Sneaking Enemas as a Kid

Miker says, "I know Mom knew most of the time." And Cheryl says, " I don't think mom knew, but maybe."

As kids we think we are smarter than our parents and we are pulling one over on them. I admit I thought the same way when I was that age, but looking back, it is almost certain mom knew a lot more than we thought she did. Just because she didn't make an issue of it doesn't mean she didn't know or at least suspect we were using the enema bulb or bag on our own. She probably thought giving ourselves an enema at home was much preferred over us smoking or drinking (not that we didn't do that too!) when nobody else was home to keep an eye on us. I doubt that any kid has been seriously harmed giving themselves an enema.

A lot of these posts sound like what my husband has told me about his secret enema use when he was growing up. I have to say that you guys are pretty good at keeping secrets when it comes to enemas. I don't think I ever really suspected anything about his liking or using enemas mainly because I did not know what I was looking for in the first place.

Now that I know about his enemas and he has shown me how he hid them all of these years, a lot of things make sense to me now. And like a lot of posts here, there are a lot of guys who wish that their wives or partners would get interested in enemas. Some of the posts at first made me think that you guys only liked to take enemas on the sly or wished that you would be left alone to enjoy them. I know that isn't the case in the majority of you who post here and from my own personal experience with my husband.

I found it interesting that even though I was trying enemas out for the anal sex angle, that my husband didn't 'out' himself to me about his enemas. At least not at first and it took a couple of weeks or more of me taking enemas or letting him give me enemas before he let down his guard and finally told me he liked enemas. I asked him why it took him so long to tell me he liked enemas even after he had given me so many at the first. He said that he wanted to know for sure that I understood about enemas and what they could be before he told me his secret. He wanted to know that enemas weren't just a fad for me just in case I got tired of getting them or giving them.

He tells me that he likes to give enemas just as much or maybe a little more than him being given an enema. He said that I am the first woman, besides his mom, that ever gave him an enema or knew about his liking enemas. I love to give him an enema and his nice little firm hairy man-butt. 😉

So, you guys seem to think alike.

Dahianna, I think your husband is like a lot of us. As you said, there are a lot of guys here who would like to give a woman or their wife or girlfriend enemas as much as we like taking them.

He tells me that he likes to give enemas just as much or maybe a little more than him being given an enema.

I think if I had to choose giving or getting, I would choose giving enemas. To me, there is something very erotic about an enema tube in a woman's ass. In fact, giving an enema is one of the most intimate things I can think of to do with a woman.

@Cedar, first thank you for accepting my friend request. 😃 I think my husband is like you are for this,

I think if I had to choose giving or getting, I would choose giving enemas.

Since we have been trying out new sexual techniques or experiences, when it comes to enemas I get more from Tanner than I have given him so far. To be honest, if he hadn't told me and shown me about his enemas I may have just gone to doing enemas as preparation for anal sex. But since he has "come out" as being a life-long enema lover and shown me his secret little "wide wonderful world of enemas" I can't see us giving those up anytime soon, if at all. 😃

I'm not at the point where he is when he says that he "craves" an enema but I am liking them or the experiences that we do that are associated with enemas. I sometimes think that Tanner sees giving me an enema or getting one from me as being almost as good as having sex with me. While I started out with doing enemas for the purpose of having anal sex, Tanner is all about enemas as a starting point or the main event. And so far most if not all of our enema sessions together have found both of us being satisfied sexually. 😃

I have asked him if enemas alone would be enough for him to be satisfied and he had to think about that a little while. He finally told me that enemas alone would be nice, but that the "happy ending" does it for him too. I really don't think our sex play is going to be without an enema somewhere during that time, either as foreplay or afterwards. 🌹

Dahiana, I get to a point where I crave an enema and then try to find a time and the privacy to satisfy that craving.

I'm not at the point where he is when he says that he "craves" an enema but I am liking them or the experiences that we do that are associated with enemas.

Once I've satisfied my craving or give in to the urge and masturbate, then my craving for the enemas seems to relax a little. A little less urgent. I don't usually masturbate until I've satisfied my enema craving.

When you do solo enemas, if you have, do you become sexually aroused? Or do you do solo enemas? If not, then this question probably doesn't make sense.

@Cedar I have done solo enemas and solo enema sessions. I am still very new to enemas in a lot of ways and as I said before, when I did enemas, solo or with my husband, it was to get me ready for anal sex.

