When did you realize enemas turned you on?

Just a wild guess but I think while getting an enema from my mother, my little 5-6 year old dick would get hard while lying across my mom's bare legs as she filled me with her little red bulb. I wasn't sure what was going on but, boy, I remember, I really liked it.

When I was 4 & 5, my parents had a nurse come out & give me enemas because I had high fevers with tonsillitis. I hated them. They were painful and humiliating. But they awoke my sexuality and I was always going around with my hand in my pants (and freaking my mother out). I don't think I thought about enemas again until I was an adult, but they became my main sexual fantasy. I don't know whether someone else giving me one would turn me on or shut me down, but I've had some impressive orgasms by letting the enema in just as I was coming from masturbating. I either squeezed a bulbful in or emptied a douchebag into me or (the best one) opened the clamp on the tube of a bag at ceiling height while I was on the floor, just as I began to come. The sudden expansion of my rectum with warm water magnified my orgasm 10-fold. Mmmmmmm!

I went through a period where I was giving myself rectal douche orgasms in my bedroom, then discovered that a peeping tom had been watching me through my BR window. Kinda freaked me out because he also tried to get in the house by taking a screen off, but the police caught him later and I kept my doors and windows locked from then on. I sure wouldn't have wanted any direct contact with him, but thinking about being watched giving myself an enema orgasm is pretty titillating.

Oh realized after reading about it in pornography that's what I wanted. I was 33 at the time. However, no dice from my wife. So my first enema was a fleet enema on the bathroom floor. I'm jealous of all of you, particularly SUSANM74, and your loving stories of parents administered red bag enemas.

I can't remember a time when enemas didn't turn me on! My mother was a big believer in them when we were children. She was a very beautiful woman, and somehow made them a very sensual experience by her gentleness and loving care. So I never thought of them as punishment, but rather a special, private experience administered by someone who was taking care of me.

I knew they were hot by the time I was in kindergarten. I wondered what my teacher would look like with a nozzle in her ass.

My mom gave me enemas when I was 7,8,9? I didn’t know what sexual arousal was. I do know that I didn’t mind getting them. I still didn’t know what sexual arousal was at 11 when an older friend BF ‘d me real good one night. I didn’t mind that either. After that night, I started sticking everything I could up my butt, starting with the red enema bulb that my mom left in the bathroom. It didn’t take long until I figured out that I could squirt a few bottles-full up my butt, lie there on my left side, and JO until the “waves” hit and then have a way much more intense orgasmic experience than I would have without the enema. The rest is, as they say, history.

Right about age 15. Mom had given me a few enemas as a child probably between age 6-12, but very few. I recall not objecting and probably enjoying them, but had no idea they were sexual. I discovered my first orgasm at age 15 in the tub one night. Very shortly thereafter I made the connection to enemas and rectal play. My mom had her amber real rubber enema bag hanging in her bathroom for many years, and I always loved the smell of the rubber. After a few days of having a few orgasms, I thought it would be fun to push her douche nozzle up inside of me. As soon as I did, and at the same time handled the rubber enema bag, I found that the rectal stimulation, the subsequent enema, and the rubber bag texture and aroma were all making my orgasms stronger and more fun.

I had loved rubber since about age 8 (1960) from watching women on the US TV show Sea Hunt walk around and SCUBA dive in shiny black rubber wetsuits and rubber sneakers. However, I didn't know it was sexual until age 15 after having my first orgasms and then mixing the feel and aroma of the rubber enema bag and my Keds sneakers with the masturbation. Anal play, enemas, rubber and sneakers have remained major aphrodisiacs or kinks/fetishes ever since then.

Eric

I confess to being a very late bloomer re enema pleasure. I think it is all about slow and sensual for me and I was introduced to enemas that way when I was over 50 years old. That first, at least in my memory, enema session included a lovely massage and bath in a two person tub with bubbles with a giver who promised to introduce me gently to that world. I think I must have been 55 or 56 at the time and he, over 70 and well experienced as a giver. I became a convert in a very short time. Sadly, my husband is not into enemas either as a giver or a receiver, so I am stuck waiting for hidden opportunities elsewhere. Solo enemas, even when possible, just are not the same for me.

I got my first enema when I was about 5 or 6 years old . I got all backed up and had a tummy ache. It was at a hospital by a couple of nuns. I loved it . There was something about the water going inside that felt good , obviously it was not sexual at that age I just know I liked it. 2 weeks later I had another one for same reason and I enjoyed it again ,I knew that I liked the feeling of something in my a butt. Mom never gave me another one again .

