Who NEVER had enemas as a child and likes them now?

Does anyone like enemas who never had them as a child?

I started as a child.

We had a nanny who was a nursing student. When she got to enemas in class, I became her constant practice object. I was around 6-7 and it lasted till I was somewhere around 11 when we moved.

I was deeply imprinted by this. It was never overtly sexual, although I sometimes got hard and she ignored it. My very first orgasm was over her lap shortly before we moved. I was embarassed ..she said it was normal.

I always acted like I didnt want her enemas, but really did. Constantly complained of not moving my bowels.

I loved it then and i still love it 50 years later😃

I would get them when I was a kid but not on a regular basis only when I hadn't gone in awhile. I was in my late teens when I found them again. I had really bad stomach problems and I was willing to do anything for relief. My mom asked me if I had taken an enema? I hadn't even thought about that since I was a child. And sure enough when I filled that red bag full and got the relief that I was needing I was hooked on them. I have been taking enemas for nearly thirty years now and I absolutely love it. I try different solutions and once cleaned out I go for the large volume. My wife has even taken to enjoyment of enemas but we have yet to do one together. Maybe soon.

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My mother gave me several bulb enemas when I was less than 3 years old for constipation and I agree with octane that even young kids know what feels good and what does not. In my case, the enemas were very low volume and given very gently. I never had anything but positive feelings associated with the experience. Fortunately, I did not develop an enema "habit" at that age, because, after a few enemas, my mom became concerned that they would be habit forming and switched me to chocolate treats (laxative, of course) to aid my constipation, which was gradually titered to real chocolate.

However, the anal pleasure response was already there and I started playing with my anus whenever the opportunity presented itself. As I got older, say 8 or 9, I started exploring more, rediscovered my parents' enema equipment and included it in my play.

Now I am 55 and have been giving myself enemas for pleasure most of my life. Never have done it with a partner,and am not sure I want to. Too risky -- too likely to jeopardize my marriage. Lately, though, my wife has been complaining of constipation! Opportunity may be knocking...!

I received enemas as a child. Everytime I got a fever, my mom would give me an enema.

I hated them and cryed a lot. However, I think that as I got older, the enema mystic

was fostered becouse of what happened when I was a child.

I remember reading the Special Preference letters in Penthouse in the early 1970's and realized that other people enjoyed enemas. I tried one while in college and have been a devotee ever since. Unfortunately my wife of 30 years does not share my preference.

Yes. I guess that is what started me off. I received them as a child. Later in life at about age 20 or so I rediscovered them. At first I thaough I was a prevert for enjoying them, but later learned that I was not the only one. And more so with the advent of the internet. We are enema "freaks" and we are here. 😄 :😃

The first enema I has was when I was probably 5 years old. For as long as i remember, enemas were given in bed with me laying on a rubber sheet.

Started for me around age 4 by playing Doctor (Temp taking anally) also other things inserted then around age 9 we found our mom's bulb syringe and I LOVED the feeling and would fill up as often as I could and just fell in LOVE with ENEMAS and ANAL PLAY

I had my first enema at the ahe of 24 from my PE instructor due to a severe constipation and I enjoyed the erootisism of the whole scene. It is something I'll always remember.

I remember enemas from about 6 or 7 ,althought i know i received them earlier as my mom told me i did. Mine were always given to me in the bathroom, laying on a large terry bath mat, covered with a brown rubber sheet..In the winter mom would put the "bath mat" in the dryer to make iwarm before my enemas...I would be completely naked, and she would sit on the floor behind me as i lay on my side..She would lube my rectum with her finger, taking time to "relax" me so the nozzle would go in easier..Boy did that sure feel good...Then after inserting the nozzle (the large adult one) she would have me turn to my back and bend my legs some..Then the enema would begin.And I'd look up at that big red enema bag hanging from the towel rod.swinging as it emptied its contents into my bowels..Mom would massage my tummy to make that "warm crampy feeling" go away..That felt good also..by 9 I was getting a "stiffie" as she called it , and she sometimes brushed against that as she massaged my tummy...

After the enema was in. She would remove the nozzle and have me lean against her and she would insert a finger to "help hold the enema in" as it did its work...I remember feeling the warmth of her against me and how it felt to have her finger in me..She would rock back and forth as she did that. and I would close my eytes and just relax...

After I finished expelling she would return to the bathroom and prepare an enema for herself..Taking it after i left the bathroom...

