Thank you for some thoughtful posts here, and I love Emom's "mystique of the enema." I think only those who take enemas understand there is a "mystique" about them. I don't have words to explain it, but for me it's there. Enemas affect me ranging from superficially to deeply personal, depending on the situation. I've experienced both ends of the spectrum and in between.
I can be having one of my occasional "C" bouts and just want to get into the bathroom and get my system moving again. No magic anticipation or deep sensual feelings -- just rid my insides of what needs to come out. Thirty minutes later I'm back being Mom, wife, maid, cook, office administrator...you know, all that stuff we women do to make our world a better place.
Then there's the night I get home from a business trip with a blasting headache and upset stomach because I'm nine hours in an airport until the weather clears. My husband waits up, urges me take a hot shower and promises a nice massage. When my headache is still throbbing and my tummy is queasy, he asks me if I think an enema would make me feel better and help me sleep. At first I resist. I'm much too tired for that. He sits on the bed and we chat about my trip, and for some reason my mind begins to shift into anticipation mode. After a few minutes I say to him, "Are you still awake enough to give me an enema." It's not just an enema, it's an intimate act of caring and compassion. I feel so much better. We make love and fall asleep together.
What a difference contrasting these two scenarios -- and they're both real in my life. Yes, I believe there is a "mystique" that affects us in those moments when our minds anticipate and our bodies respond with so much pleasure.