What Before the Internet?

As a teen I found my dad's stash of magazines under the bed, many a time I would be sneeking into my parents bedroom when home alone to read. most of the pictures depicted BDSM and I am sure my interest stems from those magazines. I also found once a movie on VHS I still remember the plot of the movie but can not remember the title, I think it was an english or German movie with Dutch subtitles

it was set in a female prison and included strip searches, humiliation from other inmates and from male guards too.

Would love to see that movie again 😃

Reading these posts are bringing back some good times and memories. Back in the mid 70’s to late 80’s, I was a horny, partying, enema loving guy. I had two things which occupied my mind almost 24/7. Unless of course, I was sleeping. Even then, I was most likely dreaming about one or the other or both. Absolutely # 1 on the list was sex. For me, this entailed getting laid, eating my girlfriend’s pussy/asshole, sucking her toes, light spankings, a budding curiosity in golden showers, and of course, enemas. Coming in a very close second was money. How can I make it and how much. Because, I discovered very early in life, I couldn’t get much of #1 without having some cash in my pocket. i.e Disposable income.

From 14-21 years old, besides my education (which I had to maintain a “B” average or my parents took away my car) I was on a quest to obtain pussy and money.

Back then, who the hell would have even fathomed what the internet would be, let alone the things we were all going to see and experience in our lifetime. I knew my enema interests were “out there” and different. It was hard enough getting laid, let alone springing on a girlfriend, “hey, ya know, I have this thing, would you give me an enema?” “Do you mind if I give you an enema?” Early on, I was holding back on asking this question to my girlfriend’s and partners. I would fly solo in those early days. However, the genie was soon to be released from its lamp.

Like others here in this thread, I was constantly searching for information about sex and enemas. The old standbys have all been mentioned. I preferred ”Penthouse“ magazine over ”Playboy” because “Penthouse” had a feature ”Playboy“ didn’t. “Penthouse” had the section called “The Girl Next Door.” My God, to a 15/16 year old boy, the first time I opened a “Penthouse“ and flipped to that section, I was hooked. It featured girls who actually had the guts to take naked pictures of themselves (or a boyfriend/girlfriend took them for her)and submit them to “Penthouse” for publication. Not overly pornographic. They were light porn, with breasts and maybe a bush slightly exposed. The girls could have been a classmate, or neighbor. Or at least, that was the idea. The pictures, of course, had to be sent through the good old United States Postal Service. You didn’t snap a pic with your phone and send it along. You had to work at it and actually address an envelope and know where to place a stamp. I loved the “Girl Next Door” feature because those girls were as close to the ones’ I was out there dating and trying my hardest to get into their pants. Of course, you had to be 18 to get your hands on porn back then. Not like now. Holy shit. The stuff back then was tame compared to what kids can see nowadays at the click of a button. Not to worry. Send in the form in the back of most porn magazines for your “fake” ID. For two bucks, a stamp and a picture of my face from the Photo Booth I was golden. Not only could I walk into any convenience store, look behind the counter and pick out the porn magazine of interest, I could buy beer or wine at the same time. Beer and wine helped me get more of my insatiable quest for #1.

I like others, remember the first time my eyes gazed on the “Forum” section in ”Penthouse.” The very first time I saw the word “enema” written in print in a porn magazine. My cock and ass came to life looking at just the word. Then there was a story about a guy giving his wife an enema along with it!! I couldn’t believe it. I remember taking that issue home and jacking off over and over again. What a great feeling to know I wasn’t alone. Most of all, I wasn’t crazy because I tied enemas to sex. If some guy was giving a woman an enema and she enjoyed it, I could too.

I remember feeling embolden to move to the next level in my information search for enemas, sex and porn. The “Adult Store” in town was a mysterious building I had rode my bike by for years. It was painted a light blue and had no windows. My buddies and I used to dare each other who had the balls to just walk in and see what was going on, turn around, come out and tell the rest what they saw. Turns out, at 14, that would be me. I walked up to the black painted glass, my heart racing, opened the door, and the first thing I see is a guy smoking a cigar behind a counter. It was only a couple of seconds, I didn’t even go in. I saw racks of magazines, some dildos and the heavy smell of cigars and cigarettes. I had seen enough. From then on I knew there was “information“ inside. Maybe, just maybe, there was some “information“ about enemas.

