TLDR: I bought a house with a shower enema from a cute young lady and now I fantasize about her.
Another related story I have is from about a year ago when my wife and I were looking to buy a house for my mother to live in. A promising house came on the market, and one of the biggest selling points for us was that, especially for a starter home, it had a really big, really nice walk in shower - perfect for an elderly person with limited mobility.
There were probably 3-4 pictures of the shower and master bath, and as i looked through the pictures, I noticed a feature that sure looked like a large bore enema/douche nozzle, permanently attached with a sepa³rate hose, diverter valve and holder afixed to the wall. But, I thought, “nah, surely thats just some sleek, modern design handheld shower head”. The pictures did not show it quite clearly enough to know for sure.
The next day we viewed the property. Sure as hell, there was a big ol' stainless enema nozzle sitting proudly in its holster, ready to fight the good fight at a moment’s notice. I thought it highly likely the house was owned by a gay male couple - probably because the reviews I'd read for such devices (I'd considered buying one once or twice) seemed to be 90% submitted by gay guys.
The shower enema aside, the house was absolutely perfect for my mom, and we ended up putting in an offer, which was accepted. To my surprise, the gender-specific first names and matching last names on the sellers' disclosure form were consistent with a heterosexual married couple.
A few days after we went under contract, I went back to the house for a routine pre-close inspection. At one point when I ended up alone in the bathroom, I found myself fantasing about how and why the couple would use the shower shot. One thing I was quite certain of - they used enemas and/or vaginal douches very frequently. People who only resort to enemas once a year or so for severe constipation would have disposables, a cheap bulb, or (at most) a cheap bag from a drug store.
Maybe one of them had a chronic medical condition and the enemas were purely therapeutic? The large nozzle seemed to make that unlikely. Was it just, in their minds, a necessary evil to save embarrassment when she offered him anal every year on his birthday? No, it would have to be a very frequent occurence to go to the trouble and expense of installing such a device. Perhaps they were both complete klismos, using it to clean each other out and get each other off. Or maybe she only used it for nice, warm, endless douching of her pussy, rubbing her clit as the water endlessly gushed out of her. Or maybe she was a dom who used it to thoroughly clean him out before a sound pegging? There were several possible solutions, and all but one were giving me a semi right there in a stranger's bathroom.
Due to my orientation, I did not spend much time thinking of it being for his solo use, even though I believe men are far more likely to have an enema fetish. Fuck Occam's razor - that's inconsistent with my famtasy.
They certainly were not embarrassed for people to know about their enema usage. It was not only on display in their bathroom, pictures were on the web for the world to see. Ironically, they just did not give a shit. It was almost as if they were inviting questions.
I pictured a mid-forties average-looking couple, and I got increasingly turned on as I fantasized about these people I'd never met. The image of the depraved, middle-aged, avererge-looking deviants filling each other for fulfillment was dashed, however, when Mrs. Homeowner returned home just before we wrapped up the inspection. She was young (probaby around 27), she was very, very cute, and she seemed very, very sweet.
Although I am very happy in my marriage and would never betray my wife in reality, I did, to paraphrase Jimmy Carter, lust in my heart for her.
She told me how she was going to miss her beautiful shower, and that sometimes on a weekend she'd spend hours pampering herself and having a “spa day” in her shower to wind down. And she's saying this to a guy she knows to have just seen - nay, inspected - her fancy built-in enema. Killin' me, Smalls.
I saw her again at closing, and she was even sweeter and looked cuter the second time around. She and my wife seeemed to really hit it off and exchanged phone numbers. Those two potentially becoming friends added even more to the spank bank - fantasies of the three of us engaging in all kinds of water fun (sorry Mr. Former Homeowner, you're not invited).
I assumed they would disconnect the device and take it with them when they moved out - even though it was probably technically a permanently-mounted fixture that should convey with the home. How many buyers would want a pre-owned enema rig in their shower, anyway? But they didn't take it. In fact, the only item left in any drawer of the home was a second nozzle for the shower shot - a smaller one the size of a regular enema tip that comes with a drug store bag - left in the master bath vanity.
Not wanting to have to explain to my mother what the device was or how I happened to be armed with that knowledge (or worse, finding out she knew exactly what it was), I disconnected it. Luckily, the holder was just mounted by suction cup. I brought the larger nozzle back to my place, and on the rare occasion when i have the house to myself and I am in the mood for it, I swap out our handheld shower head for the shower enema nozzle (yes. I disinfected it before I first used it) and fill myself up while I rub one out fantasizing about that sweet young thing doing the same thing across town with her new shower enema.