Missed opportunities

I was doing some work on a womans house and had to use the bathroom she said use the one in her room,when i opened the door there it was staring me in the face a blue bulb with a white nozzle and plenty of vasaline on the tip.That was one time I wish I was able to have an affair with an older woman later on that job I found her panties and had a good sniff wow was it nice,Jack off with those later such a sweet smell and it didn'T take much to get me hot.She would always call me for even small jobs should have played with her.

When I was 17 I had a motorcycle wreck and busted up my leg pretty good. Since there was also some open wounds they didn't put a cast on till it scabbed over. So I was in the hospital a few days, on morphine or something. Every morning the nurse would ask if I had shit, and every evening I got some kind of laxative. After 3 days of no results the nurse told me if I did not shit by tomorrow morning she would have to give me an enema. I was kinda foggy from the pain meds so it really didn't register as either good or bad. But later that day I had the biggest shit of my life, so no enema. Thinking back, it probably would not have been fun under the circumstances anyway.

When we moved to Minnesota for my job 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 needing an enema. I had recently tried to get my wife interested in recreational enemas, with little success. I was a bit surprised when she said, “Nancy is a nurse.” “I bet she could give you a good enema.” And Nancy says, “I could give him an enema he will never forget.” And my wife quickly says, “I am going 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.

RedBulb99's story reminded me of my friend who was a nurse for some fifteen to 20 years and then went to work for an insurance company. I joked one day that at least now she doesn't have to give enemas. She replied that she has never had to give an enema on the job. I guess I thought that all nurses had to do that at some time, but I guess it depends on the place and the department you work in.

We all missed such opportunities and we remain alone with our dreams. For sure I am still hoping for such opportunity, but I am still waiting. Too bad my wife is not much interested in enemas.

Don't feel like the "Lone Ranger" jason2012. My guess is that there are many on this site who have the same problem......me included. My wife knows, but refuses to participate in any manner, shape, or form.

Many years ago i was in hospital for an op, everyone around me was getting enemas, exept i never did, wondered if they had simply forgotten me.

Nurse comes to bed next to mine with a covered tray and asked if id seem mr whatever his name was, as she had an enema for him ! i expect hes scared of it and is hiding she said, now can someone tell me why the fuck did i not say memememememe, would have loved one, but hey.

Anyway wasnt long before she found him, and i heard groans from behind the curtain, oh how i wish it was me.

A few years ago I traveled to Chicago. Parked in a large garage and went to the elevator to go down to the street level. The next level down two attractive women got on the elevator. They chatted about the planned shopping, and then one said, "We need to do our shopping quickly so we can get back home in time to give each other our enemas." The other responded, "Your place or mine?" They chuckled a little about which location. A few moments later we were at ground level, and they got aoff ahead of me. I missed the opportunity, in hindsite clearly offered, to suggest mine as an alternative.

A friend I had gone through college with came to visit while we were both going through emotional recovery from divorces.

One thing led to another and we ended up giving each other very pleasurable enemas, enjoying mutual masturbation and her first anal sex, which drove her wild.

Great times, great fun, memories vivid.

Some years ago while working with a volunteer ambulance corp I was talking with another member of the corp and admitted to her that I was constipated and had taken a laxative and tried suppositories both to no avail. She said she would be willing to come home with me and give me an enema if I would like her to. I'm sorry I didn't take her up on it at that time.

This lost opportunity still haunts me to this day, happened over 50 years ago. i was 6 years old at the time. mom was in the hospital giving birth to my youngest brother and the lady next door, "Aunt Betty" had watched me overnight and sent me to school. a couple of hours later, the teacher noticed i was not feeling well and sent me home. aunt betty had me put my pajamas on and go to bed. i could look out into the dining room from my bed and saw aunt betty pacing back and forth talking softly to herself and biting her nails. finally, she came into my bedroom and asked me, "how does you mother give you an enema?"

my 6 year old dick instantly stiffened although i new nothing about sex at the time, i was already turned on by enemas, just not with my mother. like most 6 year old boys, i was embarrassed to tell her outright that mom gave them to me on the table in the diapering position.

she mentioned several different ways

"in bed? on the toilet? over her lap?"

her voice got a little husky when she said, "knee-chest"?

i almost said yes to that one but did not.

she deducted that i had never had an enema and said no more about it.

when my mother got home with the new baby, aunt betty told her,

"i would have given him an enema but i didn't want to give him his first one"

mom said, "he gets enemas all the time"!

aunt betty jumped right on this opportunity and said, well, how do you do it?

mom motioned to the table.

aunt betty said, "ok, you get it ready and i'll get him ready"

mom agreed and started to go out to the kitchen to get the enema ready.

aunt betty clapped her hands together, her happiness and joy was evident, even to me at my age.

"ok, Johnny, time for an enema, let's get your pj's off"!

i protested like hell not because of getting an enema but because my mom was there.

aunt betty was starting to get mad at me for resisting.

mom picked up on her over enthusiasm and suddenly turned around and told her,

"never mind, i'll just give him one later"

as you can imagine, aunt betty was very pissed!