Fast forward two years. Armed with my fake ID, I pull my car into the “Adult Store” parking lot doing my best to be sure no one can see it from the road. Walk in. Same guy with the cigar immediately asks for my ID. (Turned out the man was the owner) I show it, he looks at me, hands it back. I turn, and for the very first time, I am immersed in a sea of porn. Looking back, I had discovered the ”internet“ of my youth when it came to sex and porn. I was stunned, thrilled, scared, aroused, all at the same time. I forget exactly what I did the first time I was there. I doubt I bought anything. I do remember the first time I saw a copy of “Water & Power.” It was wrapped in cellophane. I nervously picked it up, walked to the counter, paid the man. I remember his eyes gazing at the cover. A naked woman wearing a bra holding a bulging red enema bag with a white hose and douche nozzle attached. All in color. I felt my heart racing and I was flushed. I thought he would say something, but he didn’t. It cost around 10 bucks. A pretty hefty price for a guy making $1.65 an hour. I gladly handed over the cash. He bagged it up, handed it over to me and said “ please come back again.” For the next two days I poured over its pages countless times. Snuck a few solo enemas at home, and jerked off till my dick was sore.

When “Hustler” came out, me and my trusty fake ID were the first in line. “Hustler” brought my anal fetish to the next level. Not much information or stories. I still relied on “Penthouse” or “Variations” for that. “Hustler” had some of the most beautiful pictures of woman’s assholes. Clean, pink, crisp and clear. My girlfriend at the time benefited a whole lot from “Hustler.” I became obsessed with her sweet asshole. My face and tongue always buried deep into her ass. She loved it. From the things I learned from “Variations” I was honing my “craft.” She starting getting into my asshole too. Fingering me and rimming me for the first time. I even shared articles with her. She let me take her asshole cherry. I was heading to the next level.

”Hustler” was also the first magazine to come out with a “Scratch and Sniff” issue. For you younger folk, in a brilliant publicity stunt. You could purchase the “Scratch and Sniff” issue of ”Hustler.” Open to the center fold picture, scratch the model’s pussy and asshole with your finger nail, raise the pages to your nose and get a wonderful whiff of pussy and asshole juices. Wow. Talk about raw porn. Larry Flynt, “Hustlers” publisher, knew the world was full of horny guys like me. He came up with the idea and made millions. No ”Internet “ could come close to doing that!!

There were other magazines out there which broadened my enema knowledge. “Gallery” was a good one. Occasionally had an article about enemas. “Gallery” did their best to copy “Penthouse’s“ “Girl Next Door” which was pretty hot and worked for me.

Then came the day, by happenstance, out of the blue, I came across a copy of a magazine called “Cavalier.” Wonder if anyone out there ever saw the magazine. Or especially, read this article. I believe it was 1981 and the magazine was behind the counter of a convenience store. My eyes were glued to the cover when I barely saw the word “enema.” It had a brown paper “band” obscuring the naked picture on the front. (An attempt to hide the porn from customers. Common at the time) But the word “enema” was there to see. I purchased it and along with the porn was an article about men giving enemas to woman. The how’s, the why’s, the poop, the feelings, the emotions, etc, etc. The one point the writer did their best to drive home was “an enema for a woman was more than anal sex.” ” The purpose of a man giving an enema to a woman is for the warm enema water to reach deeply into her body.” “ The warm enema water reaches a place in a woman’s body a cock can never reach.” It even talked about colon tubes and their purpose. (Something new to me) That article really broadened my knowledge. Looking back, whoever the writer was, knew what he was talking about.

So, even though back then we didn’t have all the porn and information at our fingertips like today, we got by just fine. Maybe even better.

When I was around 7 or 8 I came across my uncle's ‘Hustler’ magazine. I came across this picture of a man on all 4's getting ready for a rectal thermometer to be inserted into his rectum. That image has been ingrained into my brain ever since. Probably the hottest image, much like when my play partner is awaiting his rectal temp to be taken 🌡🍑😈

I might think that ppls was much more open. In home and libraries was special handbooks about childrens primary care or special one for womens (with huge chapters about pregnancy and gyno/obsterics topics). From the other hand I remember that in 90. (so before was much often) that in every blockhouse was living minimum one nurse, sometimes dentists and they often made some basic med care about small community. As well, was places where nurse have own practice and you can go to them and ask for enema for funny price. What's more, wasn't like nowadays-you could be nurse after finished primary school (where you around 15/16 yo. and have good job).

I was recently married in the early 70's when “The Joy of Sex” came out. I belonged to a book club so could have one mailed to the house with no embarrassment of buying it in the bookstore. Among other interesting things, I was hoping it would show my husband that I was not the only one who did enemas for recreational purposes. What a disappointment. The only mention of enemas was a small paragraph relating to anal sex, saying that some people took an enema before. No discussion at all that some people took enemas because they liked them or did them as a couple.

