Did you ever think you were the only person in the world to get an enema.

While I never thought I was the only one to get them.my sister got one months before I got my first. I soon wondered if I was the only one that liked them. I also saw a Penthouse letter many years later. The story was about a husband that had done something wrong and his wife tied him up for a whole weekend when he got home from work. she embarrassed him in different ways all weekend long. One of the final things she did was invite two of her girlfriends over and he was blindfolded and naked and they gave him an enema.

Yes and for years I thought I was probably the only one who liked them. Then the internet arrived!

Yes ………. when I was a kid . My home enemas were always very private affairs with just mom and I and the ' old reliable ' family enema syringe . She always had the doors locked , curtains drawn and the telephone ' off the hook ' to insure a ' do not disturb ' bathroom / bedroom setting . I have always

appreciation her discretion as to our privacy . Then , I thought I was the only kid to ' receive ' but as time passed I found that I was indeed not the ' only bottom being ' enemaed ' ' on any given day . What a surprise when I discovered that ' moms , grandmoms and aunts all received enemas and as readily exchanged them with each other .

No, not that I got enemas, but that I found them sexually stimulating to the point of masturbating while taking one. On the other hand, for a long time I thought I was only person in the world who could masturbate.

I don't ever recall getting an enema as a child. Somehow I evolved into liking anal insertion. That further evolved into enemas for the purpose of anal/rectal/colon insertion and being clean for that purpose.

I love fucking my ass with things. The only purpose of my cleansing

Sprogger3 said:

Until I found stories in Penthouse Forum, I thought I was the only one to use enemas for sexual relief..............

Exactly the same for me after discovering that an enema was both fun and extremely erotic at age 15. I just can't recall whether I first saw it in Penthouse Forum or a like publication, Variations by Playboy. I also distinctly remember after reading a few of the rare accounts of sexual enema (or another kink, rubber) use that 1) great, I'm not alone, and 2) that means there's at least some hope of finding a girlfriend who likes them too (and won't reject me).

Eric

No I didn’t, because I saw my brother and sister receiving enemas. At school we talked amongst ourselves about enemas, mostly when someone had been out sick, knowing the Doctor would order enemas. The funny thing was we all said, we hated enemas, when in fact the opposite was true.

Yes the Penthouse Forum articles were a real eye-opener for me to know I was not alone. Another time when I was around 10 we were having show and tell at school. One boy, who was out sick the day before, mentioned in show and tell that his mother gave him an enema yesterday. Many in the class giggled so there were a lot of enemas going on. This was in the late 50's.

Growing up in the Golden Era made knowledge of enemas a far more commonplace thing than it is today. My mother was quite open about her own enema use and she had no reservations about not only giving them to us, but also talking about them openly in general conversation. The enema truly had its rightful place in our home.

I remember my mom telling us one day that some lady friend of hers told her that she gave her rowdy sons the option of choosing between an enema or a good strapping as punishment when they transgressed. She said that those boys preferred the strap - something which really surprised me because I was by that time (even as a young kid!) a serious enema enthusiast who could not understand for the life of me how an enema could be administered as a form of punishment. (Good Lord, I would feign constipation or itchy worms or any other excuse to get one, as well as sneaking them regularly whenever I had the opportunity.) With hindsight I can now only presume the enemas that woman gave her boys as punishment must have been serious stuff with severe cramping and pain, not the gentle and pleasant ones I got from mom or sneaked (snuck?) myself. Something along the lines of Susie's Rough Ride Enema or similar, maybe?

Anyhow, enemas were never used as a form of punishment by mom in our house. I remember several occasions of my brother loudly calling from the bathroom to mom to "come give me an enema because the poo won't come out", for the whole household to hear. So, I was aware my siblings also got (and probably enjoyed) them but we never compared notes nor discussed any of our enema experiences among ourselves, back then or since, even to this day. Weird, ain't it - for kids that grew up in a house with so much openness about the subject?

