How did you accidentally discover that others were klismaphiliacs?

Where you've been deliberately discreet and not even your family knows of your enema proclivities, how did you accidentally discover the klismaphiliac predilection of your friends, neighbors, strangers or coworkers? Come on, give us all the salacious details.

Since so many of you have insisted that I have the honors of posting the first tale, I'll relent...

I met some people in a "Get out the Vote" on election night in the small city I lived in, and I was invited back to their house after the polls closed to have a beer, perhaps a bite to eat.

When I got back to their house, I was invited in. We'd talked for several hours about our interests, ourselves and started a game of chess when I had to go relieve myself of the beer. There were two large bath towels laid out on a dressing table, one covering something beneath the top towel, and when I looked at the back of the door I'd come through, there were three open-mouthed (douche) bags hanging from a hook in the door with a plethora of tubes, etc also dangling there. A small linen closet occupied the wall adjacent to the toilet next to the opening of the next room where an over-large bathtub and glass-walled shower, and opening the linen closet for a hand towel, I saw all manner of sex toys, lubricants, douche solutions and Fleet enemas, a number of what appeared to be folding enema/douche kits, large containers of Vaseline -- the list is longer than you'd be interested in. Taking a hand towel, I dried my hands and my curiosity got the best of me and I lifted the corner of the bath towel. There, laid out before me were all types of vibrator toys, vibrators, butt plugs, nozzles both simple and subtly provocative. I laid the towel back on the toys and went back to the dining room where the chess board was laid. Rick glanced up at me when ireturned to the table but his face didn't let on that he saw the bettered color of my face.

Whatever strategy that I had for beating my chess opponent evaporated and I was soundly thrashed before resigning the game. Elsa suggested that we retire to the living room and she sat down next to me. Putting her hand on top of mine, she looked me straight in the eyes and asked "Have you ever been given an enema before?" This is one of those times where everything was wet but my mouth. Before I could answer she asked "Have you ever given anyone an enema before?" I nodded, and managed to admit that I'd worked in a hospital as an Operating Room Technician years before, and though dispensing enemas weren't a part of my normal job deception, I always helped out where the staff was shorthanded and time was critical to meeting the OR schedules. I didn't dare answer the first question as I was just a little too uncomfortable at the moment and had no idea whether or not to trust my "luck". I excused myself and stood up from the couch, saying that I had to get home and get a few hours of sleep before I had to go to work and they seemed to accept my explanation, and as much as I would like to stay, I had responsibilities at work that I couldn't shirk. I did return to their home over the next few months: Elsa turned out to be a wonderful, skilled and clever partner; she and her husband introduced me in time to being a voyeur.

You just never know what life holds for you around the next corner.

That's a cool story. I've never had anything like that happen to me; I was introduced to enemas and suppositories as a child by my klismo parents. If any of my friends or co-workers are closet klismos, they're doing a good job of hiding it. I suspect one guy on my fire crew because he keeps making jokes about hoses and warm, soapy water. (Denis, is that you?)

I have to admit that in the past when I have worked as a cashier, I've loved selling people enemas. Some of the younger, attractive folks left me with wonderful fantasies about them using the product I'd just sold to them.

I used to write erotic stories, and e-mails sometimes led to in person meetings. I would often slip in an enema scene into a story of conventional sex, and note the response. So, I guess I initiated the subject of enemas, though indirectly, and that would progress to giving and getting real time enemas.

But among friends and relatives I have seen no hint so far of any interest in enemas. I always leave my 2 quart red bag hanging in the shower, including hotels!, so I guess someone using my bath would hardly miss the signal.

But one never knows when an opportunity will occur, do one?

On here....not in my own private life.Had never heard of the term until I saw it online here!

You're a real card -- a regular joker. 😉

You've never discovered by accident that someone uses enemas?

On a business trip to LV NV, my partner liked to frequent adult book shops. It was at one of those sleazy, off the Strip, sex shops, that I came across a copy of Fetish Times. It had ads in the back from actual people interested in enemas. I wrote to a few, (anyone remember Jerry from California?)and but word-of-mouth found out about others. One of the first things I did was order some B&W photos from Beth Tyler.They weren't what I expected and their "I'm not a cop, really" disclosure forms were tiresome. From there I found Watering Can, Frank Ball's Enema Buddies and eventually Nozzle Talk.

Amid these discoveries, a woman I was dating mentioned that Penthouse printed letters from people who found enemas erotic.

I thought I was one of a kind ... until I was in a porn shop in NYC in the mid-70's and found an early issue of Water & Power. I thought the top of my head would blow off - a whole magazine dedicated to enemas. It was like finding aliens ... have the entire collection in storage. One of these days I will take out and digitize. Hundreds and hundreds of vintage pics....

I'm not sure if seeing an enema bag in the house tells all but that is as far as I have gone in some places and then I have had several conversations with some I ask about their use when I see a good asking opportunity, don't ask I just think it is the timing or the mood I'm in when I ask but I have had some lengthy conversations so if you ask be ready to talk.

Enema lovers should practice in their heads if a question or opportunity comes up regarding enemas.It's sort of like defensive driving tectniques and always thinking what to do and say ahead of time.I have missed my chances a couple times when the subject of enemas came up by avoiding the question.Never again will I be unprepard.