When you do solo enemas, if you have, do you become sexually aroused?

I've always masturbated and have for years. I did the candles, crayons, pens, pencils, fingers of course, and when I got my own vibrator, my masturbation increased.

When I got my own vibrator at around age 14 or 15, a secret of mine, I tried or experimented with different combinations of things in my pussy or whatever. I liked trying new things and I do "crave" masturbation and that kind of craving I totally understand. Now I have have tried masturbating with or while having an enema and the combinations. I have a lot more toys now 😉 and there are a few combinations I or my husband have tried with me masturbating and having an enema.

Some of these masturbation sessions that involve enemas have sent me over the top and blew me away. 😄 I can see where I would crave being able to masturbate and use an enema to enhance those feelings but that would be more me craving an orgasm from masturbation and not just an enema. Getting an enema from my husband will get me sexually aroused by they way he touches me as he gives me an enema. But I am not really sure if I can honestly say that I crave an enema for just an enema's sake.

I can say that for me, anyway, I associate enemas with a way to enhance my sexual experience. Not the other way around for a sexual experience to enhance my enema. I'm going to like sex with our without enemas. I also like sex with or without toys but they can make it more memorable. I think this may be the case with enemas too, if given enough time.

...there are a lot of guys who wish that their wives or partners would get interested in enemas. Some of the posts at first made me think that you guys only liked to take enemas on the sly or wished that you would be left alone to enjoy them. I know that isn't the case in the majority of you who post here and from my own personal experience with my husband.

Sharing with someone you love is always better. While I'd love to at least try no-holds-barred erotic enemas with my wife (better, naturally, would be to have it as a regular thing), I'd still want it if she'd give me just some of my "keep-em-moving" enemas in a non-erotic way. Being with someone you trust and love and being able to just let yourself go and put yourself in their hands would be nice. With both though it would only be good if she was really willing rather than giving a begrudging "I guess I can if you really want to" combined with an expression of disgust. That kind of reaction from your love is a buzz killer for almost anything.

I think if I had to choose giving or getting, I would choose giving enemas. To me, there is something very erotic about an enema tube in a woman's ass. In fact, giving an enema is one of the most intimate things I can think of to do with a woman.

While I wouldn't mind giving my wife enemas if she wanted, I'd definitely go for receiving if I could only choose one. I guess that's both because, at least now, I'd be doing enemas anyway and because it would be a way to let my inner sub out.

I had next door neighbor friend that I played with. Once she said her mom was going to give her an enema when she got home from work, because she had constipation. I told her how I sometimes got an enema and that it was quick and felt nice. I suggested that I could give her one (just kidding) since my parents were out for the afternoon. Surprisingly she agreed. We went to my bedroom and I got our bulb syringe from our bathroom and filled up a bowl with warm water just like my mom would do. I was nervous because I had never done it before. I had her pull down her pants and bend over my bed. With help from a little Vaseline the nozzle slipped in easily (surprised both of us). I squirted 4 bulbs into her bottom which was one more than I usually got. I didn't think it would work since I had never give one before, but; In about 2 minutes she had to go. She went directly to my bathroom and I could hear the results (also the smell). She must have really needed it because she was on the toilet for about 15 minutes. Anyway, she felt much better. The funny thing was that she had to have another enema when her mom got home. I cleaned everything up and put the bulb back, so no one knew except us

About the only opportunity I had to sneak an enema as a kid was when I was home alone, which didn't happen too often. On occasion however, I would fake illness and not go to school for a day, and I would have the house to myself all day while my sister was at school and my Mom was at work. On those days, there was some serious "sneaking" of enemas.....everything from M & M, to Ivory SSE's, and oive oil enemas......with lots of masterbation included. I was thoroughly cleaned out by the end of the day. 😃

I used to sneak them often but didn't really have to when I lived with my stepfather. When I was sick home from school I would hint at being constipated long enough until he gave me an enema which I pretended not to like.

My stiff boner that was present before we even started must have given me away but he never said anything.

He even caught my friend Dave and I playing enemas one day. I tried to explain that we needed them. I doubt he believed me but didn't make a big deal about it. He only said in the future that he would be giving them only.

Snuck a bulb fairly often. When the golden opportunity presented I would get the bag out and have some real fun. That didn't happen often enough to suit me however. In college I had to content myself with a shampoo tube (Prell) that I had used up and rinsed out. The threads on the thing were uncomfortable but the device was discrete and it was better than nothing.

