At what age did you start enjoying enemas?

Dreaded enemas till puberty and then the dread turned into fascination.. Similar to the topic poster, I felt I my pleasure was something that only I experienced and that it was sick/bad... It wasn't till I read in a Penthouse Forum of others enjoying enemas that I realized for the first time I wasn't alone.

Anal erotics was an early discovery, around 10 or so I'd say. I just discovered, by accident, it seemed that rubbing my anus gave pleasure, probably when on the toilet.

My mom had an enema bag. She didn't use it on me but there it was. one day, home alone, I decided to try it out. a quart or less. but it felt amazing. I remember working hard to dry things off and put them back, undiscovered, or at least no words were said, but after that it was a regular lure, that bag and the water and the feelings it produced. still is.

Id say about age 13 or at puberty ,before that enemas had no sexual effect on me

A lot of my earlier enemas were given kicking and screaming. Although I did start to calm down when I realized I had no choice in the matter. Probably around age 12 I can remember becoming aroused from the anticipation of being told I was getting an enema and having no idea why it excited me. Once I got too big for my mom's lap she always instructed me on my back and the feelings of being so exposed and vulnerable in my 12 year old state of arousal really confused me, but it felt good. My mom still ignored all that and went on her way lubricating me and introducing the nozzle. I would make attempts at playing with myself when she had left the room but they were mostly met with a quick smack or longer holding time if and when she caught me.

Roughly around 13. The ones I had as a young child didn't sexually stimulate me back then, but neither did they hurt or bother me. Years later when I discovered that any kind of anal penetration felt good, naturally, enemas came readily to mind. Been enjoying them ever since....approx 60 years later.

I started at 15 and am still enjoying them at 67. Started with smaller volumes (a quart) and low concentrations (1 tsp/quart of salt or Castile soap) and worked up from there.

All the best,

Eric

Make sure you do plenty of relaxation and sensual/sexual "foreplay" before the enema. It helps!

Sometime during my first wife's pregnancy. She decided that she didn't want any more sex till after our daughter was born and she had healed up from giving birth. I took enemas to satisfy my sexual needs.

So that was somewhere in the mid 60's. I enjoyed enemas and my first wife hated me for giving myself an enema. I continued for years till about the mid 70's. Then later I heard a nurse friend talking about getting married and on her wedding night, she had to have an enema. I said, hell I enjoy enemas, why not start again. Well that short remark, knowing that someone else used an enema, got me to thinking do it more often. I did just that.

My present wife found out, I didn't try to hide it, but she saw me giving myself an enema and she just said go ahead and enjoy yourself.

I used to give myself and enema in the morning, work second shift and then come home and sleep. I would do that at least 3 times a week. Those were the good old days.

Now I can have an enema anytime I want. I usually start in the morning, end in the afternoon with a couple of breaks to surf the net, read posts here on Xity and check facebook. No one on facebook knows of my enema fetish.

Only two women know of my enema fun. I know one is alive, the other, I don't know for sure. The only other woman who knew about my enemas died many years ago.

My wife doesn't care how many enemas I give myself.

I really don't remember a time of not liking them, or liking them until I got older. But I DO remember the first one I received by someone other than my mother. I was about 9yo. To this day it has the most lasting, pleasurable, memory I can recollect.

It started with "tonight we, my parents, are going out and I want you to behave yourself for the babysitter, and do as you're told".

Next came the babysitter, a mature woman, whom I hadn't previously met. She merely stated "follow me".

I was led to our bathroom and when the door was closed I could see the familiar "Red Bag" hanging on the back of the bathroom door.

She took me by the hand, sat on the toilet, lid down, drew me close, removed my pajama bottoms and placed me over her lap. This wasn't my first enema, and I felt har carefully spreading my butt cheeks and preparing me with some vaseline. The insertion, click of the nozzle stopper and the application was pleasurable, and skillfully administered; so much so, that the next time my mother was to give me an enema I requested she do it like the babysitter had. Mistake! Last time I saw her!!!

Not the last time I remembered her!

OTK4fun

Puberty arrived for me sometime around age 10. While giving myself a pretend enema with the eraser end of a pencil I experienced my first orgasm. Sensibly, this might answer the “at what age” question. But triggered by this topic, my thoughts drifted back to childhood enemas received around age 5 or 6. Mother Nature thankfully censored any earlier memory: Enema memories are good but circumcision memories are not. Reflection revealed that enema interest was present much before age 10.

I remember the routine well, mom preparing soapy water in the white porcelain pedestal sink, the small Davol rectal syringe, bending way over on the toilet, insertion, squeeze, repeat. The script was that after perhaps 4 bulbs full mom would set the syringe on the narrow front edge of the sink to my left and would wait to see if what she had given me was going to produce results.

