next day following my transition from training bra to a real A cup bra(I ended up with D!)

I was raised by my father. I don't know my mother.

at that point I had gotten enough enemas that I was comfortable just asking for one when I knew it would make me feel better.

I suppose I had already had some sexual feelings related to enemas. I knew that Dad had a 3qt bag he used on himself, but he had only used a 2qt bag or smaller(another story) on me.

When I asked him on a Friday afternoon after we got back from the store if I could have an enema the next morning, he said, " You are becoming a woman now, and you've had enough enemas in your life that you know how to do the whole procedure. From now on, I think you are ready to self-administer. This once, I will stay in the room and guide and coach you through, but I will only intervene if you do something dangerous or get into a jam you don't know how to get out of, like a clogged hose or something. Otherwise, it will be YOUR enema! after this one, I want you to leave the bedroom and bathroom doors open, and take them only when I'm home, so I can come and help you out if something really goes wrong, Otherwise it will be your own enema."

I asked him, "How would you respond if I wanted to use the 3-qt bag?" He said, "I am going to recommend that you not, but I won't stop you if you do, because you ARE one of the tallest 12-year-olds in your school.(I'm now 5'11")but I'm not sure you are ready to increase the volume by half. Out of respect, however, I WILL let you make that decision for yourself!" I used the 3-qt bag! Epsom salt and soapsuds! In the knee-chest position. With the knees on a slightly higher pillow than the breasts. I got it all in! That was the first time I doubted myself since my first 2-qt when I was 9!

I got to the second wave, and something totally new happened to me! I felt my vagina tighten to where I don't think you could have gotten one of those plastic coffer stirrers into it! It stared to pulse, and I let out a holler. What came out was a little-girl high pitched squeal, then another, then several more! It was all I could do to retain the big enema! My whole abdomen was convulsing, and I could not breathe!

Dad said," This can happen to any woman!! Just hang on, don't leak, and try to enjoy it! If you can! Whatever you do, don't panic, this is one of several normal responses. We'll talk about it after the enema is out!" I didn't hear much more anyway! As quick as it started, then, it was over! The rest of the enema went pretty normal. I was able to retain the needed 15 minutes, with some struggle.

It came out pretty well also! Took me about 25 minutes to fully pass it. After it was over, the normal procedure was to lie down on my back or side and rest for 30 minutes or more sometimes as much as an hour, before proceeding to the second round. I was just about to lie down, and Dad said, "You will probably want to replace the towel covering the knee pillow with a clean one. I don't think you want to lie in that. It's on your dorm shirt as well, and you might want to change that. Put both of them right in the laundry! I looked at the towel and there was a softball-size slimy wet spot on it, and one a little bigger on my dorm shirt. I said, "Did I DO THAT?" He said, "If you don't come away from this experience with anything else, understand that it is NOT SOMETHING YOU DID! IT IS SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED TO YOU!" It can happen to any woman anytime during an enema! There is absolutely NO WAY to ever know when it will happen again, only that it will! It could be the next enema, it could be several years! It's not something you have much control over in that situation! When it does happen again, just ride it out, try to enjoy it, and try to keep the enema in! You've had your first adult sexual experience. You are still in that gray zone between a child and an adult, and these feelings are always possible. That is one of the reasons I want you to get used to self-administering. If you had a mother, you could probably let her give you enemas for another year or so, but since you don't , it's time to cut that particular apron string! Now get the towel changed, and change your dorm shirt!

I got to a clear return after 4 rounds. He did not use the word Orgasm for several more months, but it was clear that is what I had. He always wanted me to be comfortable with my own sexuality.

12 years later, when I got married, he explained to me a few days before my wedding that he always felt that part of the reason he and his mother never got along was because she was not only uncomfortable with her own body, but uncomfortable around those who were comfortable with their bodies, He wanted me to grow up "Healthier than that" and he felt I mostly had!

Presently I find enemas to be very sexual whether any orgasm happens or not. However, I grew up where the words, sex and enemas, were never mentioned without a sense of being naughty. As a result it took a long time for me to enjoy them together as a natural god-given pleasure.

Late 20's for me.

LisaK

Phenomenal narrative. You had a great and understanding dad.

Since as early as I can remember I have always thought enemas were sexy. When I was very young I was not sure what the feeling was, but it was definitely there.

Late teens, or early twenties

The very first time I gave myself an enema in my forties I became aroused and sex and enemas excite me every time.....

I had the feelings when I was 4, but I didn't connect them with sexual stimulation until around 10.

My first encounter with an enema bulb was at 4, in the bathroom, just playing with the water and the bulb. Later (maybe at 😎 I understood the right usage of this bulb and I tried it secretly...

Since then, i'm an addict

I had to give myself an enema in my early teens and since then the thought of one makes me wet...

My first enema was solo when I was 13 and I immediately connected it with sex!!!!

