Sneaking Enemas as a Kid

Not just when I was a kid did I ever try to sneak an enema. I did it then and I do it now whenever I get the chance to do so.

Oh yes, I was a pro in stealth enema. I didn't have many opportunities to be alone at home, but at every opportunity the red bulb would spring into action. I still remember the heartbeat and the excitement of those wonderful moments.

The nostalgic Acquaman

Always use to sneak a small bulb enema after returning home from school. Was a real turn on as a teen..

Lol, in my 70s and still sneaking enemas when the wife is out for two or three hours. Guess I'm still a bad boy.

This could open the way for yet another question relating to Enemas .

Such as did or have more women sneak enemas as a child or do you think more men would have? With much information already at hand here I'd say it's fairly equal

Enemas we’re not a thing I grew up. I began when I was around 12. An attractive woman younger than my mom was visiting and I overheard her telling of giving her two young daughters enemas then giving herself one. It made my head spin and gave me butterflies in the stomach. I fantasized about receiving an enema from her. That not being a possibility I tried using an infant enema syringe that had been used on my little brother. On Sundays my parents would pack up my younger two siblings and head out to visit friends. I was allowed to stay home. So many Sundays consisted of me sneaking that bulb syringe out of the drawer and using it on myself.

There seems to be something that drives some kids to “sneak” them even when they would be better off discussing them with their parents first.

Early stage of what we are all living??

I never received an enema as a kid. However in my very early teens I started to become anal erotic. One day I came across my moms douche bag in the linen closet. I filled the 2 quart bag with some nice warm water and lubed up the fluted douche nozzle with some petroleum jelly and slid it deep in my ass. Once it was in there feeling nice I released the clamp and let all 2 quarts into me. It felt so wonderful and amazing to me. I was hooked after that.

Always sneaked enemas as a kid. Now I wish I had talked to my mother about giving me more enemas as I did have constipation issues. Maybe I could have talked her into giving me regular enemas.

As I look at the latest posts here, I see I last posted here on 2012.02.16 post #59 - ha, that was 10 years ago on this exact day! Scary, since back then little did I know of the health problems that awaited and almost ended my life… got to relish the time we have! (sorry for going off topic)

This is one of those threads that was started a long time ago. Cheryl triggered some fond memories of my frequent play dates with mom's enema and douche bags. I posted in this thread years ago and went back to read some of other's postings. I can't help but wonder what's happened to many of those members in the past.

I was nearly caught several times, but some quick thinking and action avoided any direct confrontation with mom or grandma. The one time I recalled mom being mad was due to some damage to her douche bag. She yelled at all of us and waived that black nozzle in our face telling us to quit playing with her bag because she may need it for giving enemas.

One of the biggest challenges was hiding my equipment collection as I got a bit older (age 12). Mom was short and I'd hide things on the top shelf of my linen cabinet in the basement where she likely wouldn't see it. I usually had to do my own laundry but one day she opened it to put away some of the towels that were repurposed for my use. She told me to reorganize things to make room for the towels and sat them down on the toilet. I wasn't sure if she saw my things, but nothing was ever said. It was years later when she made a comment that makes me wonder what she saw.

In my story “Many Shades of Red” I referenced a situation 6 years later, where mom was giving my sister enemas prior to a medical procedure. The old red bag failed and I was sent to buy a new one. I tried to get out of it, but mom was in a predicament. She handed me 20 bucks and said “you know what to buy”. I think it was her way of letting me know she knew of my affinity for collecting some equipment. Perhaps she thought I'd offer one of my prize possessions in lieu of going to the drug store.

Enemas were one of the most embarrassing procedures and topics so “sneaking” them was one of my top “cloak and dagger” endeavors. Oh what fun!!!