Never did get caught. The Prell tube resided in my toilet kit and I was always very careful at home.

I remember that I may have been 12. I had just got my paper route and with my first week's earnings, I had ridden my bike down to the local mall where there was a Walgreens Drug Store. There I found an open top red Tyson Fountain syringe. I purchased it and rode my bike back home thinking that I would have the house to myself for several hours, which I did. Therefore, as a result, I tried out my new enema bag and fell totally in love with it in the process. After that first enema with that new bag I hid the box and syringe in my closet under some blankets.

A few nights later, believing that my Mother was going to have to work late, I took my new bag into my bathroom and had just filled it with warm water. I was about to hang it above my toilet when I heard Mom call out, "Mike, I am home!"

I about panicked!

Quickly I eased out of my bathroom and turned out the light as I closed the bathroom door. I tippy-toed over to my single bed which was close to the windows and away from the door that led to the dining room. I had just climbed into bed when Mother opened my bedroom door. I was holding the full fountain syringe in my left hand between the two beds.

I hoped, oh how I hoped, Mom would just say good night and leave. But, that wasn't to be the case that night. Instead, Mom eased past the end of the bed closest to the door and turned heading for my bed. When she turned to come in between the two beds, Mom saw what I was holding.

Her response was "My, my what have we got here, Mike? Did you get yourself a new enema bag?"

I was oh so embarrassed!

Mom eased over to the side of my bed and sat down next to me. She rubbed my hair and said "Son, I love you so much!"

That eased my tension a bit, but I was still embarrassed.

Mother leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the side of my cheek and then took the new syringe from my hand. Then, she stood up and walked to the door stopping at it for a second as she said these words "Mike, this one is a real beauty, isn't it?"

I couldn't say anything, except 'Good night Mom!"

Mom replied back "Good night Mike, try and get some sleep!"

But, how was I going to get some sleep having been busted like I had just been?

Somehow, though, I drifted off to sleep after several hours.

Early the next morning, Mom came back into my room early and woke me up.

I couldn't believe it! This day was a Saturday and I didn't have school and she didn't have to go to work. Under normal circumstances, both of us would usually sleep late, but not this morning.

Mom woke me up with a purpose!

She did it by sitting on the open bed which was next to the door which gave her access to me. She woke me up by rubbing the back of my neck lightly!

I thought it was a fly or something. I swatted at it and she took my hand. I looked up and there was Mom. it sort of scared me!

She pulled me out of bed by my hand and led me into my bathroom, where I saw my new enema bag hanging above my toilet from a small curtain rod hook. At first I thought it was filled with the same water that I had had in it the night before, but I soon realized it was not. What I saw was some white soap suds on the bag's red surface.

Mother looked over at me and said, "well, Mike, are you going to just stand there or are you going to let me give you this enema with your new bag?"

I gave Mom a hug. Then, I took off my underwear and lay across the top of my toilet. Mom slipped the enema pipe into my rectum and opened the tube's shut-off. Water immediately began to enter my rectum. As it did, I looked up at Mom as she stood next to me with her hand on the new bag. She was gently squeezing it as the thing emptied its contents into me.

I was in la la land!

After Mom gave me three enemas that morning, Mother came back into my bathroom where she put a hook on the inside of my bathroom door. Then, she took my new enema bag off the small curtain rod hook and walked to the door hanging it there saying "Mike, that ought to do, don't you think?"

I smiled!

Well let me tell you this, that bag was well used let me tell you, For every Saturday for the next two years, Mom would wake me up and give me at least 3 enemas with my red, Tyson open top enema bag!

I had a great Mom!

I didn't receive enemas growing up. I first discovered when I was probably 13 and found a fleet in a bathroom cabinet at my aunt's house. I might have seen info about enemas in a home health care book, but it was my first time even knowingly seeing one. I was well acquainted with rectal temps and less so with suppositories, so it was a natural extension of my curiosities. I took it out of the box and looked at it with some level of excitement.

I later ended up buying one and trying it. I'd occasionally give myself a fleet and even managed to get a couple of friends to help me on different occasions.

I eventually traded up to a bag. I didn't use it much and ended up getting rid of itwhen my dad found it and wondered why I had it. I would eventually replace it when I had my own room at college.