I was hard the entire time and still remember the intense orgasm I had masturbating while I was expelling.

Since I never had a "clinical" enema - only solo play - enemas and sex have a permanent connection for me.

I got frequent Enemas from Mom(RN)through out my upbringing into my early teens until Mom noticed my Hard Cock during a 2qt Enema she was giving me on my bed. That was the last Enema she ever gave me,and I was given a bare Butt Stapping when I got back from the bathroom which was also the last time she Spanked me,and it was one to remember!

Mom was a stict lady,and gave me lots of Enemas/Spankings through the years,and into me teens. I started to get sexually aroused from both.I started giving myself Enemas when when Mom was at work or gone,and masturbated to Orgasim which I still do now,and then(-: However I prefer giving/receiving Enemas with another person,and Spankings are still a turn-on with Enema Play(Erotic Foreplay to Sex)(-:

After being at this sight for the last few months I have found I'm not so wierd after all,and there are others who share my interests in Enemas/Spankings,and some with similar past experiences.Would love to hear from anyone with similar interests,and or experiences?? (-:

As a young girl, I always enjoyed sticking my fingers inside my vagina and anus. Lucky for me, my mother taught me at a very young age to always wipe front to back so I wouldn't ever carry anything from my anus to vagina, and I never got an infection because I always listened to that rule. When I was about 8-9 I learned to insert my index finger into my vagina as my middle finger went into my anus. I was in heaven. It would only have been better if I had known to masturbate to orgasm at that age, but I always enjoyed rubbing and massaging my parts.

So, to answer the question, I started taking my own enemas at eight years old without ever having been given one by anybody. I always loved, and still love the feeling of fullness and pressure with an enema. So I guess I was 8-9 when I made the sex-enema connection.

I have connected enemas and other sorts of anal penetration with pleasure since I was about 9 years old before I understood what sex was about. Enemas are about sexual pleasure for me.

When I was in my early 20s I was living with a guy and got badly constipated. I guess I was being a bitch LOL because he came home from work early and had his friend from next door come over they came in the bedroom. He had his friend hold me down with my ass in the air and he gave me a fleet mineral oil then a 2 quart soapsud enema with the douche nozzle. The whole scene got me going, being held down and told to take deep breaths as he filled me. I had the best orgasm ever, it was intense!! I knew then.

I like to be clean prior to anal sex. If I have time, I take a 2 qt. soapsuds enema, followed by a couple of 2 qt. salt and soda enemas. But, if my sexy boyfriend invites himself over at the last minute, I uses my 8 oz. bulb. Usually, 3 to 5 bulbs with immediate expulsion does the job. No mess, just pure pleasure! I only need about 20 mins. notice.

Probably got my first enema was I was 4 or 5 and somehow realized I liked the feeling. I remember once complaining to my mom when whe was about to put me over her knee for a bulb that I wanted the big boy one (the bag). Got en erection almost every time after that.

I am not sure what age it was. Maybe 7 or 8. My mother would take an enema every morning while I was growing up. When I was not in school in the summer I would be aware as she prepared her enema. She always took the enema bag out of the closet in the hall, take into the kitchen to fill it. Then she would take the full enema bag into the front bedroom to put the Vaseline on the nozzle. Then she went into the bathroom to take it sitting on the toilet. Of course that was the way she gave me my enemas. I would become aroused thinking about what she was doing. I was 16 when I got and erection while she was giving me my enema. That was the last enema she gave me. When I was 18 I had a hangover. She suggested an enema might help. I agreed to take one. She prepared the enema and as she handed me the nozzle she asked if I wanted her to give it to me. I said no. I was afraid I would get an erection and of course I did.

My mother never gave me an enema. I would occasionally find a bag hanging wet and empty in the bath tub. I used to try the nozzle out for size, because I liked the feel of it. When I was in college, I dove to my grandmother's place, as she passed away a year before. I when there and filled up a 2 qt bag, and hung it on a hook in the bathroom. I squatted down leaning against the bathroom cabinet, and inserted the nozzle. My hands were trembling as I did this, because I was about to take my first "full bag enema". I opened the clamp. I felt the rush of air, and I was startled momentarily. But then it smoothed out. And I felt the rush...I was hooked. Immediately. And I knew I would be for the rest of my life. I enema...