Sometimes I'd sneak back up the hall and listen outside the door..A few times I actually got up the courage to knock on the door and tell her i needed to go poopy some more..As we only had one bathroom, she would tell me to come in..Mom would be naked on her knees leaning over the edge of the tub, a folded towel under her neck and her knees..THe enema bag was hung from the towel rod just as for me, and as i sat on the toilet i could see it emptying into her..Shew maoved her hand under her, I thought to massage her tummy, but later associated that with masturbation...Mom alsway squated there until i was 'finished" after i left she got up and expelled..I'd wait outside the door and listen then also..I only did that a few times as i didn't want her to think i was "spying" but it was something i remember to this day...

How I got started was Mom over the lap with bulb when I was a little older playing Dr. with girls that I know .Used nozzles in playing Dr., the one I like best was a bulbus douche it was great to work up to it fit . Then started giving to my self around 9yrs from bag the douche nozzle stayed in place nicly .Now at 60yrs old still going ,still like that same type douche nozzle, and many others

I had my first enema at age seven at a childrens hospital near Boston,enemas were given to clean me out for surgery.A funnel and colon tube was the equipment at that time.The hospital was also a training center for new nurse recuits.Many of the kids were given enemas by the new nurses just for practice.I always like to see new recuits come in because I knew they would wheel me into the bathroom for an enema or two.

The first enema I remember was at 4. My grandmother gave while mom helped hold the screeming wiggling child. Although I hated it at the time enemas and their facination have never left me. I didn't receive my next one till I was 7.

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Charlie

My first enema was self administered. I never received enemas or suppositories growing up. My interest started when my mom and I lived with my grandparents. I noticed a disposable fleet in the bathroom cabinet under the sink. I remembered reading it a lot and getting aroused. Well one day I had the house to myself for a bit so I summed up my courage and opened it, I poured out the stuff in it and refilled it with tap water. I then gave it to myself and been hooked on it since then. I used it many times over the next year or so until my mom and I moved out and then I ordered a higginson online.

I actually had a 15 year gap in my enema experiences from childhood until my mid-twenties....I can remember reading about erotic enemas in the Forum section in Penthouse magazine....until that point I thought my earlier enjoyment was unique to me....a wonderful discovery to find that there were others like me out there.

I never had them as a child and have grown to enjoy them. It started for me as a way to prepare for anal play. It is still very private and secret for me too. This site was a real find.

My first was when I was seventeen and being shaved and prepped for surgery while in the Army. The shaving was in its self the introduction for me into the possibility of bisexual feelings.

My medical prep was given by a big good looking black medic and for a seventeen year old horny kid I was embarrassed and so uncomfortable trying to ignore my erection.

The enema was done after the shave and the sensation from the straight razer was still keeping me in a ready position. I've always had anal play interests and knew where my prostate was since the military medical seem to like the finger probe,(I was also a military brat).

That was the beginning and it was way too late in my life! Almost enough to want major surgery every week. The next was trying to relive the feeling of the first time only fifteen years later after getting married. I had been looking for something in the bathroom and came across my wife's douche bag. I fantasized about that until after she went to bed that night. I snuck off to the second bath and gave myself the most erotic enema session I could imagine. I spent hours in there that night shaving myself and filling and expelling over and over.

I continued the same activity every night for the next week when finally I stated my self. Since the It's been seldom since I have felt it was not right. Now I find the excitement again and of course all of you to share with.

I was 11 or 12 and I was getting ready to goto my first Boy Scout summer camp and my father warned me not to eat a lot of candy because the dispensary would give me an enema. During the first week I was walking back from the "Trading Post" with a big bag of candy bars when I encountered my scoutmaster. As I walked past him he said I thought you father told you to stay away from the candy! During the middle of the night he came to my tent and led me to the dispensary where he and the male nurse gave me 2 enemas using various sized nozzles. At first I was horrified but also experienced the hardest erections of my 12 years.

My earliest childhood memory is being over my mother's knees getting a hot soap suds enema with a red bulb syringe with a black nozzle. I could not have been much more than a toddler. I remember being called into the bathroom and being stripped and hoisted over her knees for my enema. And I never cried or complained and laid there and took it willingly, which tells me it must have started much earlier than I remember in my life. I have enjoyed enemas ever since and enjoy them from an erotic standpoint and a feeling of well being and rejuvenation that I always get after an enema.

