When did you realize enemas turned you on?

The enema my dad gave me was in itself uneventful but as the years went on i slowly embellished the experience. by the time i fully understood sexual mechanics the act of being penetrated became mixed in with or maybe confused with "daddy's enema"! the enema became a secret, naughty and exciting thought. i was also from the start very analy erotic which probably helped the mix. i am not even sure i want an enema, i just like the excitment that thought and word produce.

I really didn't like the enemas at 1st but by age 11 or 12 they really started to excite me, I remember giving them to myself every alone chance I had and masturbating, I have been hooked ever since.

As a horny teenager, getting a chubby when thinking about enemas was a given.

That chubby really came to life in those days the first time I sampled a very warm enema. On one rare occasion, I had the house to myself for a while on a Saturday morning.

That day, for the first time I felt warm bubbling happening deep inside after flowing up there.

Hooked.

Thinking back still makes me tingle.

Lingering on that memory makes ... makes me... uh, I'll be right back ?

I was 19 years old. My first gay meet up with an older guy. Hey you gotta start somewhere. We started talking and eventually about how sex between two men works. He took me to the bathroom and gave me my first enema (or at least flush with a hose). I got hard instantly. We dated for years, eventually this would become a ritual. Enema, plugged, diaper, cuddles, sex, cuddles, plugged and back in a diaper.

I wish I could stay 19 forever :-)

I wish I could stay 19 forever :-)

Yes, we all do.

And I myself really, really do. Probably the best year of my entire life (for numerous reasons).

Nineteen? Oh my god not me! My best year was in my early forties. Matured in my profession and my life. Happily married with a small child. Youth is wasted on the young.

By 12. I was enjoying taking them alone.

I love to give enemas now, & I love to get them. As I reported earlier, & as others have mentioned, I felt they were "special" from the start. What really obsessed me, though, was giving. From the time I gave the first one to my first girlfriend, I always "get hard" when I'm giving. I've often wondered what the connection is to that feeling, desire, whatever. Many times, I would want to give an enema more than I wanted sex with that person. I did a good deal of medfetish play, & I told every one of my play partners they'd have to have two or three enemas before the exam was completed. Strangely, I can't recall anyone ever turning me down, which is weird, if you think about it, since enemas are not part of a "standard exam." You can imagine going into the doc's office, & seeing the bag waiting and ready to be filled. Some women seemed eager, others very reluctant (my favorite), but nobody ever refused. Anybody else, giver or receiver, with similar experiences?

I thinking 12 or 13 is when it changed from just being naughty to being nice, really really nice. Been at it ever since

I started having sexual feelings from getting enemas around age 12 but I had my very first orgasm at age 15 as I was being given a hot, soapsud enema. I was grunting and breathing fast as it happened and I recall that Mom had been raising and lowering the bag. I was very embarrassed that my Mother was right in front of me; however, there was no way it could have been prevented.

Even before I understood what was happening, I enjoyed the tingle in my bottom when I was getting or giving myself an enema. Then one day about the time of puberty, while I was giving myself an enema laying on my back my wrist was brushing my mound as I reached between my legs. The good feelings in front started building as I filled with water. My left hand took over rubbing the area and as they say, the rest is history. I liked the feeling of the enema going into me and I had recently learned to masturbate, but now the two together were the best!

Like Cheryl said, I had pleasant but unknown feelings from an enema well before I made the sexual connection. Why else would I give myself an enema when I was a young boy just because it felt good and I wanted one. I was giving myself enemas with the red bulb well before I learned to jack-off. But then, as Cheryl said, the two together were something on another level. But even so, while I had no problem admitting I did jack-off to my friends there was no way I was going to tell them I did it while giving myself an enema. I don't know anybody who did.

I had an early fascination with my bottom and all of the wonderful and mysterious sensations of insertion as early as 4-5 years of age, but it was not until the enema doctor in military school started doing his "clean outs" with a long orange colon tube each time at the age of 9-10 years old, that I had my first real love of the feelings in side deep. The tube would make that 1st bend and when the second bend would give way, I had the most funny internal feeling that I had ever felt. Was I turned on ? I would say yes, as it was then as well, that I started noticing erections and the strong funny feeling of ejaculation on the table that took place for my 1st official orgasm. Some us mature early...I was most fortunate to experience this then, as it was a very lonely time in my youth and this gave me something to which I could look forward longingly and know I would be well cared for.