As a reaction to baron and rjrpilot, I believe anyone, male or female reacts to the insertion and the rush sexually. What a terrific feeling!

klyster3

As a young boy in the mid-'50s, I was introduced to "health" enemas by my grandmother who was what you would call a "true believer" in the necessity of frequent bowel cleansings. Her goal in the bathroom always seemed to be to completely purge all waste from my colon (from one end to the other) so I learned to submit to receiving several very warm and very soapy enemas from her before my grandmother was satisfied that the job had been done "properly". In order to insure that my anus would not become sore and irritated while I was expelling the purgative solutions she employed during my treatments, she always took considerable care to thoroughly lubricate my anal opening and the inside of my rectum with lots of Vaseline. To this day, I'm not entirely sure which I enjoyed the most - being on my hands and knees while she slowly administered a big, soapy, embarrassing enema (which I soon decided that I very much wanted from her) - or the lengthy preparation that came both before and after each of my enemas with her well lubed finger turning and probing deep inside my rectum (which was "heavenly"). My memory of the very first time I received an enema (at age four) was that I was terribly embarrassed by having absolutely no control over my bowels....and that I couldn't wait for the next time I would be led, naked and trembling quietly inside with anxious anticipation, to the bathroom for a repeat performance. The exciting and "taboo" feeling of my grandmother's long finger moving up inside my well lubricated rectum....followed by the delightful flow of warm, soapy water squirting deep and high up inside my colon, until my belly was achingly full and I was desperate for permission to use the toilet awakened strange feelings of.... what?... "yearning"... "desire"... "dependence"? All I knew, at that young and highly impressionable age, was that something suddenly "clicked" in my mind and I was never the same person since that very first time I received an enema. So the question here might well be: Is it possible for a boy of "that age" to have sexual feelings? I honestly believe, based on my own experience, that the answer is "yes". I think that I should also note here that I never, ever spoke of my desire or my enjoyment of enemas to my grandmother and definitely not my parents... out of a fear that she would stop giving them to me. The things that happened to me in the bathroom became my very carefully guarded "secret". And, a result of my early experiences, I became hopelessly anal-erotic from my childhood years onward throughout my life... "straight" - but permanently anally oriented in my adult sexual needs and preferences.

I started playing Dr. around age 4 and enjoyed inserting things into anus. Around age 9 I found mom's bulb enema syringe and would take into bath tub every time I took a bath. I remember my first orgasm while holding an enemas and just love to cum while holding to this day also love the full feeling so the more the better can take 6 qt's when fully cleaned out. Always looking for a playmate in S.E. Wisconsin

Eenemas and sex always went together for me...After 41 years of playing with the bag, I still to this day get an erection. Of course, back in the day, Mom gave me my enemas. But, that actually leaves me cold (Freud would have a field day with this). But if a man gives me an enema, all bets are off. I become so aroused! When i was young and still a solo act, i would fantasize about a big burly man readying the equipment, hanging the bag and making me strip. In the fantasy, he is always clothed or at least in underwear and there is no other sexual "play". just filling me over and over again. I hope I haven't insulted the ladies here, not intended at all, this is just one gay guys untltimate fantasy.

I enjoyed occasional enema play as a variant when I was in my teens and as a young adult. These were strictly solo events. I also enjoyed occasional anal play since my late teens, also solo. As I grew older I enjoyed it more frequently until it evolved in to a regular activity. The next step was that I met a regular male partner who introduced me to enemas as a prelude to our anal sex sessions. Sexually speaking, that was the most enjoyable and exciting time of my life. Enemas became erotic forplay as much as a necessary prelude to enjoyable and comfortable anal sex. I no longer have the luxury of a regular male partner but still enjoy occasional enemas for relaxation and erotic pleasure. I've never administered enemas to anyone but my wife but I think I'd like to find a male partner and give it a try.

I learned about enemas and sex thankfully due to a wonderful aunt I had growning up. Mom rarely ever gave me an enema, but usually sent me to see my aunt, since she was a nurse. This began in about the 8th grade for me and I can remember many many times lying across her lap and feeling my penis come to life as she would very slowly and deeply lube me up for the enema. My erection would slide right between her thighs, and she would always close them around me when she noticed this. During the enema, she would usually work the nozzle (the old black curved one) in and out causing me to move up and down on her lap and very casually she would scratch my balls with her fingernails. That was usually all that it took for me to explode right there, and all she ever said was something like "there we go...that should help you too". She continued giving me enemas and MUCH more until I was 28 years old and I miss her very much.

I had made the connection in my teens, but it was a nurse girlfriend who made the connection that I wasn't alone in that feeling. She surprised me with having the equipment all ready after a date, and I didn't have a choice. That was fine by me. It was a hot and steamy adventure and a bit too short lived. Since then, I have made the connection for my wife.

I also made the connection in my teens as I have stated in other posts. My first wife accepted my interests, and reading in Penthouse I became aware that others were also interested. Having hated them on the occasion when I got them as a child, this somehow evolved into and true turn-on for me. It was only with advent of the internet that I discovered there are so many with whom I share this interest.

Right after I got married .we talked about it and never did anything before we got married and one night she brought up the subject .She purchased the equipment and was hiding it and was hoping for me to find it which I did .That was the best night that we had, learning something new and exciting and doing something erotic and different .So now its a regular thing we have in our sex life