Still not a huge user of them, but I do like the ritual. Mostly confined to the occasional play exam and/or in advance of anal play.

All of my enemas were always in secret. I would sneak a small blue bulb when I was about 11, and I would fill myself with it repeatedly while standing at the bathroom sink. I took a decent volume of water, but it took a lot of refilling. By 13 I had learned to detach the shower head and use the hose for larger volumes and a faster fill. Throughout my teens I'd spend hours playing with the shower hose whenever I was alone.

My brother, sister, and I would spent two or three weeks at our grandmothers after school was out for the summer. The year I turned twelve after being there a week or so, I got constipated, my grandmother was outside working in the yard, the red douche/enema bag always hung in the bathroom shower, so I decided I would take care of myself without telling my RN grandmother. I got everything ready, got in the knee chest position, and had just inserted the enema nozzle in my anus when my grandmother walked into the bathroom. She asked me, “just what do you think you’re doing?” I said, “I’m taking an enema because I’m constipated.” She told me, as she removed the enema nozzle from my anus, “you always come and tell me when you are constipated... Period.” Then gave my bare bottom two or three good hard pops with her hand. At that, she put the toilet lid down, picked me up and sat down on the toilet, putting me across her lap pinning my hands behind my back in one quick movement, then reached for her hairbrush that was laying beside the bathroom sink. She didn’t say a word to me once she had the hairbrush in hand, she let it talk to my bare bottom about the mistake I made, not telling her I was constipated. After I stopped crying and calmed down, she talked me through fixing a very warm two quart Ivory soap enema, which she gave me in the knee chest position, making sure I took the full two quarts. For the first rinse, she told me how to fix a two quart salt and baking soda enema. When it was ready, she talked me through giving it to myself. For the second rinse, I had to fix the salt and baking soda enema, then give it to myself to show her I knew what I was doing. A few days later she took my brother and I to the bathroom and taught my brother how to fix a two quart Ivory soap enema for himself while I watched. When he had it ready, she talked him through giving the enema to himself. Then I had to do likewise, but without any help, fixing it or giving it to myself. Next, she told my brother how to fix a two quart salt and baking soda rinse enema for himself. This time he had to give it to himself without her help. Again, I had to do likewise for my first rinse enema, without any help fixing it or giving it to myself. For the second rinse emema my brother and I had to fix our own in turn, then give it to ourselves as she watched us. When we were both through with our second rinse ememas, she told both of us, to always come and let her know before we took an enema, and not to use her three quart pumpkin bag in the bathroom closet. We were only to use the red two quart bag hanging in the shower, because she didn’t want us taking over two quarts at our age. If we didn’t tell her first or got caught using the pumpkin bag, she would have her hairbrush talk to our bare bottoms. The next year, when we went to our grandmothers for a few weeks during summer vacation, she taught our sister how to self administer enemas, only we didn’t get to watch. Best I recall, after school started in the fall, following my sister being taught to self administer, the three of us started giving each other enemas after school, while our parents were at work. It got started after school one afternoon, when only my sister and I were home, our brother was still at school for practice. I told my sister, I wanted the bathroom to take an enema, when she said, “tell you what, you give me an enema and I’ll give you one.” A month or so later, our brother caught us and joined in. The question I always had, and we never discussed it amongst ourselves, did our mother know what we were doing? Yes, she did to a point, I don’t think she knew we gave enemas to each other and for how long, but I could be wrong. I’m also reasonably sure our mother was behind our RN grandmother teach the three of us to self administer during our summer vacation visits with her.