It was from that moment on, that I started (living for) it seemed...the next cleaning out, sometimes, misbehaving and getting enough demerits, that I would be required to see Dr. Crawford in the clinic, at which time I would watch him prepare the Ivory soap bar in the rather hot steaming water, presented then, in the blue striped white enamel 2 quart can each time.

I honestly became preoccupied with this obsession to the point of not being able to concentrate on my studies too well. There was usually a spanking following and THAT, I did not enjoy at all, but the gentleness following, was always worth getting through it all for me.

I remember clearly as well, there would be other cadets that would actually come down to the clinic and request the same when I was laying on the table receiving my treatment. There was only one treatment table in that tiny clinic and he would send the cadets back to class at times, so as to not have them standing around in the hallway. One, would usually be allowed to wait inside while another was being irrigated, but no more than one at a time as I remember.

I remember witnessing others getting their treatments as well and it became a very shameful pleasure for sure, that I could not quite figure out at the time as to why I was so attracted to this procedure.

It was not like any one ever set me down and explained these things to me so we were on our own, to make sense of it all.

Things progressed from then on after leaving that year in the institution, to experimenting on my own and I was forever passionately drawn to rectal insertions of both tubes and warm water to this very day. It is NO LESS, the indescribable lovely sensation today, all these years later!

Simply amazes me still ! I would prefer a nice long enema, to most any other little sensational pleasures available in life. Who needs drugs or other artificial stimulants, when warm water & a long tube is possible? Certainly not me!

Oh, and as an aside, I was around 25 years of age when I had an unexplainable urge to contact this doctor of many years past to thank him, for introducing me to such a wonderful experience and lifelong pleasure...I was devastated to find out that he had recently passed on. I did not then, get the opportunity to personally thank him and it saddened me for some time.

I hope he knew deep down, how much he helped us youngsters to have something to carry forward into this life, that would be of such benefit over all these years. Thank you again then...

After adolescence I realized that, due to my constipation, I had to get used to enemas. Mum and grandma thought we were safe and fast enema for them, but also for me ... it happened a few times, while entering the straw, I thought of an older friend of mine who was penetrating her pussy. But when I felt the hot chamomile in my anus I came back to reality ...... they were just doing me an enema because I hadn't been in the bathroom alone for a few days and needed help 😢 😢

Allie80,

I realize you're married long term from your Profile and posts. It says you like anal sex and butt plugs, but also that you like to Receive Discipline and Give Submission. I'm actually a long term Switch and love taking submissive enemas from my Switch Domme ex. If I read that right, do you and your husband Switch? What sort of erotic D/s do you enjoy, enemas or something else? Whatever it is, you certainly write that you both have a lovely erotic time - I'm glad. Thanks,

Eric

Lol Eric, you are funny.

I'm not sure that I would be into switching, I just don't think that is my thing. I would much rather be dominated than dominate. My sex life is pretty vanilla, I guess. Satisfying, but vanilla. All my naughty stuff has been mostly solo. I've been with a few guys who have been on the naughty side, but now all my naughty stuff has been mostly solo. Sounds like you have had fun Eric ?

Allie

I started having sexual feelings from getting enemas around age 12 but I had my very first orgasm at age 15 as I was being given a hot, soapsud enema. I was grunting and breathing fast as it happened and I recall that Mom had been raising and lowering the bag. I was very embarrassed that my Mother was right in front of me; however, there was no way it could have been prevented.

Mom's Egirl,

So from your description, it sounds like during your enema your Mom also knew you were having an orgasm? The grunting and breathing fast wasn't just from the enema? The orgasm was spontaneous just from the enema without you touching anything? Did she say anything about it or just let you get through it without comment?

Thanks,

Eric

I started to get sexual feeling from having an enema early in my life. When I was married I finally worked up the courage to tell my wife the feeling that a bulb enema gave me.

She was reluctant at first because some ham fisted nurse had giver her an enema when she was pregnant. She used a foot pump and it was not very gentle and it hurt her.

But over the years she would help me out when I was constipated or sick. Or if I was stressed she would do me with the bulb.

The enema would excite, me and I would masturbate as she syringed me with an 8 ounce bulb syringe.

I would cum before the last one was pumped into me. For over 40 years the enema has turned me on ,I love a good soap enema.

Cheers Will 44

As a little boy my mom found the excuse to give me an enema anytime I was not feeling well. She would fill the bag with 2 quarts of warm soapy water and have me get on my hands and knees and insert the small enema nozzle then fill my bowls till no more would go in . Then let it work in me till she thought I should expel. After that the enema bag would hang in the bathroom so everyone would know I got a big enema . I started giving myself enemas around 10 when no one was home just to feel the water fill me up and then enjoy the empty feeling afterwards.