I grew up in the time when enemas were common place, for some reason I never got another one from her. I think she was embarrassed. So when I was 12 I found my parents enema bag and when I was all alone i decided to use it. I will never forget it . The bag was a big blue pumpkin bag. Filled it all the way up, slipped the nozzle in and click the flow began in just a few seconds I had a raging

Hard on I could not believe how good it felt. Of course being the horny little boy I was I started stroking my cock and came in no time shooting all over. It was amazing to say the least. I was hooked from then on. Every time I was alone it was enema time ,I just could not get enough. I have been enjoying them for 40 years or so and I still enjoy them . I will probably die taking a hot and soapy. I just love a good enema.

...I loved it . There was something about the water going inside that felt good , obviously it was not sexual at that age I just know I liked it.

Not necessarily. It may not express itself in the same way sexual things do starting around puberty, but it can still be sexual.

I discovered at a young age i enjoyed a finger in my bottom while i masterbated. I tried an old douche/enema bag i found in the basement to clean myself out before I put my finger in. I was in love with the enema the moment that first splash of warm water hit my insides.

When I was about five and a half, my neighbor (a year older than me) and I found his parents' combination bottle and gave each other enemas. He didn't especially like them, but I was hooked! Still filling and enjoying close to seventy years later.

When I found out what 'turn on' meant, i was like, OOOOOOOOHHH now I understand! So THAT'S why I WANT to take enemas!

When did you realize enemas turned you on?

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

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LisaK said

When I found out what 'turn on' meant, i was like, OOOOOOOOHHH now I understand! So THAT'S why I WANT to take enemas!

So . . . . WHEN did you realize that enemas turned you on? Was it after you had an orgasm in front of your father while you were holding an enema?

How old were you?

At 18 when I started enemas (well the bag) and was very wet as a result. As for liking things anal, I was 15 or so when I found a non-working digital thermometer and put it into my heiney. I did fleets since I was 12-18 on myself alone so I'd say those puberty years really at 12 I'd say.

HUGS,

Megan

Chef wrote,

I discovered at a young age i enjoyed a finger in my bottom while i masterbated. I tried an old douche/enema bag i found in the basement to clean myself out before I put my finger in. I was in love with the enema the moment that first splash of warm water hit my insides.

I wrote my experience below a few days ago, learning at age 15 that enemas could be profoundly sexual. Just to embellish slightly, paraphrasing from the later poster, "......I was in love with enemas and the nozzle the moment that first splash of warm water hit my insides." Indeed. Haven't stopped since age 15.

Eric

It was during early Puberty.

Before I had knowingly been turned on!'

Probably 10 or 11 when I first became aware of the whole issue of arousal and what it was.

I may have been 5 or 6 years old.

I never got the bulb, always the bag.

I got them from my grandmother but mom was in the bathroom as well. She used an amber bag with gussetts on the sides, and attached to the hose was a black curved douche nozzle.They were hot, soapy, fast flowing, and non stop! ....Oh! and the metal hose clamps had only 2 positions. Full ON or Full Off!

When I got up off the bathroom floor to rush to expel, mom noticed I was erect. She seemed concerned as she commented to my grandmother. I interupted with a remark that I get like the when I have to pee.

As a 5 or 6 year old, you can see how I could have thought that be an honest answer.

But as the weeks went by, I'd find myself in the classroom deep in fantasy, giving them to my 1st grade teacher. She always looked great in her 2 pc business suit with the srtight skirt, stockings and black pumps with tall heels. and again would get hard & erect, just by the very thought.......no, i didnt have to pee.

That has not changed, I'm still attracted by ladies dressed like that.

I guess like many here, I found them erotic way before ever knowing what erotic was.

Around 12-13. I also discovered how much I enjoy anal play as well. I started with a Fleet enema during this time period. I didn’t progress to a red bag until my college years. The only arousal I got from the Fleet enema was the insertion. Never knew what I was missing when I started doing bag enemas.

I am in the big group of those who used to hate suppositories and enemas as a kid when mom decided to administer them to me. Still I started enjoying those pretty soon, first just when talking to a cousin of mine, then experimenting on myself, when I was about 15.

I still remember the thrill of trying that, and since then this constipation remedies never failed to give me the best erection, both in terms of how hard I was and for the duration of the excitement that seems to go on forever, as long as I play.

Even though I only started playing at 15 and as a kid I hated them, I would honestly say that I was conscious of feeling the fascination of suppositories and enemas for several years before my first attempt to introduce a glycerine suppository or an enema bulb in my own rectum.

Ah, dear old days!

