Missed Opportunities

As I recently posted under New Members, my first experience with enemas was receiving a Children's Fleet at the age of 8 or so. My mom gave it to me and had me wait about 15 minutes before sitting on the toilet. Waiting this long meant it worked extremely well, but I really didn't know what it was or what was happening.

Well, the experience made quite an impression and I found myself looking into the hall closet where a lot of the medicine was kept, pulling out the other Fleet enema that was in there and looking at it, fascinated. I couldn't quite put my emotions into words but I knew I wanted to repeat the experience.

Thing was, I was not smart or bold enough to manipulate another administration, so I casually felt my way around the issue, asking my mom, "What's the enema in the closet for?" to which she replied, "It's an extra one. They were buy one get one free." Then she laughed and said, "Did you think it was for you?" Right. Because that would be terrible. "Um, I think I may need it," I said. She gave me a stool softener gelcap.

Several days later I secretly took the enema myself, but since I still did not really understand how it worked, I just inserted it then sat on the toilet and expelled it all. No waiting, no holding in, no real effect. Only in hindsight did I realize that the 15 minutes of staying in position is what caused the experience I was trying to repeat. But I told my mom that I had taken that enema after all, and she must have been concerned because she never stocked them (at least not where I could find them) again. If I had just told her I was constipated and the gelcap didn't work, and/or played the part of stubborn withholder that got me an enema in the first place, I could probably have gotten her to give it to me thinking she was doing a necessary evil. But my cleverness was sadly underdeveloped.

Anyone wish they could go back and live a missed experience?

I have always wanted to go back to my child hood and taken my missed opportunity's and gotten the enemas that I turned down just want to go threw them again it was so great 😃

I keep reading about how sexual enemas are, but i have never had one and i want one but i could never tell my wife that, she ok about the diaper stuff, but enemas i dont know, could be a missed opportunity, unless someone out there would ilke to give it to me, iam open

Hello geegee , tell your wife you have belly ache and been constipated , ask her if she can help you , it is so painfull ....

If she propose pills or other stuff to be taken orally tell her it will be too slow to help you at the end of your digestive system .

If she have no idea propose her an enema , you can have buy before ... , she is not stupid , and will ask you from where and why you buy it , so simple as because so painfull and I was so scared to buy this .

Don't forget to mix with the tapwater a teaspoon of cooking salt or a large teaspoon of baking soda , this is mandatory for your electrolytic balance . Use water at maximum 106°F. or 41°C.

Ask her help , have some lube ready , and when both preparing the enema try to hide your arrousal first , later show her how much you horny to receive this care from her , sitting on the toilet ask her to kiss you , take her hand and lead it to your penis , begin with her to stroke you , try to involve her in your fantasy , be very generous and show her so much as possible all the pleasure you receive from her , she must be aroused from your arousal ,

Before to say about anyone "X" don't move , move yourself , and not once , let her the time to start , don't dream she will not reach at ones your level , she have to be confident before to start and only after she will start . Help her , learn her how to do , learn her how to arouse you , show her that what you receive from he is wonderfull , beg her to may ejaculate all your semen on her , look at her face , smile or not smiling , ask her to eat your meat , to make you explode , you mush push yourself to very hot and horny feels , beg her for cumming on her breasts , face , buttocks , ass , tell her you want to give her your sperm as a beauty cream , all crazy thoughts who are flashing in your imagination , and for more ....

I've been having some "if only" thoughts lately. I'd like to hear other stories about missed opportunities, and what you think might have happened "if only". My "if only" goes back to when I was 10 years old, living in a tiny house with mother, sister, grandma and grandpa. I was a bit sickly, and made the most of it - managing to be left home on my own quite frequently while everyone else was off at work or school. One evening, Grandma (probably still in her 40's) wanted to give me an enema, but Mother (remembering how much I used to complain about getting enemas) opposed her. There was a bit of a scene. Grandma had been drinking some, and wasn't used to being crossed. So nothing came of it. Here's the thing... I now think that if I had gone to Grandma secretly, and sheepishly admitted that I thought she was right, I might have easily convinced her to drive home at lunch time next time I stayed home from school, to give me an enema in private. If I'd been a little more clever and manipulative, I might even have been able to talk myself into a spanking for staying home from school so much. And if it worked once, it could have become a regular thing. Alas! Anyhow, what about the rest of you?

