Enema fascination

I must have been about three for the first one. I had been thinking about them before that, when my older brother had gotten one. I liked them then and still do. I used to lie in the tub holding my butt cheeks apart trying to get some water to enter. No luck of course.

It started for me , as with most others @ this site , w/ a very caring mom and rthe fact that I grew up in the decade of the 1950's when a home illness equated to an enema from mom while recuperating . I also had a very good male and also a female friend who when we were growing up we often compared notes as to or home / hospital enemas and went to far as to administer same to each other . By that time , enemas were an erotic experience especially when given by a caring female as in my mom , grandmom , a great-aunt and a college dorm mom !!!!

I know that I received enemas frequently from infant. Butt I think that the fascination and solo experimentation came from the hospital enema experience at age 7 or 8 (3rd or 4th grade). It was during the war....I had a ruptured appendix and was in the hospital for some time. The enemas were given with a jones can and a 36 Fr catheter and always by a young nurse. It was wonderful.

the boxcar

My enjoyment came largely from the combination of shame for liking the experience and fear of being caught while self administering enemas. It almost never seemed possible that others could be in the same boat with me. Boy did the internet dispell that notion!Growing up, I didn't know any women liked them (because they lacked a prostate)...also a myth.I went to the first E-fests in Las Vegas and found myself in paradise!

My enema enjoyment started in my early teens. I have never been given an enema by mother, as seems to be the most common introduction. After my mother died, my father married a very sexy young lady, who became my new mother.

She was into enemas, and when the hormones started to invade my body, I became very interested in her activity. It's probably fair to say that at the time I was secretely in love, and wished I could join her sessions. Too scared to peek, I was sitting in my room hearing the activities and the expulsions from the bathroom.

So strong was my curiosity, that I had to sneak-try the equipment, an oldfashioned enamelled can with a thin rectal nozzle, but the kit also contained a douche nozzle, which became my favourite. Experiments with the nozzle penetrating my then virgin ass and feeling the water filling my guts awoke my anal fascination, I have for ever since been hooked on enemas!

Since then I have been into all sorts of secret solo anal play, but always end up with the good old enema in various forms as the ultimate relief from my cravings. Sadly, I have never been able to share my enema dreams with anyone. This forum has helped me understand that I am not completely abnormal, thank you all for sharing your experiences.

I think it must have started with rectal temperatures when I was a baby and too young for oral. Like others have mentioned when I was going up, enemas were the cure all for whatever was ailing you. I remember my mother telling me to pant like a little doggy while she filled my behind with soapy water. My first sexual play was anal and I still am fascinated by the sight of a butt hole especially with an enema tube inserted.

The sight of a beautiful woman's sexy round rear is an exciting sight. The thought of giving her an enema, or her giving one to me, well... what can I say?

I was one of the children of the 60's and I seemed to never want to stop playing to go to the bathroom. As a result of not wanting to take time to have a bowel movement I was constipated and I was given enemas. I hated them at first but learned to love them. It have been years since I have had an enema but they still have an odd appeal.

Why? Anything anal feels good to me. The muscles as well as my prostate.

Just to hear the word "enema" spoken is exciting for me. I especially like to hear the word used in movies that are either old classic films or modern day porn movies. There is no other word in the english laungage that could take the place of the word, "enema." On YouTube, you get a variety of short videos on enemas:coffee enemas, how to give enemas, enema movies, hospital enemas, gay enemas, enemas before anal sex, anal douches, etc. In 1977, a film was made about the Illinois enema bandit called "Waterpower." If you put this title in the subject line, you will see a brief excerpt. Also, enter "Stonefox" enema videos for a large selection. Watching YouTube enema videos is like being a kid in a candy store.

For me it's the anticipation, and then the feeling of extreme fullness inside, the pressure that you can't get any other way except through a large enema. That's why I like large volumes, but I appreciate that others don't share this taste. The sense of extreme fullness is so sexy.

