At what age did you start enjoying enemas?

I loved the first enema I was given when I was approximately four years old. I woke up one night with my belly/abdomen hurting and was moaning and crying. My father and mother got me out of bed and put my robe on me because the house--and especially the very small bathroom we had--was cold without central heating.

My father was siting down on the edge of the shower stall (I don't think he was sitting on a chair but, perhaps, a stool) and I was laying across his bare legs. My mother prepared the black enema bag (which was a hot water bottle/enema combination item) and proceeded to give me the enema while she was standing up.

I was almost asleep but remember that it felt wonderful--very sensuous and soothing. I must have been crooning or making moaning sounds because the next day my father asked me with a big smile on his face if I wanted another enema. I was somewhat embarrassed and did not respond to his teasing but I suspect that they both enjoyed giving me that enema because I quite obviously enjoyed it.

At any rate, they placed me on the toilet and I can still remember the sound and feeling as I expelled the enema water and mater into the toilet.

Unfortunately they never gave me another enema and it was only when I entered puberty that I began giving myself enemas--but it was that first enema that "hooked" me and had me thinking about them ever since.

I suppose that you could say I started enjoying enemas from the very first one!

I have to admit it was at 5 yrs old, I wanted enemas all the time, I even tried to give myself one, made a mess,mom caught me, laughed, thats a story I already posted, but from that day on I never had to sneak another enema, mother was more than happy to give me an enema whenever I wanted.

I had many before 15 but 15 was the start of my love for them. it started going and asking my female neighbor to give me one and she did and it's been 35 years of enjoying them since for me

I was about 8 years old. I loved enemas from the very first one I gave myself.

I was never given a medically necessary enema in my life!

They have all been for fun.

About 18

About 15 for sexual enjoyment

The first enema I ever took was after reading an enema story in Penthouse Variations magazine in my early 20's. I was really turned on by the story and masturbated for days fantasizing about it. Finally, I worked up the courage to go down to the drugstore and buy a Fleets enema and actually do it! The drugstore experience was both embarrassing and exciting at the same time...... checking out and trying to hide my erection was an interesting task. When I arrived home, I followed the instructions on the box (I was such a rookie) and administered the enema, held it per instructions, then headed to the toilet to relieve myself (which I did in several ways - lol !!) I saved that empty Fleets bottle and used it many times over throughout those early years. It would be 12 years before I met and subsequently married Sirensong at the ripe old age of 35 (by that time enema's had become only a fantasy) - but it wasn't until my 40th birthday that I experienced an enema at the hands of my favorite 'nurse' and beautiful wife - Sirensong. Enema play has been enjoyed on special occasions between us ever since.

I was 21. Just graduated from the University and starting my career in a city away from my home. One of the firsrt things I did was find a local Pharmacy and purchased a 2 quart combination syringe. While I never was given an enema by my parents growing up, I had heard of them. I also started reading the Penthouse letters regarding enemas. I was extremely excited as I prepared my first enema and I was not disappointed. I have enjoyed them ever since.

I started taking enemas in my 20's. I liked them from the very first one I gave myself.

