When did you realize enemas turned you on?

When I was eight years old and took my first enema by myself i knew it made me feel really good.

I was aware from the age of 7 or 8 that I was fascinated and like putting things in mine and other kids. Since I had had enemas. that was something else that went into bottoms. It was a couple of years later that enemas took on a fascination all their own.

Got one for constipation when I wa about 7...........................been sticking stuff up my ass since............especially water

I loved to stick things in my butt as early as age 6. The bag which always hung on the bathroom door fascinated me and by age 12 when I learned to masturbate I had already become quite proficient at giving myself enemas. After age 12 enemas and orgasms just seemed to go together.

Not sure of age.... 10, 11, 12? For me it was a case of dreading enemas so much that I became curious about the horrible feeling of the enema nozzle going into me. So I began playing by inserting just a nozzle.... after a time (weeks, month?) I did so with an empty open-top enema bag attached to the nozzle, as I found it made it more scary/exciting... and so you can guess the progression that followed...

My memory is vague. I remember playing with the enema tip to my mother's combination syringe, inserting and moving it in-and-out and around, while I masturbated, or just for the pleasant sensation, when I was eleven. In my later teen years, when I knew I was going to have privacy for an extended period, I gave myself enemas a few times purely for sexual stimulation. I think I was married and in my mid to late twenties before I actually realized I had an enema fetish.

The first enema I remember being given I found very pleasurable. I was pre-school. I remember that I knew what it was, and that I didn't hesitate when told I had held back too long and was going to be given an enema.... From that I assume I never had an enema I didn't enjoy. Some are better than others, but I have loved them all.

At about 5. I found an old enema hose in the basement. My parents used to hang onto things that might be used for something else. Ha, little did they know what I was up to.

I used to push the hose up a water faucet and the other end up my butt. I used a bathroom at the far end of the house. It had two separate faucets. I had to hope I got a lot in quickly before the water got way cold. I took some great enemas that way. Then, at about 11, I could jerk off, and by then I had found the regular old 2 qt. red enema bag.

By about 13 or 14 I was filling it up twice. 2 qt's just weren't enough. Anytime home alone I was having myself a really good enema! As I got older they were huge, usually about 4 qts. in my teens, and I had incredible jerk off sessions.

Well my last enema from my parents was about 2 days after I turned 10, and I remember I hated getting it then and I put up a massive fuss. But I guess something clicked in me all of a sudden at around 16 when all of a sudden I started having fantasies about them..... And then bought my first bag at 19. It's weird, I hate getting them but I get aroused at same time when I know I need one and have to take it.

Well, my mom told me that I had my first enema when I was about two hours old! She told me that as a young child I was frequently constipated and she gave me an enema whenever necessary. I never remember a time when the bag was not available whenever I wanted/needed it. Now, at a much older age the bag is hidden in the linen closet and my wife makes it a big deal when I use it. She was "curious" as to why I needed an enema so frequently and I finally told her that I wanted one as much as needing one. That turned out to be a huge step in getting her to accept my enema usage. She finally understood "want" vs. "need". Things are a lot less tense now when the bag comes out of its hiding place.

I was in my late teens. I had given myself an enema to relieve my constipation. A soapy, very warm one. I held it for a while to loosen the feces. After I expelled and went back to my bedroom, I realized that I was very sexually stimulated. I had not had an enema in about 8 years (pre-puberty). I got out my vibrator and with in 5 seconds I orgasmed like I had never done on my life.

The first time I was given one by my mother. I was about 6 or 7. Something about it felt really good and I haven't stopped playing with my butt since. I started taking enemas myself at about 12 and have always found the experience to be sexually arousing.

I was a little late in "connecting the dots" between enemas and being turned on. The reason? I didn't receive many enemas growing up so I didn't have a chance for my feelings to evolve.

But in my late teens, on a whim and after the advice of a girlfriend, I decided to try an enema (during a period of severe constipation) using my mom's douche bag and the short enema nozzle I found in the box. That first experience excited a little "tickle" down there and that was the beginning of my enjoyment of enemas. Having a real enema that first time so consumed my senses from all of the new sensations I was experiencing that I didn't go all the way to orgasm, but got close. After that day, I couldn't wait to try another enema. And I did...the next day! This time I masturbated furiously while I was filling with warm water and had a mind-blowing orgasm. My body literally quaked on the bathroom floor as the orgasm overtook me while the enema continued to flow into my rectum.

From that day forward, I became a devotee of enemas. Not only for the therapeutic benefits, but also for the sensual thrills they provide.

I think I'll have an enema now!

Have fun and play safe!

Deb

I'm a bit of a slow starter with this too. In my late teens or early twenties I realized that I really enjoyed the feeling of warm water rushing into my butt. I was already enjoying anal play, but this took it to a whole new level and I have not looked back.

I think I might have been 5. It could have been at an earlier age and I just don't remember it because as far back as I can remember, I have always enjoyed it. I don't remember it ever just being a lightbulb going on. It just always was.

I never received enemas as a child but, I was aware of them from around the age of ten. By the time I was thirteen I was masturbating and using enemas in my fantasies. At fifteen I finally gave myself one; I have never looked back.

I was in my late teen. After doing an enema my pussy was literally throbbing. It took like 3 seconds with my vibe to send me into orgasm. Wow.

I was 17 and being given my first large volume enema from a neighbor. She was slowly sliding the nozzle in and out as I watched the red bag go down.