As we waited mom would hum one of her favorite Sinatra tunes. Meanwhile I studied the pattern of Vaseline on the enema nozzle noting how it had been pushed down to the nozzle's base and even onto the neck of the bulb. I knew that until mom wiped the Vaseline off with a tissue and started rinsing the bulb hat I would be getting at least one more dose of soapy water. I was also getting impatient.

This impatience had little significance at that time but is related to our topic. It was not the impatience of dread or “let's get this over with” impatience. It was “hurry mom. I want to feel you squeeze another bulb full of soapy water into me” impatience, the impatience of enjoyment. Although puberty and sexual pleasure were still years away, I knew at age 5 that there was something about getting an enema that I liked.

Oh, the Sinatra tune? “I get a kick out of you.”

Long story short… never had an enema until I gave myself one at seventeen. I had recurring constipation and my pediatrician thought I should try tap water enemas. She explained what to get at the drug store and how to do it in agonizing detail. It all seemed a bit gross and humiliating. I had always avoided touching “back there” except when absolutely necessary. But I tried my first enema. It was strange and awkward and overwhelming, but it worked like magic. The next time was much easier and the time after that… ummm… felt a little stirring down there. Eventually I would pleasure myself while lying on the bathroom floor with a tube up my rear. And all these years later I am still doing it and I finally found all of you.

Long story short… never had an enema until I gave myself one at seventeen. I had recurring constipation and my pediatrician thought I should try tap water enemas. She explained what to get at the drug store and how to do it in agonizing detail. It all seemed a bit gross and humiliating. I had always avoided touching “back there” except when absolutely necessary. But I tried my first enema. It was strange and awkward and overwhelming, but it worked like magic. The next time was much easier and the time after that… ummm… felt a little stirring down there. Eventually I would pleasure myself while lying on the bathroom floor with a tube up my rear. And all these years later I am still doing it and I finally found all of you.

@Miss_Sarah,

Well good for you, but even if you’re 49, you managed to find us here 13 years younger than I did, also looking for enema lovers. I self-enemas tarted at 14, after enjoying seeing my RN Mom’s amber rubber enema bag hanging in her bathroom for years. A few days earlier, I’d discovered how to orgasm for my first time ever, lying in my tub during a bath. A day or two after the enema I added masturbation during the next one on my parents bed (no leaks, luckily) and the rest is history. Now nearly at 70 in 2 months, going strong, with my last enema yesterday, 3 quarts Castile in saline held an hour followed by a great orgasm still holding. Retired doctor here.

Eric.

I got enemas from young age first really remember were from about age 5 given to my in hospital by nurse but also got them from my mum at home to

From the first enema I can remember getting laying across my grandmothers lap around age five, I’ve enjoyed them. And my two siblings were just like me, they enjoyed ever enema they ever received. The one exception was grandmas 3H enemas my siblings an I got a few times. They weren’t fun at all, but had there enjoyable moments. After our first one, grandma continued to use the knee chest position she started during our first 3H enema. The other change she made afterwards, was switching from the adult rectal nozzle to the curved douche nozzle for couple reasons. First, it stayed in place better. Second, it went a lot deeper in our rectum without having to use a colon tube. Making it easier to take more of the enema.

I suppose I was about seven or eight years old when I was given an Enema in Hospital during a short stay. I hated it, it made me feel uncomfortable, and was glad when I evacuated it in the bedpan !

This experience stayed with me and when a few years later, I was again, in Hospital (for something totally unrelated). This time I was given two Suppositories, which were just rammed in (without any lube) and was painful, Suppositories followed by Finger going in dry - twice !! I would have been about twelve years old, and again I never forgot the experience.

By the age of about fourteen, I was experimenting at home, giving myself, both Enemas made of washing-up liquid and warm water and Suppositories made of cut-up bars of soap. At the time, I didn't know of the dangers of using washing-up liquid, and just ordinary soap. But fortunately I never had any adverse effects. (Maybe I evacuated before the rectum could absorb the impurities in the detergent constituent ?) I don't use these now.

At this time, my newly discovered ‘kink’, remained a closely guarded ‘secret’ for the time being. But later as I discovered that I was not the only person in the world with a fondness for Enemas & Suppositories, I started to explore, and found that I actually preferred to give other likeminded guys Enemas & Suppositories, than to receive them. This particular ‘kink’ has remained with me ever since. I now have a ‘play surgery’ dedicated to giving ‘patients’ Enemas & Suppositories amongst other things. The Internet and sites like this one, have done wonders for people like us, who have various unconventional ‘kinks’ they like to fulfil with other likeminded persons.

For Suppositories, I now use pure vegetable Glycerine 'soap sticks’ which I cut from soap bars, they readily melt in the warmth of the rectum and are very effective in inducing a ‘Bowel movement’. For Enemas, I usually use ‘Castile’ liquid soap mixed in warm water, or pure vegetable Glycerine liquid, again, mixed in warm water and put in my Enema bag - gravity fed to the ‘patient’ via an inflatable ‘plug’ and a one way valve, so the fluid can't be pushed back out and up the tube. The ‘patient’ has to hold the Enema in, whilst I watch them sweating and groaning, while they're ‘enjoying’ the cramping and the bloated feeling they are suffering…. Then I finally allow them to go to the toilet, to expel the Enema, while further humiliating them by being in the toilet with them and watching closely and listening to them depositing the contents of their rectum into the toilet bowl water !

