I cannot tell you how delighted I am with Penthouse. The entertainment of the great photography and articles makes the other magazine like an old man's bedtime book. One section, Penthouse Forum, has completely changed my love life. In fact, my girl thinks that, next to the Pill, it has done more to liberate sex than anything else. Before we read Penthouse we thought we knew all about sex, as we were uninhibited enough to enjoy cunnilingus, etc. Then one day at the airport I bought a copy of your magazine and read the letters about taking enemas. I showed it to my girl, but we didn't see how putting water in the rectum could enhance one's sexual feelings. Of course, neither of us had ever tried an enema.

A week later, on my way to pick up my girl to go to a party, I happened to pass a drug store and on the spur of the moment I went in and bought an enema bag. I asked the salesgirl to gift-wrap it and you should have seen her raised eyebrows, but she obliged. When I arrived at the apartment, my girl was all dressed up and ready to go to the party. I gave her the gift-wrap box and told her she could open it later. But she insisted on opening it there and then. When she unwrapped it and saw the enema bag, she gave a shy smile and said thank-you. Then she excused herself and went into the bedroom. In a few minutes she returned completely nude and holding the now-assembled enema bag up high so the long tube with the enema nozzle on the end did not touch the floor. She promised : This evening is going to be better than the party we were going to.

Seeing the way she held the enema bag gave me a huge erection and I knew what she had said was about to come true. The first time I gave her an enema I was very clumsy and the same when she gave me mine. Neither of us took more than one quart of warm water, but we both found it stimulating. We had one of the best sex acts we had ever had with each other and she reached her first climax while I was giving her the first enema. After we finished, we went into the bathroom to expel the enema. While she was on the toilet seat, I sat on the edge of the bathtub playing with her breasts. She became excited again and when I started expelling my water, she started playing with me. That night we gave each other two more enemas with sex in-between. It was sensational. The next morning we both awoke refreshed. I do believe that these irrigations do wash toxic products out of one's system.

Now, my girl enjoys getting in the knee-chest position and after I have started giving her the enema she slips my penis into her vagina from the rear. When she gives me an enema I lie on my left side and after she has inserted the enema pipe into my rectum, she leans over and sucks me at the same time. Since we are very open about our sex life, we have never hid the enema bag in the closet but let it hang in plain view for anyone who uses our bathroom to see. J. D., Atlanta, Ga. (April 1973)

Special Preference

I have been fascinated to read you continuing Forum correspondence concerning enemas. I have been obsessed by the enema for my entire life since my infancy. I can offer no explanation for this obsession other than that it is a natural offshoot of anal eroticism or perhaps has masochistic origins. To my knowledge, I never received an enema till I was 14 when I was continually feigning constipation till my mother resorted to an enema as a last resort. As I had known it would be, it was an indescribably erotic event. Since that time, I have administered enemas to myself on numerous occasions, probably averaging about one a month. J.R.N., NYC, NY (April 1973)