I live in a very small community near a small town. A few years ago I heard about an extremely sexy lady in my immediate area that was a switch in the BDSM community of a nearby (60 miles or so) really big City. I was naturally interested and sought out more info about her and discovered that she was a contract nurse and worked here and there all over the State. I found out where she hangs out on a BDSM chat room and checked her out. Now understand, I didn’t know what her real name was, only where she lived in general. To me, any nurse who is in the BDSM scene had great potential! We talked a few times in chat but I never was using my common name. One day to my total amazement she showed up as a member on an enema related site that I owned!! By this time I knew a lot about her online but hadn’t pursued anything real world. I pmed her on my board and welcomed her. I told her that I had waited for her for a long time. Slowly I revealed tidbits of knowledge from both her online and real world life. We moved into an IM chat and I confessed to having admired her from afar for some time. We agreed to meet and she was beautiful both physically and as a person and lived in the same town where I operate my business!!. It is still amazing to me that on a national web I ran head on into someone from my very own small town. I am self employed and see her often. She also owns a business. Were I not married I would lay a full court on her!! We ARE friends though and she feeds my fantasies by just being there.

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True klismos don't hide it - they flaunt it...

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Eeetime....just because some of hide our "habits" doesn't make us not true klismos....that can apply to any fetish that many of us can't expose to our friends and family.That's not a fair statement!

I discovered others on-line as well as by peeping in their bathrooms.....lol

I remember first reading about it through kinky stories. Stories about spankings, physicals, which of course included enemas. Sir Gerald

I accidentally stumbled across them on the internet. Its a wonderful place.

Hi Everyone

This has happened to me twice so far, when in a local GNC looking over the colon cleansing section, I casually mentioned to another F looking over the same things that they were ok but enemas were better or at least an alternative. So far I've met a couple (younger 30's) that also used enemas as part of their regular health routine. They were both "fitness" trainers.

I also workout 2 or 3 times a week, and have met a number of other ladies that enjoy the bag at my local gym.

I live in a small city in the deep south. I have no doubt that there are plenty of fetishists of all kinds around here but they are most certainly not among those I know well. I would never consider leaving a bag where someone might find it, as a southern lady is not supposed to be provocative. It is a conundrum.

Bubbly

For many years I was a remodeling contractor, specializing in bathrooms, not because of my interests, but becuase of my skills.

It wasn't very often that others displayed their enema equipment. The most interesting part of that for me, was that the only times I saw it just hanging out, the lady was either southern european (german) or black. Most of the time it was the latter.

I never pursued any kind of conversation about it. That wouldn't have been very professional.

Online. I was curious about enemas and I stumbled upon a link to Nozzleville on the Enemarotica site. That's when I found out where all the klismos were hanging out!!

~Linda Marie

When I lived in Germany, I discovered a white room in the town I was living in. White rooms are where persons with medical fetish or enema fetish inclinations may be satisfied.

I also stumbled on to Nozzleville and found like minded individuals.I met a lady on the site that I was with for 6 years.This is a good site with nice friendly people and I'm glad to have found it.

I stumbled across enemarotica and was hooked ever since

When I got my Computer and first searched "Enemas". After that the whole world of Klismaphilia opened up. 😃

I discovered there were many others enjoying enemas as much as I did whilst searching the word ENEMA on Google. Its quite amazing what one can find and this site has by far the best forum and picture selection of them all!

People are friendly and very helpful and its like one big ENEMA family!

In 1972, Penthouse magazine had a section for alternative sexual practices. The magazine began labeling an interest in enemas as a "Special Preference". There were repeated articles about the enema fetish in Penthouse over the years. That was my first experience with the fetish being discussed in a publication.

I too discovered that I was not alone in the world of erotic enemas through Penthouse Forum. I would always quickly look through the letter magazines or letter sections of magazines searching for Special Preference letters. I have copied several of those letters in my blog section.

During teen years I experimented with giving me an enema with a makeshift funnel and injector.

When I was 17-19 I began to fantasize about spanking and anal activities. These were very taboo topics and there was no way I could discuss these with friends, girlfriends and the like.

In my 20s I had Internet access and looked for stories about these topics. I then discovered that enemas had been much more commonly used in the US than in France in the previous decades and that this had left some marks in the fantasy world!

I don't know any other person "in real life" who's into enemas.

Way back then, it was an article in penthouse. I then learned about tyler labs, still have the information packet they sent me. No internet back then, it was mail-order. Thought I was the only person into enemas. Bought some nozzles and eventually a 4 quart silicon rubber enema bag. The hoseman

Probably an article in Penthouse Forum .. but, I really didn’t care if there were others. Mother would just tell me repeatedly “Mike, I will never understand why you enjoy taking enemas so much! You are one weird boy!” I just enjoyed 1) the way the water felt as it entered my rectum and also 2) the way my Mother made each enema special

After the girl who started me on enemas left, I thought she and I were the only ones. Then when my sister used my bag while I was at work. I mean she got them often growing up but I wasn't aware that she was into them. Then her girlfriend was into them. I started feeling easier about them.