Good morning everyone, I can't remember if I had entered a post here or not, but if not, I almost always snuck enemas as a teen while my parents went away for a weekend trip....My heart used to dance with anticipation on a Friday afternoon or morning when they would be packing the car to leave or go away, because it was at those times, I knew exactly what I would be doing about an hour or so after they had-- my bottom would be bare and I would be eagerly filling my mothers red enema bag and I would be enjoying myself to my hearts content.....My mother was a devout enema addict and I believe that this is how this all started for me....I saw my mother receive many enemas from a close friend of hers and the both of them used to give them to me, when my mother thought or felt that I was in need of them......I can recall one session where my mother actually gave her friend a series of 4 very large and soapy enemas, and how I remember this is largely because my mothers friend had dropped by one morning and asked my mother to please help her with her very bad case of constipation, and I can remember her telling my mother that if the enemas did not work, she was going to have to go to the E.R. to get looked at and she did not want the embarrassment of that taking place....I think I was like 15 and it was one of those rare occasions where my mother actually wound up giving to her friend instead of being on the receiving end of the enema hose......Her friend did not mind the fact that I was home that day, it was an early summer morning, and I just decided to go to my room to give them the privacy that they needed.....That did not last too long though, as my mother had yelled to me to get some more towels from bathroom and bring them to her in her bedroom.....Once there, there was her friend Nancy, totally nude laying on her right side, bottom facing out towards the bedroom door, with the hose and nozzle in place and the bag was draining into her, slowly and she was lightly moaning asking my mother to please stop the flow to give her a break.....I could not help but see it all taking place, and my mother wanted the extra towels as Nancy said she thought she might have an accident as she was that badly tied up inside.....In any event, I handed her the towels, and went to the living room and about 15 minutes later, Nancy emerged from the bedroom along with my mother in tow, carrying the now empty bag behind her , as she left the hose and nozzle in her , and Nancy had the bath towel just barely draped in front of herself, which barely covered much of anything by the way she was holding it in place....Her nipples were totally erect and her tummy was bulging quite a bit from all the solution my mother had given her......Seeing all of this only added fuel to the fire of my own imagination for when I would be alone for my personal enema time alone ......I masturbated several times after seeing this session take place while giving myself enemas, and knew then that I would also become a devout enema fan for life......I even went so far with this as to fake being constipated two weeks after this took place, while Nancy was there just visiting with my mother, to see if the both of them would by chance, give me the enemas I had begun to fantasize about, and sure enough, it worked !!! They both suggested that I should have a small series of enemas, and assured me that it would help.....About 20 minutes after complaining, I was in my bedroom, totally nude and being given the start of a 4 enema session by the both of them......It might have been a bit more than I had bargained for at the time, but I masturbated furiously over what took place with me for weeks afterwards ..... And again, I always somehow found time home alone to myself where I could indulge in my enema play and have some very solid orgasms from it .....

I would often times growing up find myself getting the big red syringe under the sink and filling it with soap suds and administrating in me, this in spite of the resistance I would give my mother when I was called to the bathroom to get same enema.

I grew up in a household which didn't have any equipment, in the off chance that an enema was given it was a fleet type. And even then, I only recall being given two in my childhood, both of which, were heavily fought of course.

I do remember at some point using some kind of bath toy to give myself one somewhere between the ages of 4-8, and of course I did buy a bulb at some point when I was over 16. I vaguely recall finding a fleet in the parents bathroom at one point, and of course I took it on my own and then kind of went off an bought a bulb. The bulb disappeared at some point shortly after though, 99% sure it was found and taken.

The closest I ever came to "sneaking" an enema was the first time I ever took a Fleet enema.

I was alone in the house, and my father had no advance notice so it was technically a "sneak"

I got somewhat of a late start with actual bag-to-butt practice, but I did develop an early theoretical knowledge.

For me it began when I overheard the popular school dumbass (no pun intended, haha) trying to get laughs about his sister's use of enemas at home. Nobody believed him, but I was intrigued by the general idea (not having grown up with enemas, but knowing how much I secretly enjoyed rectal thermometry). So whenever I had some privacy at home, I sneaked through my parents' various medical books and, voila, found and read some pages describing the historic use of enemas. That night was a memorable head-to-toe tingle with a tent in my sheet! Afterward, I tried to find out as much as I could through research at school's library -- anatomy, science, nursing, pre-med etc. No equipment at home for me to practice with, unfortunately. But the imagination seemed a suitable alternative.

Then one day I came across a magazine article in which the author wrote firsthand about a colonic. Well, that hit me hard. I manned up (as did my manhood!) enough to buy my first enema kit and smuggled it home. And I'll never forget, that very next weekend I had the house to myself. You all can guess what my priority was...(Smiling just thinking back on it! ?).

That Friday night, my own dumb ass (pun intended, haha!) finally got smart. It felt a nice flow of incoming cold water (I was so afraid then of warm or warm-hot after reading all about the sensitivity of rectal/lower GI tissue). After my first bag that night, a violent thunderstorm (which I loved!) began. Spontaneoulsy, I gave myself another bagful and rode out both the storm outside and the high pressure inside.... oh what a night!

