How did you accidentally discover that others were klismaphiliacs?

The same as many others here have said.

In Penthouse Forum there was a letter titled "Special Preference" that told of a guys introduction to erotic enemas by his female neighbor after he was feeling bad, hungover.

As it turns out, that for a handful of more years, other letters also titled Special Preference also appeared, telling of other erotic enema adventures.

I was probably about 14 when I read that letter, so I found out fairly young that others liked the unusual thing that I liked

Enematically

Steve

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I discovered that I wasn't alone when I found Newsgroups. I've been playing with computers since starting with the Altair 8800 then buying a RS Model 1 than RS model 3, but when I got my first IBM XT with a modem, then getting my first high speed connection, Roadrunner internet at the time gave free access to a news server. Had to research what newsgroups were and discovered the need for news reader software to access them. This was before VPNs and government snooping, but I still felt guilty and didn't stay online long at first. My first search was MP3s where I up to now have downloaded many files. Next I got the idea to search for enema groups and I found alt.sex.enema. I have several thousand pictures, videos, and stories. As far as knowing anyone else into enemas I haven't found one except my older sister Tess and she too hasn't found anyone except her husband and he only tolerates her activities according to her. Perhaps someday someone will ask me if I have any interest in the hose!!

LostInThe50s

While I had been secretly self administering for years in the late 50's and through present times, it wasn't until the early 70's that I also found some of those Penthouse letter/stories.

Enemas were very common in my family, and I don't believe anyone had a particular aversion to them. I just wasn't aware of any real sexual/sensual connotation aside from my own.

It was the dawn of online communication that opened my mind and realization that I wasn't alone or all that strange. Having enjoyed some personal interaction, and attendence at EFest events in Las Vegas, I've enjoyed many aspects of this simple procedure and pleasure.

I used the bathroom at friend’s house. An enema bag hanging from the bathroom door. Of course I didn’t comment. But did wonder? Are they playing with enemas( it was quite likely) or is the female using it for douching?

I also read about enemas in Penthouse and a magazine they published called Variations. I was not the only one! Then discovered a enema magazine in the adult section of a news shop.

Seriously, seriously way off topic but did your comments bring back fond memories of Penthouse while in college and later Variations. Former GF even bought me a subscription for my birthday. Gave some major food for thought as to the initial exposure to enemas and pegging…fast forward and now I’m on Zity enjoying my own enemas.

It would be great to bring back a

Magazine that featured special preferences.

Good nagazines like Penthouse and Penthouse forum are sadly missed here in Australia.

Like many others the stories showed I was not alone.

I recalled enemas from early childhood, then at maybe 5 years old when I got 1 in the hospital, but after that the red bag was in it's box for years in the bathroom closet- unused as far as I ever knew. Except, of course, when I sneaked in a clean out when no one was around.

Later, I had moved in with the future wife, we both indulged when we wanted to, and it has been an interest ever since. I learned that there were others from Penthouse magazine, and once I had my hands on a computer.... I researched and found all sorts of groups and sites including this one.

A few women/ladies have mentioned the enema over the years.

One in particular at work told of her colonics and that she had to buy her husband a bag of his own.

I am pretty sure she is a klismo.

Cannot seem to get the courage to contact her. It's been over 5 years and she still lists colonic in her Instragram account.

It was certainly the letters and stories in Penthouse and Penthouse Forum in the early 70’s that led me to believe that there were others like me that actually liked getting an enema. Prior to that, I knew some of my friends and relatives got enemas but if any comment was made about them it was usually along the line of, “I hate them.” Or “Yuck, they are disgusting.” I couldn’t figure out why I liked something that everyone else hated. But truthfully, if someone had asked me if I liked enemas, I would have said No, just like everyone else. But suddenly I found out that I was not the only one who gave themselves an enema just because I wanted one, not because I needed one. The next milestone was the internet. Wow!

When I was about 13-14, a friend asked me if I ever had an enema. He then explained that he meant one I didn't "need". I cautiously said "yes". He then admitted he took enemas by himself and we ended up exchanging enemas a few times. I know a lot of people report they thought they were the "only one" who had that interest, but I figured that if it felt that good to me, I couldn't be the only person who found it that pleasurable.

Jon

When I started my freshman year of college, that was the first time I had left home and was on my own. I lived in a dorm and Penthouse was the preferred magazine for the guys in our dorm. I would go down to the newsstand and buy a Penthouse magazine. I read every letter from those who wrote in with their sexual stories and enemas started to appear in the some of those letters. I started giving myself enemas when I was 13 when I found my mother's enema kit. But I was very secretive about my fetish, and once I tried enemas I was totally hooked. I would have never dreamed about discussing enemas with someone because I figured it would be met with a very negative response.

As time went on and I graduated from college, I got a place of my own and bought my first enema kit. It was a yellow pleated yellow bag probably not more than a quart capacity. When porn video stores started appearing on the landscape in the mid 90's, I searched the shelves for enema videos and in fact found some. The videos were pretty much fake but I they were enema videos, and I watched every minute of every video.