I remember getting an enema from my aunt and uncle when I was about 13 and staying with them over the summer when school was out.

After a few times, I realized it started to feel good so I started to look forward to them giving me enemas for the rest of the summer

Ellie

Like most of us I guess it started at puberty time.

Once I got over being scared by the procedure, I came to enjoy the feeling as a young kid. At about age 11 I started getting turned on by them sexually and still do. Masturbation during or after became a regular thing.

Instantly fell in love, probably 8 years old

I found out around 5 years old. At first I couldn't stand them but as I received more from my aunt, I started to enjoy the ritual. Not to mention the numerous bare bottom over the knee spankings to go along with the enemas.

Enemas turned me on the first time I ever did it when I was 8 years old.

When I was very young, I had to go to the hospital for emergency surgery. I hadn't had a BM for three days after so my nurse decided that I needed enemas. After that, I struggled with wanting more anal stimulation but having been told never to touch myself there (meaning; my anus). I knew I loved what happened in the hospital and could never get that out of my mind.

After I got out on my own, I purchased an enema bag from a drug store and started putting it to good use. Hooked on enemas ever since!

I kept getting constipated as a child, and my mother's solution to that, and indeed to most illnesses, was an enema. I don't recall ever getting turned on by them, though they did stop when I hit puberty. A few years later, (this would be the 1970's) I came across a new magazine, imported from England in those days, called Penthouse. The letters to the editor of that first issue I saw contained one under the heading Special Preference, which was about the sexual joys of enemas. The instant I read that letter, I knew I wanted a woman to give me an enema, and that I'd get off on it. It took years for me to work up the courage to ask a girlfriend for one, but once I did, I never looked back.

I would say that I realized at about age 13 or 14 was when I discovered enemas turned me on. I was pulling the hose out of me after filling me up when I experienced a feeling I had never had. Later I learned that it was an orgasm. For many years I had a love of enemas. I used the little kid syringe to clean myself out many times. One day I discovered Mom's combo bag in the linen closet. From that time on I was hooked. Later I had my first experience of taking the whole 2 qts without having to expel. I loved getting that bag out and using it every time I had a chance to.

I was about 16, and had been given anesthesia for a surgery on my knee. The surgery went fine, but the anesthesia made me constipated. They wouldn't release me until I had a bm because of concerns about having a blockage, whatever that meant.

On the third day, a nurse came in blue scrubs and told me that a fleet enema had been ordered. I wanted to die.

The nurse snapped on gloves and had me lie on my side on a blue and white pad in the bed. She brought the sides of that stupid backless gown forward so that my bottom was bare. She had me bring my good knee up to my chest to expose my anus. She kept saying "I know, it doesn't feel good, but I see this stuff every day". I didn't care what she saw every day...this was something that I did not *do* every day, so I was not at all used to it. Being 16 and in a hospital, I didn't know I could refuse.

The position exposed my genitals as well as my buttocks and anus. The embarrassment at being naked from the waist down and exposed made me feel turned on. Just remembering it makes me feel warm and moist. I guess I've always enjoyed being in a position of vulnerability.

I remember looking out of the window while hearing the sound of the nurse ripping open the box that the enema came in. I felt her gentle fingers lift up my buttock to expose my anus more. I felt my vulva also part a little more, making a tiny wet sound as my vaginal opening parted slightly. The nurse rubbed some lube onto my anus, and said 'ok, pressure'. I felt a burning sensation and yes, pressure of a tube pushing my sphincter into compliance. I closed my eyes in shame and humiliation from the creepy cramping feeling of the tube going inside of me. The fluid felt cool and seemed to flood my pelvis rather than my bowels, even though it was definitely in my rectum. The nurse said "Ok, it's coming out. I need you to hold it like you're holding a bowel movement.", and she quickly retracted the nozzle. I struggled to hold it as she helped me onto a bedpan so that I could expel. I had never before had a bowel movement with someone watching me. I was mortified, but unable to stop the expulsion.

The nurse had me lift myself off of the bedpan, and then because I could not balance with the surgical wound on my leg, she spread my cheeks and wiped my anus and buttocks clean. She said 'there, that wasn't so bad, was it?'. Yes it was. It was so bad. It was awful, and yet, my clitoris was throbbing and fluid was slipping from my vagina. I am positive that when she cleaned me up, she wiped my vagina as well.

I didn't tell anyone in my family about it, but I masturbated that night, thinking of the nurse exposing me and sliding the nozzle into my body. I fantasized that the nurse had slipped a finger into my slit and stroked my clitoris while inserting the nozzle. The combination of mortification, powerlessness and excitement was electrifying.