This is a rather remarkable thread because it got me to thinking about my own experiences. As I've stated elsewhere on Zity I did not like enemas at all growing up and managed to avoid them nearly entirely during most of my teenage years. When I got to college, however, it was a sorority sister who encouraged me to do an enema for PMS relief. So all during those college years I did my monthly remedy enema, but it wasn't for some time that I concluded that doing one felt sort of good and I started doing a second one each month. This went on for years and was never discussed with another soul. Then came the internet and along the way I learned about the Ladies' Enema Journal, a group of women who would talk about such things and I joined them. You might say up until that point all was in the dark.

I was recently married in the early 70's when “The Joy of Sex” came out. I belonged to a book club so could have one mailed to the house with no embarrassment of buying it in the bookstore. Among other interesting things, I was hoping it would show my husband that I was not the only one who did enemas for recreational purposes. What a disappointment. The only mention of enemas was a small paragraph relating to anal sex, saying that some people took an enema before. No discussion at all that some people took enemas because they liked them or did them as a couple.

The exclusion of enemas for fun purposes from the iconic ‘Joy of Sex’ book might reflect common attitudes here given the author was British and I just don't think we viewed them sexually here then. No doubt I'll be corrected by someone. But at least you had the option of bookstore embarrassment to buy one. Despite it being written here in 1972, a middle aged friend of mine trying to get a copy in 1986 from WH Smiths, our biggest national UK bookseller then, found not only was it not on the shelves, but even a discreet private order request was declined as it was ‘Too hot for us I'm afraid'.

friend of mine trying to get a copy in 1986 from WH Smiths, our biggest national UK bookseller then, found not only was it not on the shelves, but even a discreet private order request was declined as it was ‘Too hot for us I'm afraid'.

ha ha ha … too hot? Goodness, it is so tame and poetically sedate that secondhand bookstores couldn't even give copies away. Back in the 1990s they were everywhere and for give-away prices.

ha ha ha … too hot? Goodness, it is so tame and poetically sedate that secondhand bookstores couldn't even give copies away. Back in the 1990s they were everywhere and for give-away prices.

Yes quite, a line drawing book that implicitly seemed to represent sex in the context of love. But still it was hard to obtain. Don't forget that just 12 years earlier, Penguin books was prosecuted under the Obscene Publications Act for printing D. H. Lawrence's 1928 novel 'Lady Chatterley's Lover'. And that was just words! Penguin won fortunately. Only as late as 1967 did the the law change and the UK stop imprisoning homosexual men.

Thought provoking - I mentioned in a previous post my liking of Evergreen and Grove Press for their erotica publications ('60's - ‘70’s). That got me thinking and, on a lark, I did a search on “Victorian erotica” …WHAT A BONANZA!!! Try it; I think you'll be amazed at the treasure trove that pops up!! Enjoy…now, go hang a bag!

I remember looking for information on enemas anyplace I could. Any books on anything medical and I would look for any mention of enemas. I never remembered caring if it made me weird or anything. It felt good and thats what mattered.

Of coarse I did try and leave equipment where I found it to avoid any embarrassing situations as I would hide a porno or anything else. Nowadays it sort of seems exciting to be exposed and everyone knowing.

The first time I ever noticed there was actual enema porn on video and in magazines I was probably 15 or 16 and I was in a shady porno store in a very unsavory neighborhood where no one ever seemed to notice or care that I was not old enough to be in there and ask for an ID or tell me to leave.

There was no internet for all my early life. Just chatting to other people, whose information could be good or bad. Playing and experimenting with others. Medicals were more common in my early years, so I had some practical rather then theoretical experience.

The only thing my siblings and I had was each other. We started explored each other at an early age and continued as we got older, exploring the changes that were taking place. After we were taught personal hygiene as preteens and enemas were our responsibility, exploring went into overdrive.

How did I get my (erotic) information? From my older brother “out behind the barn”. Seriously, we grew up on a small farm 😮. No touchy-feely stuff, just two bros talking.

Then came Playboys my brother obtained. No idea where/how he got 'em, but WOWZERS! 😵‍💫

Then, after leaving home, in magazines/trashy books from adult book stores.\

Pretty humdrum stuff.