I wish that I would have complained about constipation to my mother. Never thought of doing that when younger.

Back about 1970 I answered an ad, not sure where it was I saw it, from a fellow in the Albany, NY area named Tom. He was really into enemas with tons of equipment.

I came very close to visiting him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Over the years I heard more and more about his really erotic and exotic activity, which included some things like marshmallow stuffing, etc. I was was an observer of Frank Ball's group, and he had some great stories there, and I am sure they were true!

Even though I am straight, some of the things he did with his partners were so far over the top exciting I now look back and wish I had participated.

I've had the good fortune to meet a couple of women into deep colon tube play, but I expect he would have been as good or better!

So, I wonder how many here have missed opportunities because they were slightly outside our comfort zone?

A number of years ago I stopped at our local Vitamin Shoppe to pick up a bottle of Dr. Bronners Castile liquid soap and the reasonably attractive , late 20's maybe, gal engaged me in conversation about the soap. She commented that it worked great as a hair shampoo. I wondered at the moment if she was chatting just to be cordial, or if perhaps she might have been "fishing" for something else. I was the only one at the register at the time and there was no one else immediately around us, so I suppose I could have told her what I was buying it for to see what her reaction was. Being the reserved guy I am, I let the incident pass. I did wonder numerous times after that encounter if I had been a little more forward, might the subsequent opportunities turned out differently? I'll never know.

Years ago, student nurses in dorms routinely used packets of castile enema soap for shampoo. It worked well. was freely available and cost nothing.

I remember a time when I was around 13. My Grandmother had used Mom's Rexall Victoria syringe earlier and the bag and tubing were both hanging from the rail on the shower door in my bathroom. I started to go into the kitchen where my Mother was sitting drinking a cup of coffee and smoking one of her Salem cigarettes and ask her if she would come with me into my bathroom and give me an enema too! But, I backed out and missed that opportunity..... I now wish I hadn't been so chicken....

Years ago we moved to Minnesota and we became good friends with a couple down the street. One evening we were having drinks on our patio after a big barbecue meal and I made some joke about eating so much that I needed an enema. I had recently tried to get my wife interested in recreational enemas, with limited success, so I was hoping after the multiple margaritas she might say, "I will tend to you later." I was a bit surprised when she said, “Nancy is a nurse, and I bet she could give you a real good enema.” And Nancy says, “I could give him an enema he will never forget.” And my wife quickly says, “I am going to have to watch to be sure that is all you give him.” And everybody laughs.

I did not have the balls to say, “Lets go!” I wonder what would have happened.

I went for a sigmoid exam once and the referring doc said nothing about prep. The nurse came in with 2 fleets and asked me if I wanted to do them myself or if I wanted her to do it. I said "I'm worried that I'll mess it up" which was my way of politely saying "impale my ass now you beautiful nurse" but it backfired and she was just like "don't worry, you can't really mess it up". Sigh, denied.

Take your time for in in due course you will seize the opportunity.

I was supposed to take an enema before a doctors appointment and my GF said she would help. I ended up working until 9pm and it was icy out. she called and wanted to know if I still needed her help? I told her that it was too slippery out and she shouldn't drive over. I did want the help but chose to do it on my own.

In 1980 I went into the hospital for minor surgery. I was nervously wondering if I would get a prep enema and how I would react. But there was no hint of of it happening before they wheeled me to the OR and knocked me out. I had to stay over night for observation and was relaxing on my bed the next morning. I was due to be discharged that afternoon and my enema apprehension had since passed. Suddenly a nurse appeared in my room carrying looked to be a plastic bucket with a long clear tubing attached. Although I had never seen or heard of an enema bucket at the time, I quickly surmised that was what it was. My suspicion was confirmed when she asked if I'd had a BM that day. I had been able to get up an hobble to the toilet to pee, I had not had a BM that day. But she caught me by surprise and before I had time to think and fully process the situation, I panicked and blurted out that I had. She didn't respond but did a 180 and left the room with her bucket. I immediately felt like kicking myself. I had always fantasized about getting an enema in a medical situation although it was a somewhat scary proposition. If I hadn't been caught off guard I'm sure I would have welcomed living out one of my fantasies. But when the situation arose, I blew it. For the longest time I would fantasize about what would have happened if I'd told her the truth. I'm sure I would have gotten an enema and I know I would have remembered it for the rest of my life. But instead, I've had to live with just a missed opportunity because I basically chickened out..