My initial association with enemas and sex came when I was maybe 10 or 11. I had gotten quite a few enemas growing up. I didn't mind them much. In fact, I actually looked forward to the nozzle penetrating my butt and the warm water flowing in. Once I began to masturbate, I also started to finger myself and figured out that helped make my orgasms more intense. The last enema my mom gave me resulted in an orgasm. From then on, I would sneak out the enema bag when the house was empty, give myself an enema or two, and masturbate. My cousin, a year younger than me, would visit often and would occasionally stay over. I knew he got enemas too and we'd talk about it from time to time. One night I admitted to him that I gave myself enemas when I jerked off. To my absolute amazement, he told me he'd done the same thing. The whole episode was amazing to me then, and still is because we were both brought up strict catholics and anything even remotely associated with sex was frowned upon, at least publicly, and anyone who engaged in such things was a dirty, sinful person, certain to go straight to hell. Notwithstanding any of that, we were alone in the house one afternoon and I brought up the subject of enemas again. Again, to my absolute amazement (I am dumbfounded to this day by it), he said he wanted me to get out our enema bag and to give each other enemas. I did, a bit reluctantly and with a twinge of guilt but I did it anyway. I filled the bag with warm water in the bathroom and we both stripped down to t-shirts and we both had hardons. He wanted to go first and got on the floor in the knee-chest position. I had never seen another boy this way, especially with a hardon and with his hole exposed. But I lubed his hole, slid the tube in, and started the water. He was moaning softly and asked me to stop the water, which I did, for a minute or so and then started it. He took most of the 2 quarts but couldn't take the last little bit. He got on the toilet to expel while I filled the bag again and hung it up. This time I got down in the knee chest position. When he was done expelling, he returned the favor to me. I remember how I was trembling with excitement in anticipation of it and also how I was feeling guilty too but went ahead anyway. I took the entire 2 quart bag and expelled. Once we had both expelled the last of the water, we went into my bedroom. We started to jerk off ourselves. I couldn't resist it, reached over to him and grabbed his cock and started masturbating him. He did the same to me. To this day, that orgasm is one of my most memorable experiences. It set the stage for a lifelong enjoyment of erotic enemas. He moved away about a year and a half after that but during that time, we shared enemas every chance we got. Mutual masturbation progressed to mutual oral which progress to mutual anal. This was at a time when, had we ever been caught (we had a couple of close ones), I'm certain we would have at least been brought before a priest for some sort of humiliation if not sent off to reform school for "adjustment" and reformation. I have very little contact now with this cousin and haven't since he moved away. We've never spoken about what we did then but I've always wondered if he continued to love enemas as much as both of us did then.

I only started about two years ago at the age of around 46. God how much i missed out on.

So far only warm water enemas by myself, but after reading some of the posts on here want to try other types. and maybe the ultimate goal have one given to me by some kind (or maybe not kind) person.

Because I knew that I was an "anal erotic" early on, I began enjoying solo enemas, coupled with masterbation from the time I went into puberty........about 12 or 13 I would guess. Like many on this site, I was given enemas as a young child as a cure-all for whatever ailed me.

I fell in love with enemas from the very one given to me. I was 5 at the time and have loved enemas ever since.

After i received the first one at about 6 or 7 years old. I remember being confused about how good it was, i guess that was sexual arousal but didn't understand it. After that i did start sneaking around just sticking to nozzle in my rear, Had a neighborhood friend that was a little older than me and really showed me what masturbation was all about, I remember being in his bathroom while he was trying to show me how to jerk off, had no idea what was supposed to happen all he would say is if you keep doing this you would get a good feeling,well i was getting tired of playing with myself and quit but he said no keep doing it, I look over and saw his mom's enema bag hanging there so I said I would if he would stick this nozzle all the way in his butt, it was a large white douche nozzle, so he said OK and when he did i got an hard erection and i started jerking off, i will never forget the feeling of that first orgasm, i remember asking what is this feeling it feels so good. Have been doing both ever since.

I hated getting a enema as a child. But at about 11 years old, when the house was empty I found the bag in a closet. I took it out, filled it up, and self administered. I loved it from then on. I even asked my Mom a few times to give it to me, of course not letting on that I liked it. I made her think I needed it because I was constipated. I have been hook ever since

I was 12. I remember the experience clearly. I continued fairly steadily until I was 16. We met up again at 29. Enema periods tend to come and go in my life. Depending on the situation and circumstances.

I was about five and it felt good-I could not understand. By about age twelve an enema really started to feel out of this world.

I was in my 20's. That first enema was wonderful. I gave it to myself while laying on the cold bathroom floor.

I believe my first enema was while I was playing with the sprinkler. I got the water to go in my anus and it felt good. I didn't continue that for many years when I got to be an adult and I got married. So I believe it was when I was about 22 or there about. I have enjoyed them ever since, more than 50 years or there about.

For me, dreaded at 7-8, tolerated at 10 or 11, hooked totally by 13 and forever after.