I was very young.

Long story short I was ‘17 and was solo

The first enema that I ever had when I was about 11 or 12 . . . it was self administered. It must have made a rather favorable impression - I have been taking them for over 50 years now.

Enjoying? Probably sometime in my mid-teens but not really understanding why or how or much else. I remember I was pretty confused by how I felt getting an enema or temp back then, Really understand WTF was going on with me and an enema, etc. probably later not until college days, so late teens/early 20s.

I remember getting Enemas around 5. My mom gave enemas every Saturday, using a bulb. I liked the feeling and as I got older I would get an erection.

At 6 years

In my teens, though I hated when they were forced on me when I was younger.

Age 4. The oh-so ‘special’ feeling of being totally naked in the front of a woman, sitting on the toilet, expelling very warm, very soapy streams of water from high up inside my heavy, distended colon while my female care-giver stood at the bathroom sink, busily preparing another enema for me, was like a giant flash bulb going off in my head.

I started to ‘ enjoy ’ the ‘ rite of passage ’ and all of the most enjoyable sensations a warm , well-administered home enema can bring to a recipient @ a rather early age . As I matured , the home enemas became more ‘ enjoyable ’ and were a bonding experience for my mother and me . We both enjoyed the cleansing enema as in ……… ‘ enemas are fun ’ . My mom enjoyed the ‘ give and receive ‘ and as often as not had another lady to visit our home to ’ give her an enema ' to her fullest delights .

For me I was very young. Around 5 years old. My parents needed to give me enemas to help me go to the bathroom. I was a holder and would get really backed up. I was taken to see a doctor and was given an enema there. Plus the doctor put his finger in my butt as well. During this time I was also given enemas at home by my parents. They were pretty traumatic as I remember but I also if I got beyond the crying and fussing I got unusual hard to describe tickle type of feelings when I was given my enemas.

So I started to explore a little when my mom put me down for a nap. I poked around my bottom first with my finger and then I used a marker pen. In short time I felt this tickle feeling building as I poked around my little butthole. I was scared at first because I did not know what was happening to me. I knew it felt amazing. I remember being scared my mom would catch me doing this so I hid in a dark closet on the floor. I rolled on my back with my legs up toward my head. This made it easy for me to access my butthole. As I was poking around I noticed my penis got stiff. I really at this age had no idea what was going on. All I knew what I was doing felt amazing. I continued to be given regular enemas and was terrified of them but I wanted to play like I was having an enema whenever I had a chance. I sort of got hooked on it.

One day I started to see if I could take it a little further. Maybe nature took over I guess. I was playing around with poking my marking pen in my bottom. I started as usual to feel a tickle type of feeling and it spread throughout my body. This time it got more intense. Then as I wiggled the pen in my bottom faster and faster the feeling only got stronger. I started to pant and breathe harder and harder. I was a little scared but kept going until I felt like I could reach that tickle inside of myself. It was an out of body feeling. It felt incredible. After I had this amazing feeling my penis returned to its normal state. I felt at this early age what it was like to have a male orgasm. I naturally loved it. I became hooked on it and haven't stopped . LOL.

I thank my parents and doctor for introducing this to me at a young age.

I received many enemas as a young child. They were warm and gentle. Every so often my mother would call me into the bathroom where she had prepared a basin of warm soapy water, small rubber syringe, and some vasoline. After being told to take off my pj bottoms, I was placed across her lap to be given several bulbfuls of soapy solution. I didn't like or dislike the enemas. They were just a fact of life. I was not given enemas after the age of 6 or so. Yet, something stayed with me so that 50 years later I began to take self administered enemas for the relaxation and pleasure of them!!

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From age 5 the evening before my first day starting school. My mother gave me an enema. It felt so good. The next morning

she gave me another enema, before school which was the afternoon session. I have been hooked ever since.

Got my 1st one in hospital age 12 for appendectomy, I really enjoyed it. Knew then I was anal erotic. But didn't start doing them regularly until after I got divorced.

Around 4-5. Squirmed, pleaded, held down, and cried as I laid naked over Mom's lap for my bulb fillings. Releasing felt sooo good even in front of her. Noticed later… that when I was told that I needed one and having to strip naked, my penis already was halfway hard ( didn't know why ) as I got the bag over her lap, or bent over with 2 hands in the tub and her sitting on the toilet supervising.

As I got older HS, I remember getting up to expel with a full erection. Mom never said a word, as with some, I need to point my stiff cock down into the bowl, knowing she probably noticed.

These enemas got me here today.