About age 9 I found it easier to submit to an Enema that to complain and fight it. About the same time my Dad took over the Enema task from Mom and he taught me how to breathe and hold Soapsuds for it to 'work' properly. That sense of pride kept me going until my early teens and I seldom used Enemas until I went away to college, taking my old combo bag along, "just in case." Either our ot "need" or to satisfy a deep "urge." Just short of my 18th birthday, I mixed up some warm soapy water and had my first Enema in five or six years. The sexual connection was instantaneous and very enduring.

I imagine I was around 10 or maybe earlier. I do know this for sure once I found I was turned on by enemas I have taken them from then on. My love of enemas has never lessened.

Bill

I was 30 and was given an enema from a nurse in hospital,my cook went so hard and later I took a soft small rubbersheet and masturbated

I was 12. I started masterbating at 10. First time I ever got off all I did was stick a crayon up my but and left it there for about a hr and I layed down the whole time and when I stood up I had my first orgasum. I started enemas after I watched a child birth video and saw them give the mom a enema before birth. Tried it with a squirt bottle loved it and away I went. When I was 13 I was doing no less than 3qt to 4qt enemas at one time with the spicket on the kitchen faucet. ID time how long it take to full a 2 liter bottle of pop and double it. All I do when I look at porn is normally watch enema porn. My x use to talk about enemas and suppositories during sex to really get me hot n going.

I was in my early 20's when I took my first enema. I was turned on as soon as I inserted the nozzle and started the flow!

I stopped fighting enemas around age eight or so and began sneaking enemas soon after whenever the opportunity arose. I was always erect before and during an enema and in my ignorance took it to mean that I needed the enema. My parents kept me in the dark about sex and reproduction so when I entered puberty in 1962 I had no inkling of what it was truly about. What I recall of those years was an undefined urge to take an enema. The hot water filling my bowels felt wonderful and my cock was rigid beyond belief. I'd sometimes parade around the apartment with a douche nozzle up my butt marveling at the size and stiffness of my penis. I never stroked it that I can recall and I never orgasmed while doing an enema.

This changed when a school friend began hinting about erections and girls. He was about a half a year older than I was and had gone through puberty. One day he asked me about all the things that got me erect. I think we had our pants down too. His cock was semi-erect while mine was completely flaccid. Without pausing I told him that enemas always made me erect. He asked to see, so I got out my secret bulb enema and gave myself a few squirts of warm water right there in the bedroom. My penis erected immediately and matched his in length and girth.

After a bit of back and forth, he told me The Facts of Life and told me that ejaculating felt really good. I told him I'd wouldn't know about that. The next time we were together he told me he'd jack me off so I could have an orgasm. His fist worked on me for several minutes until I orgasmed. Having been shown the way, I started masturbating nightly. When the next opportunity for an enema came along it was natural to jerk off during the enema. The resulting climax was orders of magnitude above what I'd up to then had experienced.

Very early, although at first it was embarrassing and painful-- yet exciting. Once puberty set in, the sight of asses excited me, and I started 'fucking myself'. This was the big change. Depending how masochistic I feel-- from a lot to zero-- ot a;; hits the spot. (Humor?)

Wow thats hot like it cold

By age 8 they turned me on. I started masturbating at 8. By 9, I started sneaking my grandmother's OT syringe and filling myself up, as I jerked off. The orgasms were volcanic!

A compassionate nurse aware that my quiet moans were telling, said softly, "I know, just go with it." I was 22, and it was a life-changing experience.

Many years have passed, but the memories are still here.

It was the summer of 1959, and I was ten years of age; my parents noticed a small lump showing on my back; a visit to the hospital where my brother had been treated for clubbed feet revealed it to be a shoulder blade, and my parents were told that if something wasn't done, I'd end up in a wheelchair and referred to as Quasimodo.

So I went into hospital two days after Christmas, and into a body cast from the top of my head to just above the knees (with a small wooden bar between the thighs for traction) the next day. Ten days later, six vertebrae were fused surgically, Almost needless to say, my digestive system slowed up due to the antibiotics and inactivity, despite laxatives and several disposable enemas, sommetimes administered by a nervous young male nurse.

But on the third night after the surgery, two mature female nurses came into the pediatric ward (which I had to myself that night; it was a Sunday) and brought with them what I was too young to recognize as an irrigating can. They explained that a little warm water and soap might work better than the squeeze-bottles, and propped me up on two hassocks, on my back with a bedpan underneath.

The ladies appeared to be enjoying their job, but there was no "inappropriate touching", such as lubing my little "rosebud" with a finger, and I don't recall any arousal in my "water works" which wouldn't sprout any hair for nearly five more years -- I was very much a "late bloomer" sexually. And since I'd experienced very little penetration -- not even rectal temps -- it wasn't until one of the ladies prodded in the hole cut to allow my stomach to expand after eating and commented "Better stop; he's getting pretty full." that I realized I had been taking on water for a couple of minutes.

After I had expelled, and with better effect than the disposables, the two ladies left and spent quite a while kibitzing at the desk. But the irrigator and nozzle had been left in plain sight, and I began to wonder how this penetration of an intimate part of my body could leave me feeling a lot better.

A few years later, as Mother Nature finally made up for lost time, I found an unused combination-type bag in a cabinet, and began to experiment with myself. And by the time I finished college and began a job which would keep me moving around for a few years, I had my own equipment, usually stored in the trunk of my car.

It was the beginning of a long and satisfying arrangement.

I was around 16 (Im 18 now) when I "realized" enemas turned me on.