For me I never recall disliking an enema but until the age of 9 or so they were something that helped me out of some form of distress. I always seemed to feel better after an enema but I got no special feelings from having one. As I have posted elsewhere, when I was 9 I had to help mother give my younger brother an enema, and witnessing this I was suddenly aroused and wanted to have her put that nozzle in me. When She finished with him I said as long as the equipment is out I think I need one too. That was the first time I viewed an enema as something very pleasurable and the memory of that enema has remained with me forever. After that I became quite adept at feighning symptoms to have her give me another one of her wonderful treatments. I was now jealous of some of my friends who got theirs every week on a schedule that had nothing to do with illness.

At first, I hated enemas, but I was also curious about them. I think I was about twelve when I first gave myself an enema with the small white bulb syringe. Soon after that, I found how good it felt to touch myself while giving myself or holding an enema. About this same time is when I started doing things to make my mom mad so she would give me a punishment enema. Soon mom started using larger enemas from the fountain syringe to "punish" me. Little did she know that the discovery of what the fountain syringe was for just made it easier for me to masturbate while giving myself an enema.

I was probably about 12 when I first gave myself an enema. That sensation has never been forgotten, since then I have been a regular enemate. With age I find enemas to be less sexually stimulating, but I still administer them frequently, although the urge comes and goes.

I always have to smile to myself when I read a comment, like the one by HWLLPG. Some mothers and grandmothers inadvertently promote what they think they are trying to prevent. If you catch a young boy playing with the enema syringe - give him an enema "for punishment" that he will never forget.

I never had an enema as a child either. I knew what they were for though. My parents kept disposable Fleet enemas in one of the linen closets, and I read about them in some medical journal. I was anally fixated as long as I can remember, sneaking a rectal temp in the bathroom upstairs (thank god it was separate from my parents so I could do this often ). When a cute boy in grade school told a group of us about having to have an enema, I remember getting aroused. I giggled with the other girls, but couldn't stop playing out that scene in my head.

In high school I remember faking a horrible stomach ache so my boyfriend would get one of those enemas from the linen closet and give it to me. Even though I whined and moaned when he slid that tube up inside of me, I was absolutely thrilled. I wanted to feel that every day. I didn't enjoy the laxative effect at all, but I loved the way that cold slippery pipe felt going in, and then the way I could close my muscle around it. When the fluid emptied and he slid the empty bottle back out, I wanted to ask him to slide it in and out a couple of times before it was over. But he would have known I was faking. AND I had to go. BAD!!!

I also go back and forth between obsession with enemas, wanting them daily. And then weeks or even months on hiatus.

I didn't start to really enjoy them until my early 20's. I didn't really mind them when I was a child, but when I was around 12 or 13 I discovered I liked the feeling of anything inserted into my ass. I used the usual stuff most others have experimented with-rectal thermomter, suppositories, pencils, q-tips, etc. Even though I did use the enema nozzle it was more for the wonderful feeling of sticking it in my ass.

My first enema was when I was around 5,given by my mother with a open top enema syringe .I remember that anytime I didn't feel well my mother

would have me take my clothes off in the bathroom while she filled the bag with warm soapy water. After filling she would have me lay over her lap

and she would make sure to use her finger to apply lube to my hole and after opening me up she would slide the nozzle deep in me and release the clamp

and let the warm soapy solution slowly fill me .After she finished she would withdraw the nozzle and hold my butt cheeks together and rock me back and forth to make sure the enema was doing its job. I was finally let up and allowed to release on the toilet.

Now many years later I enjoy feeling a enema filling me just do the solo now though.

My first enema was when I was about 5. I had a high fever and my mom's doc had her give me a cool one in an attempt to bring my fever down. I remember how odd it felt, but don't remember much else. I, soon got another, because of constipation. This one I do remember, because it relieved a very bad tummy ache. Soon, I was pretendiing to be constipated just to get mom to give me one. I would often go behind a small mom and pop store in our neighborhood behind bushes and take my craps so mom wouldn't know I had gone to the bathroom. I feel in love with them at a young age of 7 or so and have been into them ever since. Why doctors want people to take laxative pills is beyond me. I am healthy as a horse and take one every day.

I never had an enema till i was 20 and it was a fleet style and i loved it

I've been a fan since my first self induced enema at about twelve years old, then it was just curiosity,now, a real enjoyable fetish.