One of the mental "games" I play when I have done something like look at the bag too long, or thinking too much, or otherwise psyched myself out, one thing I can do to "Psyche myself back in" is to think about how many other people all over the world are taking an enema right at that moment!!

I've already mentioned that I thought I was only person who liked enemas. Adding to that, I also felt guilty about it since I would masturbate during my enemas and once I came, I felt guilt about doing both. Kept trying to give them both up - and never succeeded. The worst part was all the many bags and equipment I would throw out in a fit of guilt - only to be out collecting and taking/doing again in a few weeks. Finally, wised up in my mid-forties; realizing I'm never going to get over my love of enemas, and masturbating.

Growing up in the late 40's through the early 70's, enemas were a common thing. Most kids got them and we all seemed to be aware of it. Even though I was an only child, I was given enemas with several of my younger boy cousins at my grandparents' home. Being given enemas was common talk amongst the kids I grew up with.

Being given enemas was common talk amongst the kids I grew up with.

Interesting, I have a different memory - From what I remember is was not common talk among the kids I grew up with in the early 1950's. I had no idea who was getting them. The only one I remember talking about them was a girl I was friendly with who would turn our conversations in to her asking me about the enemas I had gotten. Since I liked her I would tolerate her questions, but did not ask her about hers..

Until July 1959--I was the only (age 9) boy in the neighborhood click of 10-12 boys who had NOT been given a enema bag enema. I got a lot of wise cracks/comments from my buddies on how "awful" that first one would be. How "bad" it would feel when the clamp was unclicked...Getting it "bare naked"..All that talk.Well--they were right on. My first was quite unpleasant. A "butt buster" warm soapy water enema -- bare naked and I fussed/cried like a dang baby getting it. But I was now a member of the (neighborhood boys) "Got a enema" Club...

Because they were never used in my family, my first enema experiences happened in an Italian hospital (early/mid 70s, standard pre-operation-prep procedure) from the ages of four to eight. For a while I believed that enemas were only used in a clinical environment, however I recall my mother once saying that she was given an enema at the age of one due to severe constipation – apparently it saved her life.

During my school years I never mentioned let alone discussed the subject with anyone nor did I ever hear the word ‘enema’ even mentioned amongst other fellow students. The situation was the same in the home circle. Besides, I was too embarrassed and ashamed to accidentally disclose the fact that for some unknown reason I had found those eight hospital enemas pleasantly titillating. Therefore, I never motioned it or anything remotely associated with the subject.

I was in my early teen when I happen to chance finding a red enema bulb with a black nozzle stored up high in the garage. Naturally, for some time I went on to make discreet use of that fine piece of equipment.

Years later I got married and eventually purchased some equipment with the excuse that I needed it for health reasons. My wife never enjoyed enemas or anything to do with the anus, so I didn’t force the issue. I have never told her my real reason for giving myself enemas or about my anal interests, and to the best of my knowledge she is non-the-wiser. It wasn’t until I joined the internet for the first time back in 2008 that I finally learned all that I know today. I still love my wife and I’m not looking for anyone, but it’s reassuring and liberating to know that I’m not alone!

No ........ I knew that many of my boyhood friends and relatives both boys and girls received enemas from their moms . What was a surprise was when I made the discovery that our moms , and perhaps dads as well , ' took ' or were given enemas as adults and that an enema was not confined to just we kids .

From the time that I had begun to converse with other kids, and certainly my older sister and family members, I knew that enemas were quite common and certainly a topic of conversation.

What I didn't realize until much later in life, was that there were others who discovered the pleasures and enjoyment of the simple procedure. I became aware of those involuntary responses and ultimate relief from an enema, but thought I was only one of a few who actually craved a good enema.

I kept my desires and obsession pretty secret, aside from admitting to an enema now and then, in a clinical or medical setting. Attendance at EFEST in Las Vegas was quite an eye opener as I came to realize that many successful, professional, and otherwise "normal" folks found enjoyment.

No but for the longest time I thought I was Weird for Enjoy them . I felt that way for years till I found a site like this one