At a very young. When my body started to respond to the situation and stimulation by causing arousal to be the dominant feeling.

Welcome to Zity @carrie_behave. You're in the right place.

For me, I was in my teens. I had started to read about anal masturbation which lead me to look into enemas and anal douching to avoid any messes during anal play. Which lead me to buy a bulb and bag enema. After a few sessions, I started to really enjoy the who process of giving myself an enema. Sometimes I had more fun using the bulb than my makeshift anal toys.

That is when it dawned on me.

Even though I grew up in America I never was given an enema as a child. It was only about the time I was 14 or 15 when I played with the combi-bag I found in the bathrrom cupboard while my folks we out that I had my first bag enema. I was hooked. I love the ritual of getting ready and getting bag, nozzle, and lube all out, as well as the process of taking a couple of bags. I masturbate the whole time I take a bag, but save my orgasm for when I'm all finished. I never have a greater volume of semen than I do after a nice warm enema!

I was at a friends house when i was probably 13 and I remember seeing his sister come out of her room in a robe and watched the mom lead her into hallway bathroom carrying the red bag. I don't think they knew I was in her brothers room, so I stayed quiet and listened to her beg not to get it. Soon after i heard the water running and the mother ordered her to lay face down on the towel and soon after you could her the moaning followed by take it out take it out I'm full. The mom was taking none of it as she said she needs to take the entire bag or they will have to keep repeating until she does. She was so load as the enema continued it made me hard as a rock.

As far as enemas being very sexual, I had a suspicion from about age 7-8 when I discovered mom’s rubber enema bag constantly hanging in her bathroom, and I already knew I loved rubber clothes and shoes (sneakers) on women. I didn’t realize that my intense attraction for the enema bag and nozzle, the rubber suits and sneakers was actually overtly sexual until about 15. Since I was too young to learn to SCUBA dive yet, my interest in women in rubber was largely limited to girls Keds sneakers, on my middle school classmates, mostly on cheerleaders. Starting in 7th grade, I saw girls at school in white canvas and rubber Keds every Fri when the cheerleaders wore their uniforms to school. I just really loved watching them and being near them. I was SO painfully shy that even though I knew I liked girls, going out on a date or even getting to First Base (kissing - US slang) was as far as my thinking (and thus eroticism) went. Even so, through 7th-9th grades I suspected more and more that my love for them in sneakers was actually erotic and sexual. I rarely thought about rubber clothes and almost never about enemas. Finally sometime in 9th grade at age 15 I had my first orgasm masturbating in the bathtub one night. Within a day or two of that seminal (no pun intended) event, I suddenly realized that 1) the enema bag and nozzle and the rubber it was made from made me MUCH more horny, and 2) the next time I saw a girl in clean Keds sneakers it also made me MUCH more horny.

Within a few days of the first bathtub orgasm at 15, I started masturbating to orgasms on my parents’ bed, and in another day or two I added the enema bag with long douche nozzle. The first time I just had an orgasm with the nozzle up my butt, which was spectacular, and before the next orgasm I put about a pint of water in the bag and took it before the orgasm. That one was even more spectacular, and so at 15 I knew for sure that all those things I liked - nozzles, enemas, rubber and sneakers - were all undoubtedly and intensely sexual. I never looked back. As I got older into my 20’s I added more and more sneakers, larger nozzles, more enema volume and eventually butt plugs and enema balloon catheters and rubber clothes. My wetsuit collection began in 1975 at 23 when I finally learned to SCUBA dive at my university. The first time I ever told a GF about loving rubber and sneakers and enemas and actually got her to let me fuck her in them was about age 26 when I was dating a girl who was already a diehard SCUBA diver and loved wearing her rubber wetsuit and sneakers when she dived. Her first enema from me was in the bathtub to be safe and I gave her a masturbated orgasm holding the enema. Her second enema was wearing her wetsuit jacket lying on our bathroom rug and we had PIV intercourse with her holding her enema and getting all delightfully erotically sweaty under her wetsuit as we fucked.

Her first words after recovering from her orgasm with me still lying on her were “I gotta shit!” so I let her get up and watched her expel her enema on the commode, still wearing her rubber wetsuit jacket.

The rest is history, still with a strong libido (even if poorer erections) and all my kinks intact at 69. In fact, writing this has made me very seriously think about an enema a few minutes from now.

Eric