I think my favourite soft porn magazine of the 1970s was "Men Only" .Aged 17 in 1975 I was visiting a friend who lived near Marble Arch in London. This was the location of the first "Ann Summers" sex shop. On this particular day Ann herself was holding a book signing event. I recall she was a very sexy Australian blonde lady probably then aged 30ish? Couldn't afford the book but I did buy a copy of the aforementioned magazine at 70p (for which she wrote an agony aunt column) & somehow got up enough courage to ask her to autograph the front cover for me. I was rewarded with a big smile & a felt tip autograph. I mentioned this recently to a friend who said she thought it might have some value as a collectors item if I still had it. I said that it was probably in the loft but wouldn't be worth anything "Why not?" she asked "Because all the pages will still be stuck together!" Yuk.

I was thinking about where I learned about “kink and fetish” and how it has influenced my “secret life”, as opposed to my amazing but sadly “vanilla marriage”…. Long before AOL dial up and even before DVDs, I came across a non-descript little adult book store that was directly in the heart of Times Square, not hidden away on a side street, but right there in the days when Times Square was truly seedy and not the tourist destination of today… Kinematics was unique in that they had booths that played “less than mainstream porn”. They had a couple of booths that projected the movies onto the wall of the booth. They played European fetish videos, stuff that I never even imagined existed…l was hooked and I remember going there anytime I could get to NYC -armed with my handful of quarters.

One day I went and Kinematics was gone as part of the vision for cleaning up Times Square. I was devastated and thought this kink thing was over. And on a whim, I looked in the phone book and found that they relocated to a larger space in the 30’s just off 6th Ave.

This was at the beginning of Video tapes and not only did the have more booths, they displayed 100s if not 1000s of video cassettes by genre as well as catalogues of the various companies that produced content….that is where I found Beth Tyler amongst other specific fetish providers…. I’ll put together a new post reminiscing about folks of “our age” that started their kink journey in the 70s at the transition from magazines to videos and beyond…

Beth Tyler’s catalogue is how it all started for me…

Forum magazine was fairly open to we klysmos. I remember a fabulous letter describing a visit to a specialist enema nurse. She not only carried out a digital examination "you are very constipated but l will soon sort you out", applied a vibrator to his penis, hardened by her working the nozzle between each squeeze on the Higginson syringe and told him to "hold it" until he came, but also offered a cup of coffee after he had showered. Her words, after he had drunk it, "to keep the toilets to hand as it was well dosed with a most effective laxative" give me Goose bumps to this day. If only!!!

Another magazine described a visit to a German pro-dom. He pleaded "anything but an enema". Her response, once he was strapped to her treatment table??? "You are to receive two gallons, and if you release before I tell you I will make you lick it up". Oh my goodness.

Forum magazine. I used to buy this every month from my teens up until, what maybe twenty years ago? Does anyone know when publication stopped? Funny how something has been about forever & then suddenly you find it's not there anymore. I think it was brought to my mind by an image here today of two beautiful women having fun with their strapon. One of my all time favourite letters in the magazine was about a guy who came home from work early to find a female near neighbour giving his wife a sensual anal fucking with her strapon , this being the culmination of a whole afternoon of sexual delights. Thereafter he was allowed to watch the two women enjoying each other from time to time & allowed to masturbate but never to touch or join in in any way. Funny how some images stick in your mind as well as to your tissues...🙄

I definitely think Forum magazine helped to educate a lot of us, even if most of the stories were well written fantasies I do think some of them were true.

@LordJim2 Google tells me regular publication ceased about 2009 although maybe there were a few odd specials after that... think I learned a lot from Forum...

For me, "What before the internet" is Not much. Before the internet, I really had no way of knowing that anyone other than me and my sister took enemas for fun. Everybody that I knew growing up said they hated them. I posted earlier here, that as a newlywed in the early 70's I had not yet confessed to my husband that I liked enemas and I really, really wanted him to give me one. I bought the "Joy of Sex" book when it came available in my book club but was disappointed to find only one single line about enemas, that some took an enema before anal. Not a word that some did it for fun. Back in those days young women in my town would not be caught dead alone in an adult bookstore so it would be years before I knew there were many like me out there, who took or gave enemas strictly for fun.

Not until the internet. Before we had our own computer at home, I used a computer at a local library. Back when you had the flashing DOS prompt, and most was text only, no colored pictures. One evening I searched for "enema" and to my surprise up came a story with a title something like "A Bride's Enema". A story about a bride who was very constipated on her wedding night and her husband gave her an enema with her douche bag. And that started it for them. Wow!!! I couldn't believe that was available to the public.

If I remember correctly @alan20cm It started out as Forum letters, in Penthouse mag before it was published as a separate magazine.