We all I think have had those missed opportunities that we never forget and spend a lifetime kicking ourselves @Melissa. A primary for me was a missed opportunity to get an enema from my Mom when I was a teenager. I did have a successful opportunity from someone but it might be better told in a PM.

About 10 years ago, when I was in college, I was active in some now defunct online enema groups. I got to know two women around my age, but didn't live close to either. One was across country, and the other was out of country. I got close to both of them and we did a lot of online play, but never met in person. It would have been hard to make anything happen on a college budget, but I sure wish now that I had been able to figure out how to meet them for enemas!

I am not sure you would consider this a missed opportunity as much as a close call. When I was 17 I busted up my leg pretty bad in a motorcycle accident and ended up in the hospital for a few days. I was given morphine for the pain and I guess it slows everything down. Each day the nurse would ask if I had a bowel movement. If the answer was "no", I would get some dark licorice tasting laxative at bedtime. After about three days of getting a "no" answer the nurse told me if I did not have a bm by morning she would have to give me an enema. I was not sure what to think about that.

I had been giving myself enemas at home since I was 11 or 12, so I knew what an enema was, and I liked them, but I knew this would likely be different. I had read about the large soapy enemas they gave in a hospital. On the one hand it would be quite interesting and I was not afraid of it, yet the other part of me worried about the embarrassment of getting an enema from a nurse not too many years older than me. I always got a hard-on when I gave myself those enemas and was sure I would get one if I got an enema from the good looking nurse.

Anyway, it became a non-issue because as soon as I woke up the next morning, I had to shit. I shit about 10 pounds worth and all talk of enemas stopped. I never did get an enema in the hospital so I don't know if it would have been a good or bad experience.

As a child, I was only given 1 enema. My Fault. My brother received them on a regular basis, since his bowels didn't seem to work like they should. He would, bitch and moan and fight the process the whole way. After hearing this, the idea of the terrible enema made me cringe just thinking about it. But eventuality raised it's head and I finally needed one. I was scared to death. But my mother talked me through it with no problems. Actually that over sized nozzle really got my attention, and I was hooked for life.

I often look back to my childhood, regretting the times I could have had mom or grandma give me an enema but refused out of fear. There are two such occasions, one of which I may have commented on earlier, that replay in my mind but continues to play over & over in my mind. I had not started school yet. So, I could only have been four or five. Living upstairs in a duplex owned by my grandparents, it was common for me to walk downstairs to visit. That morning I arrived to hear sounds coming from my grandmothers bedroom. As I approached the partially open door was a scene I'll never forget. There was my teen age uncle lying on his tummy naked, a long hose draped down from the bulging enema bag that hung form grandma's four poster bed to my uncles parted nether cheeks. I stood their for only a moment before my grand mother quickly shooed me away and shut the door. Sitting there in her front room, I marveled at the sight I had just witnessed ,. As I had never seen anyone else ever get an enema.

Later, while he lie in bed waiting the obligatory fifteen minutes before being allowed to go to the loo, I spied my grandmother carrying the now empty enema bag into the bathroom. When she returned to her room to tend to my uncle I took the opportunity to sneak into the bath to examine the bag I just seen being used. I still don't know why, because I was afraid of enemas as a child, but there I was, standing in front of the bathroom sink with my shorts & underpants down around my knees trying to insert the still greased nozzle between my cheeks when in came my grandma and uncle

"Billy, do you want me to give you an enema like Tommy just got?" My reply was to pull up my pants and run away while the two broke out laughing.. I don't know if my grandmother mentioned the episode to my mom. But, my bathroom experiment with the enema bag never came up. Meanwhile, I often dream what it would have been like had I been brave enough to lie naked over Grandma's bed as a little boy while she held the nozzle between my cheeks like she did with my uncle and fill my four year old tummy up from her big, red enema bag swinging from the top of her four poster bed.