I happened to see a friends sister get a jolt from a red bulb from her mother as we burst into her room to get movie money. The rest, is history

Received enemas as a kid during the 50s. Developed a lingering fascination with the sensations but didn't pursue it much until discovering all the sites on the internet. Now enjoy them when no one's around. I have routines for 1 hour sessions (quickies) and for longer drawn out periods.

My first experience with an enema was watching my brother get one.My mother said I had had one earlier in my life but I didn't remember it.Some time later when I was 9 or10 I found my mothers douche bulb and experimented with it.WOW did that thing hurt until I learnt to relax a bit and use a little more lubricant.That also started the the sexual growth to develop.I partially understood what was happening but not completely.As time went on I found the enema bag and nozzles and continued to experiment well into my teens and then after I got married I was brave enough to approach my wife.She would have nothing to with receiving an enema but was willing to give them to me so I settled for that 1/2 a loaf is better than none

I remember getting an enema when I was about four. I woke up in the middle of the night--must have been in pain because I was crying or complaining. My mother got my Dad up and they took me into our small, cramped bathroom. We didn't have a tub, just a shower, sink and toiled.

I was wearing my robe and they prepared an enema in my Mom's old black bag. It was a combo item for enemas, douches, and hot water bottle use. At any rate, I wasn't aware of any of the preparations--such as filling the bag, etc. because I was still sleepy. I do remember being placed over my fathers bare thighs--I think I can still feel the knees, the hair and toughness of his thighs.

They placed me face-down, lifted up my robe but kept me more-or-less covered and then inserted the nozzle and started the flow. My mother was standing holding the bag and, I suppose, controlling the flow. I do not remember cramping or any discomfort. In fact,I must have been enjoying it because I was sleepy but the warm water felt wonderful as it filled me. I'm not sure how much water I received in this enema, but the sensation was wonderful as I've just said. They placed me on the toilet, I still was wearing my robe, and I voided a great deal. It came out in chunks and bits and pieces, but that felt good as well. All the while I was still very sleepy and barely opened my eyes--just must have been enjoying the experience. Strange that I don't remember being cleaned-up or put back to bed, but that must have happened...

I suspect that it must have been a turn-on because I believe I must have been making sounds that seemed as if I was pleasured. I also suspect that I may have had an erection because the next day my father, after coming back home from work, approached me with a big smile on his face and asked me in a somewhat joking way if I'd like an enema. I was a bit embarassed so I tried to dismiss it--but the memory stuck and, to this day, I still get a thrill thinking of that experience, the bag, the feeling of lying over my father's legs and the wonderful feeling of the warmth and comfort from that enema.

Guess that you'll have no difficulty learning that this was a life-changing experience. Since then it's always been an interest, to put it mildly!

My fascination started when I was 13. i had enemas before that, and they always "stirred something in me. I had a "nanny", actually just a young woman from I think Ireland, who took care of us. She stayed with us from when I was young through when I was 15. She gave me my enemas when I was small, but once when I was 13, and just home from the hospital after surgery, she asked if they gave me an enema before I left. I said no, and she said I needed one to "clean things out". I was embarressed at the prospect, but also kind of excited. She brought everything into the bedroom and gave me a big soapy enema lying on my side. She seemed to enjoy this a lot! Afterwards ,she ran with me to the bathroom with the enema still inserted and sat me down and left. When I was finished in there, she said he was giving me another one, and this time she said the "rinse" would go better if I got down on my knees, head down or knee chest position. The enema was then delivered while she sat on the toilet seat cover. I sensed that this excited her a bit. I know that it did me, and ever since, I have this "need" for enemas.

I remember my first as a horrible experience administered by a visiting nurse. but as a teen i became aware that everyone in my family talked about them and there seemed to be a bag hanging in everyones bathroom. (i think if my family had a coat of arms there would be an enema bag on it). at 12 i began experimenting solo and it became my favorite form of masturbation.(still is). while i have not had many opportunities to share as an adult, it is a recurring fantasy.

Does anybody out there recall getting started by their wives having enemas before giving birth? I can remember my wife coming home and telling me about being shaved and then having to turn on her side to be given an enema. From then on in, enemas figured quite prominently in our sex life.

It was a childhood cure all.......now I love them

I never got one as a child and they still turn me on. i did however see a girl get glycerin mini enemas and suppositories several times growing up. i think she was holding her BMs on purpose so she would get a laxative given to her rectally. ill bet that girl, michelle , is an anal/enema fanatic now.

Don't know what started it but have had the desire since I first found what they are. Must have been at least two.