For me, "What before the internet" is Not much. Before the internet, I really had no way of knowing that anyone other than me and my sister took enemas for fun. Everybody that I knew growing up said they hated them. I posted earlier here, that as a newlywed in the early 70's I had not yet confessed to my husband that I liked enemas and I really, really wanted him to give me one. I bought the "Joy of Sex" book when it came available in my book club but was disappointed to find only one single line about enemas, that some took an enema before anal. Not a word that some did it for fun. Back in those days young women in my town would not be caught dead alone in an adult bookstore so it would be years before I knew there were many like me out there, who took or gave enemas strictly for fun.

Not until the internet. Before we had our own computer at home, I used a computer at a local library. Back when you had the flashing DOS prompt, and most was text only, no colored pictures. One evening I searched for "enema" and to my surprise up came a story with a title something like "A Bride's Enema". A story about a bride who was very constipated on her wedding night and her husband gave her an enema with her douche bag. And that started it for them. Wow!!! I couldn't believe that was available to the public.

Many thanks for this very well written comment !! - für sure yes, it was absolutely a " New world ", by opening the Internet, and so be able, to discover things, which were before only existed in our dreams !!

@LordJim2 I think you are right but we are pushing the boundaries of my memory!

Lived half my life before internet.... I always listened a lot...still do....from the women of the house discussing enema recipes, to the people next to me in bars and restaurants, often talking about how they are going to finish their evening.... I was very good at making people talk to me, often of their curiosities.... then, of course the magazines, many ha forums, letters to the editors, confessions and so on...many had a classified page with ads that could be answered only by mail to some "post office" address....all of this gave a very wide look of all the "forbidden fruits" on the market, and lots of ideas for experiments.... remember very well the circle of very close friends, meeting in our hideout, magazines making the rounds, hard cocks out and spewing, the comments, the willingness to try it all.... who needed the internet?... now we can't envision our life without it.... jerk off on cam, watching hands slide up and down, often we do not even see the face of who we are doing it with.... even had cam enema dates...yeah...can be fun, but cannot compare with lice participation, the feel of the warm bodies.... yes, love internet, cannot deny.... but I still love the getting together and looking at a magazine..or, why not, a video.... now, since internet changed our lives, let's use it for the best....

The internet created some great business opportunities. Before that, we had to spend time and money, walking through the porno shops, looking for x- rated movies, and magazines. I’m sure that the folks living in rural areas had to drive to a city, for their favorite store. During the 70’s, the bookstores were starting to sell some sexually provocative books on how to excite your partner, but the porn material was only available through local shops, and mail order.

Variations from Penthouse piqued my interest; a more risqué version of their authentic Forum letters 😁 Greatly miss quality printed porn; my favorite oxymoron 🤣

I suppose my experience was not unlike many others here. I discovered the pleasure of enemas when I was 9 which happened after I discovered my mother's syringe, tried it and came. That was followed with dreams and fantasies. My early exploration about the subject focused on medical books. First serious study happened when I had access to the university library. There use of enemas for anything other than treatment for constipation or use prior to childbirth was classified as a deviation, abnormal. About that time (18-19) I found the first magazines with back page ads that mentioned enemas. You had to write a letter requesting information and eventually an appointment. About 1980 I learned about Sherry Taylor and in 81 met her and visited her clinic in LA. Lots of stuff on Zity about her and that unique place. At the same time ads and publications like Water Power, Enemarotica, etc. published. Super 8 films became available. Some of them transcribed to video still show up here. Visits to pro domes (largely unsatisfactory if the sensual erotic use of enemas was desired) followed. Occasionally they would mention medical/enema services. Publications like DDI had area listings. The big difference when the net became available was the knowledge that lots of others were also into enema play of one kind of another. And, of course, the opportunity to seek meeting with another became available on Zity, Fet LIfe, etc.. While here on Zity we could assume the use and pleasure derived from anal and enema use is widespread, actually I think it is still not that widespread. As a heterosexual senior guy, just try to find someone with whom sharing is possible. Yes, I know it happens, but it remains difficult. Hats off to those who have had success. I would love to meet someone in Washington or Oregon, and have on several occasions, but it is difficult. Finding someone with whom sharing on a regular basis has proven elusive. I attribute that to be a result of not very many ladies enjoying the practice and of those who do, their focus is elsewhere (SOs, husbands, friends, thus already having someone with whom the itch can be satisfied). The pool must be fairly small relative to the total age qualified population. Therefore, the internet has made our ability to learn about enema play, watch enema videos of all kinds of enema use (medical play certainly as well), much easier, finding an enema partner is still challenging.