(so near yet so far!)

she protested, "we might as well do it while i am here"

mom had made up her mind. i am sure she knew as well as i did that aunt betty was just a little too anxious to give me an enema. that was clear even to me.

looking back, i can't really blame her, i had (still have!) the perfect, round, little boy butt that i am sure got her going more than once.

aunt betty left in a huff, obviously mad, her face red as hell.

i did not end up getting an enema from mom that day but even now ii wish i had just come out and told aunt betty how i got them and received one from her before mom came home.

so many times i have thought about how nice she might have made that enema for me.

In college, I developed some lower back problems that ended up causing some major issues with constipation. I had to go to a orthopedic or physical therapist (don't remember which). She ran her hands the length of my back down to the underwear line, and seemed like she was going to keep going to check on pain, though my lower back hurt so much I winced and leaned away. She asked about bowel habits, but I wasn't completely honest, out of embarrassment, but she did mention that 'there were ways to help with that' if I needed it. In looking back at the situation, she may have been referring to an enema.

While in college I dated a girl who had been married and had a 2 year old daughter. One Friday night things got really amorous. This was the first time I had been naked with her. Before we started screwing I decided I better pee. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. There hanging from the shower curtain was an enema bag with the enema nozzle on it, probably drying from earlier use. I was only 22 at the time and although a Klismo I didn't want to mess up the opportunity of getting laid, so I didn't say anything. Well we screwed until morning, when you are 22 you can do that. When I went to use the bathroom again, the enema bag had been put away. To this day I wonder if it had been left out as a hint.

Have any of you missed a golden opportunity to get an enema from someone? This happened to me. I was an enema fantasizer -- too scared (after my childhood enemas) to engage in them, and couldn't even say the word. One night I was lying on top of my lover (now long gone) and he said, out of nowhere, "I could give you an enema." I was stunned, tempted, and mute. I couldn't respond. I wanted him to do it, but I couldn't tell him. How I regret being too scared to try it out.

I hadn't seen him for 20 yrs when he contacted me a couple of weeks ago. He was in town and wanted to get together for lunch. With his 15-yr-old son. Sighhhh. As soon as I saw him I went into heat. I would definitely have let him give me an enema now, but alas! He's happily married.

Mine would have to be when I was not long married, We were visiting our friends sitting in the lounge, and drinking wine and playing records. Not sure if I have the discussion right but involved my wife's friend bringing up the subject of the enema bandit. I think they were try to tell us they had the enema interest, Carol went on to say that the bandit would tie women in a chair and then give them an enema. I sure wish I had kept the conversation going. My wife just mentioned it but never brought it up again. Also we were not long married and it was the 70's.

I never allowed enemas to create a missed opportunity for me in life. The enema can wait until I have time to do it right.

I sure missed my opportunities. My X was much more into enemas than I was, at that time. She had on several occasions taken enemas, left her bag out, and even suggested I give her a few enemas. Knowing back then, what I know now about the subject, I could have been much more resourceful and followed though with her suggestive behavior. I grew up knowing little about enemas or there use, good or bad, and with the element of surprise with something like walking into the bathroom and finding a drying enema bag one is never sure what the motive could be, or for that matter how much embarrassment you may cause someone.. Hind sight is 20/20.

Yep, like most all of you, I missed one too. Many of you had enemas from your moms. I didn't have any that I can recall. As a teenager I got the flu one year and my mom suggested an enema. She said she would help me if I needed any. As a usual teen I was shy and turned her down, though even then I was a klysmo except I didn't know the word.

I broke my grandmother's old bag while masturbating during an enema. I was living at her house when I was 17, as my parents were abroad. I would sneak into her bathroom and use her old bag, with a black curved douche nozzle. On day, the damn thing sprung a leak. It wasn't long before my grandmother needed an enema. She came to me and told me that her bag was broken, and looked at me as if she knew why.. She explained that she was constipated and needed an enema. I went to the drugstore and bought her a new bag. I came home and just handed it too her. She went into the bathroom and attempted to take care of it, but she came out later, sort of asking for assistance.. I told her that she could figure it out.

I look back and wonder what would have happened if I went into the bathroom with her, and helped her with her enema. I wonder if she would have given one to me, knowing that I like them sexually.. I suppose that I was afraid she would tell my mother. But I realize now that my mom would love to give me enemas, but I did not realize that until much later. I assume my grandmother would have enjoyed it too.

Visiting the UK

I was sent to London by my company to evaluate a cleaning product for precision machinery. The trip was supposed to be an in-out for a week, but I took leave and extended to trip for an additional week since I had not been to the UK before.

I did the tourist thing – castles, museums, Stonehenge, and numerous pubs – then set off to try to trace a bit of my ancestry who came from the UK about 1850. One of my stops was a very pretty village in Wiltshire where my G-Grandmother was from. I booked a room in a private home/B&B which I found on a travel website. It was a charming brick house on a tiny lane across from a medieval church. Very British!