While the above was one of several missed childhood opportunities to have an enema, it was the one that most sticks in my mind.

In early December 1951 with two of my friends, we decided to ride our motorcycles over the mountain to Palmdale and back at 5:30AM. The trip was about 90 miles and it was in the low 30's and the way back my friends had to go to work and took off. It was my day off so I was in no hurry. I was about seven miles from being off the mountain when a motorist cut me off on an inside turn and pushed me off the road. I went down then "High Sided" and landed on my head. I slightly remember the ambulance ride and the x-ray. I woke up the next morning when a gay guy nurse cleaned me up. The first thing I remember him retracting my foreskin. I kept my eyes closed until he was gone. I looked out the window and a palm tree blowing in a heavy wind and I thought I was in Palmdale. A nice looking female nurse moved me to another room. I didn't want to do the where am I thing so asked what street is this Hospital on? She said "Laurel and Las Felis. Good I am on the right side of the mountain. They told me I had a fractured skull and would be in the Hospital for a while. On my last night there the head nurse came by and said I was to be released in the morning. You have been here five days and you have not had a bowel movement and if you don't have a movement by morning you will get an enema. I have been on a liquid diet since I got here. Her eyes got big and left quickly and a few minutes she returned with a tray with a large piece of beef, potatoes and pie and said the doctor forgot you, In the morning they put a bedpan under be me and said go. I produced a turd about the seize of a nickel. That was enough. I should have said"Lets do the enema now". Mom and Dad picked me up took me home and left so I took a few enemas.

Interesting responses. Wow. If true.

I had a date with a pretty Italian girl I only saw usually about twice a year during her visit and stay with her cousins who lived in my hometown. I came upon meeting her thru the cousins whom I had previously dated one on several occasions .

The third time she was in town I received a call from her stating she wanted to see me while here if possible and I responded certainly . With date arranged we went on a late evening dinner and movie date . The movie was of the late show variety turning out about 1 a.m. and she asked if I would like for her to go back with me to my living quarters that being a home I was staying at as a rent and boarder my landlord a elderly widow lady who stressed to me initially that no girls were to visiting late evening once she retired for the night. I had a backdoor key so in a adventurous mood decided to rent faith and take the date home for a nightcap of sex before returning her to her relatives home.

Once inside us being quiet I went to the kitchen for mixed drink making and bathroom stop before back to my room and her. While gone apparently she had done a bit of snooping around my room because as I entered my room she was standing at the open door to my closet holding my closet hidden enema bag the hose and nozzle pointed at me smiling asking if I used it on occasion and in a bit of embarassment I replied yes when needed . It was one of the referred to as "pumpkin " open top bags , beige in color.

Within moments she explained to me that her current job was in a elder care nursing type facility and she performed enemas when called f o r and actually enjoyed their administering especially to males even in their aged state saying she had witnessed several men become aroused and somewhat erect with some having penile fluid escape .

I next was astonishingly asked if I would like to undergo one by her then but unfortunately I had to abstain from her enticing offer due to it being around 2 a.m. and I was concerned that during the prep and administration too much noise and commotion could occur and awaken my landlord and I would likely be facing bad consequences such as moving out.

I still often sigh with regret having to say no to a "enema nurse" wanting to purge me out with warm water and soap and I miss my pumpkin bag which I gifted her.

Gwhap; If it was not true would I have given time, place and date? My bed was a the end of a hall next to a window. In the middle of the morning I was moved to the juvenile department and they moved in a little boy who just had his tonsils out and he cried until his mother picked him up in the morning. For the rest of my stay I was alone. I should have gone home the next day.

Looking back, I loved the few enemas my mother gave me when I was growing up even though I pretended not to. It started my fascination with enemas and I would secretly take the enema bag to give myself a few when nobody was around. I did have some issues with constipation at times. Now I really wish I had asked my mother to give me more enemas. Maybe she would have and that would have been heavenly!

On another tread I I wrote that my mother would have fainted if I asked for an enema. Looking back I wish I had complained o constipation, which would have bought out the enema can in short order.