I was in a relationship for over a decade. We had a great sex life. Neither of us were vanilla and we were both fairly open to new things. We both loved just about anything anal. Both enjoyed BDSM, etc. We had sex often and it was great!
One day he dropped a bomb on me. It was about a sexual fetish he had an interest in for years. Something I never in a million years suspected or would have ever thought for one second he'd be into. It's nothing horrible. Nothing sick. I can't deny though, I was in shock to say the least! However, I loved him and I didn't want to hurt him by letting him know how shocked I was or how indifferent I was to this. I told him it was a lot for me to swallow and I would just need a little time to warm up to it but no doubt would be fine with it. So I thought!
Well I tried. I tried so hard to understand this and to learn how to deal with it. While I understood it for the most part it was still leaving me with a lot of questions and although his answers were what I needed to hear, I was still very uncomfortable with it. Suddenly I began questioning everything. His sexuality. His REAL reason for this fetish. My mind was spinning in all different directions. Eventually, I decided to just go with it and give it a try. I engaged in this fetish with him and I tried to enjoy it. I never did. I loved that it gave him pleasure but for me it was exactly as was mentioned here in a previous post. I was doing it for him but that was the only reason and I couldn't wait for it to be over. For me it was a chore. I hated it. It got to a point to where we were having less sex because this was something I was always trying to avoid. Eventually after another decade or so there was less and less sex and eventually none at all. Very little intimacy or affection of any kind. I thrive on physical affection of all kinds. I love hugs just because. I love kissing....spooning and walking holding arm in arm with the one I love and of course, I love sex! I'm a very sexual person. However I found that side of me was being suppressed and now things were no longer the way they used to be. We had other issues but the lack of sex became a big problem for both of us. It's sad that two people that love each other can live together and both want to be intimate with each other but yet they can't because of one person's desires. A desire that was very strong for him and meant a lot to him and it was equally as upsetting to me.
In time the relationship fell apart. I am a klysmo and I never pushed that issue with him. We engaged in it to a minimal degree but I knew he wasn't totally on board with it and I didn't want to have him please me knowing that he really didn't enjoy it. I knew how I felt about his fetish and didn't want to think of him feeling similar to that. So neither of our needs were being met. Things got worse and a relationship that was decades old died.
A couple of years ago I met someone else. I wasn't looking for anyone but I met someone here that stole my heart. He had me at hello! He knocked me off my feet. He was my dream man in every way and then some... AND the cherry on top.... he was a klysmo!!! WOW! Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to fall for someone that had the same interests as me. It was the most incredible feeling to be with this man that I adored and loved AND be able to share in my fantasies and desires with him! I remember asking him several times when we first met.."are you real?......is this a dream?" because it was such a dream!
We shared interests in all of the things I'd fantasized about forever and the best thing was he shared in the majority of the same things. He got it! He understood. It was wonderful! I loved everything about him regardless of the klysmo aspect of him but that certainly made the relationship a dream come true. It brought it to a completely different level. I remember having our bags hanging side by side in the shower to dry. There was no shame. No guilt or embarrassment. No fear. We both loved that! I loved the feeling of being free to be me. No hiding. No shame. No worries! We both enjoyed that level of freedom of being with a klysmo.
I have always felt like love comes first and then hopefully if they're not into what I'm into, I can try to turn them onto it! However, I will say that being totally in sync sexually with someone that enjoys engaging in your fetish, sure did make things so easy and fun and what a thrill!
I've had an interest in enemas since I was about 5 or 6 and as I got closer to my teen years those interests turned sexual. It's been a big part of me for decades and it's hard to be with someone that you know will never share in that big part of who you are.
My Zity man was my dream man. My Mr Right but I wasn't his Miss Right. I'm not looking for anyone. However when I do decide to go down that route some day, looking for Mr Right #2, (I hope), I wont seek out a klysmo intentionally BUT after my experiences with my Mr Right, it's almost hard to imagine being with someone that's not. I got spoiled!
You can go through life loving someone and accepting that the love you feel for them and receive from them is enough to make you happy. Knowing that you will never have your deepest sexual desires fulfilled and most likely will never get that person to engage in your fetish. It's something you are willing to accept. Love before fetish. It's a sacrifice.
However for some, that fetish is so much a part of who you are. In many cases it's a fetish that you have had for most or all of your adult life. If you are like me, you think about it every day. You've fantasized about it thousands of times and if you were lucky, may have even engaged in it with a previous partner or two but knowing that you have to spend the rest of your life with this person that cannot completely please you or fulfill a huge part of your needs may not be enough. In my opinion, there's a fine line between the two situations and obviously it's a matter of priorities. Sex isn't everything. Sex is a wonderful thing and it can be the glue that forms a strong bond between two people. Is love enough? Sex without your fetish may be enough and then again, it may always leave you longing, wondering, hoping and craving for that something that you can't enjoy and it can definitely drive a wedge between you. I lived it. I've been on both sides of that fence in more ways than one. It's a constant mental struggle.