The room shared a bath with the family bedrooms upstairs and I soon found out it did not have central heat – rather the rooms had large grates in the floor to allow the heat to rise up from the ground floor. The proprietor was a plump middle aged widow with a small daughter. I had dinner in the local pub (very good!) and returned to find my hostess filling a rubber bag at the kitchen sink – which I took to be an enema bag.

I violated all decorum and said, “looks like somebody is getting an enema!” “OH” she said, “no, these are hot water bottles – everyone gets one for bed. The sheets will be freezing and you’ll want this to warm the bed before you get in.” She added, “for enemas we use a Higgie which is like a kind of hand pump with a hose.”

Then she completely surprised me by asking, “do you need one? An enema I mean, after all your travelling? It would be no bother.”

Stupidly, and to my eternal regret, I told her, “no, I’m fine. It’s just in America those bags are usually associated with enemas.” It went no further and to this day I wonder what would have happened if I accepted her offer. Missed opportunity.

Definitely an opportunity missed I think @jekyll_doctor . Who knows where it may have lead. 😃

She turned to go she said " You, I'm going to give an enema. " She pretty much stopped me with that one. GET HER PHONE #, SHES A KEEPER

I deeply regret breaking up with my High School girlfriend, and with not exchanging enemas with her. She was a natural sub and I gave her many enemas, but never asked for them in return. She loved me, and I made a terrible mistake in not responding in kind. It's amazing where life takes you when you make one or another decision. Her daughter told me later that she not only never forgot me, but that she still wanted me after all those years. Of course, she married someone else, later divorced, and had an entire life with her other family. I went off to college and grad school…

I really missed an opportunity for an enema many years ago. I had day surgery for a hernia repair and I thought I'd be back to my old routine in a day or so. No way! I was flat on my back for the next day and a half until I could move about without pain. After the surgery and anesthetics, I became really constipated and getting up to walk was a chore. I mentioned to my wife that maybe I needed a laxative. She said we didn't have any and she'd have to go to Walgreens, but she said, “I could help you with an enema that would help right away”. I felt so crappy and weak, that I said “I'll just try laxative and wait it out”. What was I not thinking! I had a once in a lifetime chance and I blew it…

I grew up in an era when, in France, it was very common to take rectal temperatures, even on adults. Once old enough, and unless incapacitated, you were however expected to stick the thermometer in there yourself. In my family, mom had decided that rectal was the only reliable way, and so at age 9 I was used to sticking the thermometer in my behind while rolled on the side or on the tummy.

However, in cartoons and comics, people in hospital had the thermometer in their mouth.

So when I was in hospital for appendectomy, aged 9 or so, the nurse came and handed me a thermometer. I hesitated - was I expected to stick it in my mouth or anus? I slowly moved it towards my mouth. “No, at the hospital we don't take it in the mouth”, she said. I immediately understood, took the thermometer under sheets, rolled on my side and stuck it where it belonged.

I since then wondered what would have happened if I had acted like I did not understand what she meant, completely unfamiliar with rectal temperatures. Maybe she would have given me a demonstration on how to do it, at least the first time?

A while back my wife and I were chatting with an attractive girl (about half my age) at a bar/restaurant. Interesting, very chatty medical professional told us about her work, her family etc. We bragged a bit about our kids etc. - just idle chit-chat. Then about a week ago I ran down by myself for a couple of beers and she was sitting at the opposite end of the bar talking to someone. We glanced at each other and smiled. When I got my check, the bartender told me that this girl had bought the first beer for me. I don't think this has ever happened to me before and I was flattered - but curious why someone half my age would be buying me a drink?? I stopped to thank her on my way out and we chatted for a few minutes - Then she dropped the BOMB on me. “Where is your son? Does he ever come in here for drinks? I’d really like to meet him! (as she patted her chest!!!)." It hit me hard! I was just the fucking BAIT……. sigh, my ego just burst!! My son is a hunk! Ex Special Forces, Cross-Fit competitor, good looking and outgoing. He doesn’t need a matchmaker or a go-between to find pussy – I think he does ok in that area all by himself!!

@Rigel: It hit me hard! I was just the fucking BAIT……. sigh, my ego just burst!!

Made me smile reading… Guess it hits us all at some point when we realize we are no longer in the game…

Guess it hits us all at some point when we realize we are no longer in the game…

@reddevil I'm still in the “game” - just limited my playing field to one about 40 years ago!! 😄

Even today I am not ready for having sex with another guy. Through the years many guys, at least a dozen or so wanted me to have sex with them and some have gotten really close. I don't really consider it as missed opportunities because of my desire to have sex with another guy.

Through the years many guys, at least a dozen or so wanted me to have sex with them

That has never happened to me. Or at any rate, I never caught on if men were so inclined.

Either way I feel sort of perturbed thinking of it. No guy fancied me or I was too dumb and naïve to notice. Neither excuse reflects well on me … ha ha ha