So, at that point, I knew enemas were a "thing" and I was not alone in my fetish. As I grew sexually and became more knowledgeable, I realized I was very anal erotic and enemas were the first venture into the world of anal eroticism. As time progressed, I acquired more anal toys, but enemas were still a super erotic way to have an orgasm.

I would imagine with the Internet these days, you can search any fetish and find a infinite fountain of porn that covers your fetish. But living in a time pre-Internet those of us had a more drawn-out path to find out how common erotic enemas are.

And of course, we now have zity which allows us to share with others who have our fetish. Yes, things have improved over the decades if you want to find others with similar fetishes so we all eventually find our way to the promised land.

My sub saw posts about enemas in some adult sex magazines many years ago. He knew there were others out there. Zity.biz, actually the Enema side of the forum that it started out as, showed him he wasn't really all that unique with his sexual pleasures and interests.

Playing with neighborhood girls when we were 5 to 8 years old. We would go into a wooded area and take down our pants and show each other our private parts and talk about our moms giving us enemas.

The girls would take off their clothes and pose in the position their moms put them in to get their enemas.

Finally, one of the girls said she would bring an enema bulb and a bucket of water to our next gathering and we could give each other enemas.

Sure enough she did and we repeatedly exchanged bulb enemas until we ran out of water.

The oldest girl started telling about her weekly enemas from her mother who would also take off her clothes and give herself soapy enemas with a hot water bag and a long, fat nozzle.

She excitedly described the hair between her mother’s legs as she would spread her legs showing the group where the hair was. As the only boy in the group, I was a curious creature to the girls who wanted to fondle my tiny penis and be the one who gave me my enemas.

That was ok with me because they each wanted me to exam them and get their enemas from the “doctor.”

I learned at that age that each girl’s labia were different as were their anuses!

That was a great summer of discovery for each of us, and I learned that I wasn’t the only person in the world getting enemas from his mother on what seemed like a weekly basis.

We were each sworn to secrecy about playing doctor as most kids did at that age and as far as I know, everyone kept our secret.

As I got older and began dating, I would indirectly approach the subject of childhood enemas and never got a direct or enthusiastic answer.

I knew others took enemas I would see equipment in other houses and the Sears catalog. Penthouse had letters so even if they were fantasy...others had the same fantasy!

My siblings and I got enemas together at home from mom and her two younger sisters at bath time when we were at our grandmothers. As a rule, we got enemas from grandma in private but not always. Occasionally she gave my brother and I enemas together. So, from an early age, we knew others got enemas like we did. After starting school and playing with friends at their house or ours, if we had to use the bathroom, there was usually an enema bag hanging in the bathroom. Sometimes they had an enema nozzle attached and other times they had a douche nozzle attached. Enemas in the fifties were a common remedy for a variety of different maladies and used as often as taking an aspirin for a headache. As we got closer to puberty, the more pleasurable enemas became. Even at a young age, enemas gave us weird feelings and made funny things happen. For instance, my brother and I started getting a hard-on around age seven whenever we got an enema. It was common knowledge among kids, if you were out of school sick, you most likely got an enema while you were out. Making you a target for teasing or being asked, if you got an enema.

Our grandmother gave our aunts the responsibility of our evening bath including enemas as preteens once they had demonstrated their ability to her. My siblings and I were quite aware our teenage aunts enjoyed giving us and themselves enemas. We also realized they were anal erotic, just like we were, and that enemas scratch our mutual anal erotic itch. They used that knowledge to their advantage. So, the closer we got to puberty, the more the girls made up excuses to give us and themselves enemas. They started pulling us aside one on one, when the opportunity presented itself, to give us an enema for a variety of reasons. For example, being moody, you seem out of sorts, or you look like you're not feeling well. Other times, it was at evening bath time when we were all together that some excuse was made, and they gave us including themselves enemas.

Then as preteens, grandma taught us personal hygiene and enemas became our responsibility. Shortly afterwards, my siblings and I started swapping enemas with each other. A year or so later, my girlfriend and I did likewise during her period each month.

When I was young it was very common to see enema bags hanging in bathrooms and many ladies and children taking about them. One of the many unique experiences I had was during a high school gym class. I was unable to participate in gym classes due to a ankle injury so I had to spend the school class period on the bench alone in the gymnasium when the rest of my class was outside running playing football etc. The girls gym class was at the same time but on the opposite side of the gym. The girls gym teacher was very slim athletic lady. They would usually start the class with discussions about feminine hygiene. One day the lady gym teacher said “If anyone can take a larger enema than me I’ll give them a A for the quarter” and that she could take 4 quarts. Most of the girls had a shocked look on their faces, however there were about three that said they were up for the challenge. The gym teacher didn’t know I was on the opposite side of the gym listening until some of the girls started to point at me. The gym teacher turned around and gave me a evil glare and the gym teacher and her class left. I heard through the school grapevine that many girls earned A grade that quarter for taking a larger enema than their teacher. The teacher did get in trouble for it and she finished up the school year and found another teaching position elsewhere. I have often wondered how many enemas she gave to her gym class girls.

I passed around a survey at Sunday School