I think my fascination for enemas has a lot to do with just how many little niches they can fit .. from erotic to relaxing to intimacy .. sexual and non-sexual. Enemas are so many things to me at different times.

For my wife and myself, it's an enjoyable sensation as an addendum to intercourse/oral/masturbation, etc. Our girlfriend enjoys those aspects, but also enjoys the feeling of submission. She crosses over into medfet as well, so the fetish is muliti-layered for her. So, what motivates us can vary, but in the end, it either appeals or it doesn't. If you need to ask, probably not your thing..

The whole enema process is an erotic experience for me, whether alone or with a partner

Doc holiday is right. There is nothing like the sight of a womans beautiful ass across your lap receiving a rectal temp followed by bulb enemas. Just finished a few hours ago giving my wife one.

I recently had a fascinating experience while visiting my Aunt Suzie, a retired RN who lives in a retirement community. Suzie was always the one to give the enemas in our family. I wasn't aware until recently that Aunt Suzie supplements her retirement income by administering enemas and massage to her friends and neighbors.

Anyway Suzie told me about her "practice" the day after I arrived and told me that she had three appointments scheduled that afternoon. She asked if I would like to watch and I almost fainted, but then decided that it might be interesting.

Suzie introduced me to her first appointment as a trainee/observer and asked permission for me to observe the treatment. Much to my surprise, the older lady agreed, and we all retired to Suzie's treatment studio. The older lady (I later learned she was 73) removed her clothing and was helped onto the table and a thin sheet was placed over her. Aunt Suzie then proceeded to fill a large bag and hang it. She raised the patient's knees and worked a pillow under her hips. The sheet was moved back and the old lady was completely exposed from just above her navel.

Aunt Suzie began by lightly massaging the belly, hips, legs and feet of the patient, all the while telling her to relax. Soon she massaged the pubic mound and lightly stroked the sparse fine hair covering it before finally fingering the anal opening. After applying a good amount of lubricant to the opening and more to the large, long nozzle, she began to slowly work it into the opening. Once the nozzle had been inserted, the flow soon followed. Soon it was stopped as the patient complained, and the belly was rubbed and kneaded to alleviate the pressure. This happened several more times until the entire bag was empty. The nozzle was then removed and a butt plug was inserted in its place and pumped up to seal the opening and prevent accidents.

After several minutes of moaning and continued belly massage and manipulation, the patient was helped off the table and into the adjoining bathroom where the plug was removed and she was allowed to expel her "load," as she called it. After she finished, Aunt Suzie helped her clean and freshen herself up and re=dress. The lady cheerfully gave Suzie her payment and a gratuity and left saying she felt really good and would call for an appointment when she needed one.

Although I have received enemas, this is the only one I had observed being administered to someone other than a family member. It was quite exciting and actually an erotic experience. When I have time, I will try to relate my observations of the other two patients Aunt Suzie "treated" that afternoon before turning her attention to me that evening.

Enemas are a hidden sensuality. And you wonder, am I the only one who thinks about these things?

I really do not know where the fascination came from for me. I remember as a child of about 2 maybe nearly 3 receiving an enema and not enjoying it all. But for some reason later on in life I tried them and found that I really enjoyed the sensations. It is something that there no real explanation for.

Professor

Its a kind of magic - its about ENEMAS........

The anal stimulation, the nice slow fill, coupled with the ever increasing urge to expel while receiving the enema, all add up in creating an exquisite experience.

My pleasure is related to seeing my enema coming from an enema bag (open-top or combo bag). Also, seeing an enema bulb pressed into me, and feeling it between my cheeks is exciting.

On the other hand, getting an enema from a shower connection does not excite me. Same would be true from an enema can. My enema excitement is derived from the things I saw and feared during my formative years. So the best is looking up and seeing the bag with the hose running down, curved around and disappearing in my backside.

My fascination comes from the infancy. Initially I did not like to receive them. Finally in the adolescence, I discovered that I was feeling attracted by this practice, and this has accompanied me during all my life.