After that amazing weekend, I did an enema whenever I had the privacy (which wasn't often enough, unfortunately). But my kit traveled with me and eventually got replaced with age. Nowadays I take from an open 4qt silicone bag. Cold, warm, hot, soap, and each time I always set out to make my younger self proud!

I've also learned to enjoy thunderstorms and enemas separately for their own merits. (Not enough of one, but many opportunities for the other ?) To this day, both leave me feeling as tingly and as fresh as that first time when practice met theory.

I've wrote on this subject before. But, I haven't written about this time. I was at my father's office at the local newspaper one night while Dad worked on a story. We had the building basically to ourselves. So, while Dad worked I went into the area where the paper was literally put together. That area had a small bathroom as well. The bathroom also had a rather large sink with a rubber hose attached to the spigot. I would go in there, slip my pants and underwear down, lean across the toilet and insert the rubber hose into my rectum. I would then turn on the water so that it was only a trickle and take me an enema. I don't how many times I did that type of enema, but it wasn't very often. But, I did it every chance I got.

@miker Did you ever find out why a hose was attached to the faucet? Sounds unusual for a work place bathroom. Also, did you consider that someone else might have used the same hose as was just like you did? I'm guessing probably not, since that sort of caution doesn't cross young minds.

Well, the hose was used for several things in the type set room. Mostly for washing out type set. Being a kid, that loved feeling an enema filling my rectum, it only had one function though. And that was to inject water into my rectum.

While on the farm we had enema fest, literally, with dad bulging and waddling and once sported a pregnancy with a brazier. When we quit farming and moved into town, we had to completely change lifestyles. Play enemas were out. I was thoroughly hooked way way back and we even played pretend enema when we were locked out of the house on Saturday mornings. I got our neighbor girl to participate, after I ate some of her mud pie. But after that, she led into it. So I must have done her good. Mind you, this was over a decade before masturbation was discovered. I had one girl cousin that was 8 years older. She showed us our first sexual amusement. The two were not connected till in sophomore year of high school. It was just that, that boner needed some help.

So yes, my brother & sister expected me to fix them when alone for a time. We automatically jumped to enemas when ever we could. We were found out by way of being messy and learned to be neat butt buddies. I remember enema parties at age of four. They were an out door event with lots of laughter and hollering. One neighbor lady occasionally came down our way for a calming enema. Mom was good at that and I picked up on it, by age 10.

When I was about 10 or 12 I started to give myself enemas whenever I was home alone, mostly when I got home from school and was alone in the house. Finding times when I could be alone as I had 6 siblings all coming and going all the time. Still managed to give myself many enemas.

I remember sneaking out the enema bag from the shelf and giving myself a quick one when i could,that’s when the magic began for me around 11 12 years old ,been a big fan ever since.

Sneaking an enema seems to be part of growing up in the 50s and 60s although nobody I know would admit to liking enemas. If we were to be caught by mom we likely would have said we were constipated so as to make it sound somewhat legitimate. No way would we let her know we were doing it because we wanted to.

For me it started quite easily. The bulb was kept under the bathroom sink so it only took a few minutes to get in a squirt or two. Is it still sneaking if mom knows you have been doing it, but just not how often, or that it is just for fun? Yes, I suppose so. But it was just part of growing up in those days. My younger brother did it too although we never did it together and we never talked about it. We just knew. And looking back I'm pretty sure mom knew too but at the time we thought we had her fooled.

I started giving myself a bulb or two in the bathtub around 9. Around 11 I started using the bag on myself when I was home alone. It was so nice to take them at home using the family bag. We had a red open top bag, red tubing and black nozzles. I remember the adult nozzle feeling very good compared to the small nozzle on the bulb syringe.

As a child, my mom always had her douche bag hanging on the back side of the shower curtain. It was always wet after she bathed making it clear that she douched daily. This open wet bag gave me many opportunities when I knew I would be alone to fill myself with warm water. There was something about the adrenaline rush of knowing I was on the sly waiting for my chance that made the anticipation as well as the actual enemas some of the best ever. No, I never got caught. Great memories!

I started sneaking anemas as a kid Around age 7. At first it was Bulb enema sthat I gave myself They were quick they were easy And then eventually I graduated into using the bag And the big douche nozzle on myself I did it as often as I could and the time Parents were out of the house I loved it when my mom had to go to work Sometimes I keep myself enemas everyday Is it under statement to say even as a kid I loved him and I still do to this day