What Before the Internet?

Prior to that era we had several publications printed in B&W dedicated to our peculiarities . . . Late 60's / Early 1970's Bawdy, Ribald & Searchlight I'd buy as soon as they were distributed …..the personals were quite revealing & truly enlightening with all manner of Kink subjects displayed 😁

The ‘centrefold’ spread was worth the cost of the mag alone because they were all kinky poses 😁 all very explicit

One of the three featured a dark haired woman, yes with a full bush too, kneeling forward on her bed inserting an enema nozzle with her head tilted back in the throes of ecstasy . . . that was a lightbulb moment

Not long thereafter (mid 70's) heralded the advent of the VHS video medium with some enterprising types generating all sorts of kinky material for those purveyors of porn. During the earlier phase of VHS videos there were films transferred from the older 8mm format that apart from the graining provided hours of sexual entertainment & enjoyment …. As did Penthouse, Gallery, Fiesta & Hustler together with several British monthly publications such as Men Only . . .every one of them had an enema story at some time.

When I was a kid, a cousin of mine got surgery for his phimosis, which amounted to circumcision.

My mother had never seen a circumcised penis. I suspect she actually had seen few penises altogether. This was in the days when to see a porn movie you had to go to special theaters (that paid specially high taxes). Besides, I'm from a country where the vast majority of men are not circumcised. Unless from a Jewish or Muslim family, most women had no idea what a circumcised penis looked like.

I know this will sound very uncouth, but… she asked her sister if she could see the surgery result.

I got information anywhere I could. I would look at medical books at the public library. I remember seeing a “TSE” (testicular self exam) flyer in the gym locker room at high school. Maybe they handed those out to members of one of the sports teams?

I was turned on at instructions on the box of a Fleet enema or box of tampons. A black and white drawing of someone in the knee-chest position or of a woman inserting a tampon were powerful images to a 13 or 14 year old boy, not to mention seeing words like “vagina” or “rectum” written down.

It wasn't kink-related, but there was a decent amount of soft core porn films on Showtime and Cinemax after midnight. I didn't have the nerve to try and get into the adult film area at the video rental store.

I remember getting turned on one time at a relative's house just by looking at all the Gynecologist listings in the Yellow Pages. Talk about having to use your mind and get creative!

Dad's playboy magazines since I was 12. And my buddies father had hustler magazines in his basement. Wow what a difference?

Before the net, it was Playboy, Penthouse, and later Hustler. Had to be 21 to get into “Adult stores" to view / buy magazines of more erotic situations. LGBT wasn't off the ground yet, but magazines were there. 😄 Remember as a teen doing an enema in my parent's bathroom while jerking off to boobs and pussy magazines. How far we have gone.

Didnt know back then,we used to sneak playboy mags and jack to the pics!

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During the early 70's my mother suffered abdominal issues requiring a barium x-ray, this was explained to me, beginning my life long interest, vhs video came along in the late 70's and a tape/film called "Pretty Peaches" which had a brief enema scene.A classified advert in one Sunday newspaper supplement revealed a bdsm newsletter, which for the years leading up to the availability of the internet was the way to find female enemates, internet arrivived for me in 1998.

I discovered that I was not the only person who got off on enemas when I was 18. I regularly bought Playboy, and discovered Penthouse. In their infamous letters I recall reading about someone who had a thing for enemas. I was amazed and greatly relieved. Probably like many here I initially wondered if I was the only person in the world that got excited about getting an enema. Obviously I was not alone. Penthouse began to publish a small book like magazine called Variations (I think that was the name)It contained letters and writing about different kinks. Spanking, pegging and enemas. Not much on instructions just scenarios where someone gave or received an enema.

A few years later I discovered a news ship selling newspapers and magazines. Don’t remember why I went in originally, but noticed in the back of the store was an adult only section. How could one resist? I entered and immediately saw it was more than just Playboy, Penthouse and the like. Magazines featuring BDSM and gay interests. A magazine about spanking! And then I saw an enema magazine. Forget which? Water and Power? Enema Illustrated? I had no idea such publications existed. I grabbed a Playboy, a Penthouse and slipped the enema magazine between the two. I remember walking back to the cashier, an older lady nervously placing them on the counter. Is that it Hon? Yes ma’am. She slipped the mags into a bag and I was on my way home. Let your imagination take over from there. An enema magazine, with pictures! Black and white photos that can still be found here on Zitybiz.

Penthouse began to publish a small book like magazine called Variations (I think that was the name)It contained letters and writing about different kinks. Spanking, pegging and enemas. Not much on instructions just scenarios where someone gave or received an enema.

There was a French language version called ‘Union’ (as in a sexual union). They were cheap in secondhand bookstores, whole stacks of them lying around, often I suspect unsold copies. I think there were slightly different articles in the French editions, in any case with illustrations and articles with French names. And from time to time there would even be articles on medfet play. I have some of those articles/illustrations in my album section.

Original text; “Alas, as an old analog fan living in a computer driven world. I am unable to to share my collection of “Private” enema, spanking,/ toying DVD's. And. as I approach my eighth decade, I realize that most of my carefully filmed & edited work will sadly end up in my burn barrel. Such is life.”

I found a composite/svideo with stereo audio to USB capture device made by Roxio (called Video Capture USB) for $35 at Best Buy about a year ago and I have converted most of my old VHS to MP4 or AVI. I was using a Blackmagic capture with VMIX software but the Roxio is easier to use and cheaper!

Pornography as pure porn or art has been around forever. The medium of delivery and composition of the porn makes all the difference in the world.

The difference between pornography as featured on websites versus the pornographic art of 30000 years ago is in the availability, the speed, and rapidity with which it can be consumed, as well as the lack of imagination required to consume it. But one way or another, porn has been available in nearly every generation and culture long before the internet was invented (by you know who!!!)

https://medium.com/unusual-universe/the-history-of-pornography-from-the-paleolithic-to-pornhub-4123dbeef37e

Pornography as pure porn or art has been around forever. The medium of delivery and composition of the porn makes all the difference in the world.

But one way or another, porn has been available in nearly every generation and culture long before the internet was invented (by you know who!!!)

So you'd think that all those morally outraged anti-pornographers might have experienced Einsteins Observation: doing the same thing (banning pornography and failing) over and over again and expecting a different result is insanity.

And not only that, but they make other people's lives miserable by their inane striving. How I hold such people in utter contempt.

https://medium.com/unusual-universe/the-history-of-pornography-from-the-paleolithic-to-pornhub-4123dbeef37e

Good article on the older historical aspects of pornography (though it did get the book by Marquis de Sade quite wrong. That book wasn't printed until the early 20th century. But whatever).

However the last part, when it starts on our present day and age, is just more than a tad disapproving.

I remember reading an article in a French archaeology magazine i once bought way back in the 1990s about paleolithic cave etchings depicting sexual activity of various kinds. I think the works were found in sites within the Czech Republic or thereabouts. The etchings were well done, but I lost the magazine a long time ago and have never managed to find anything about those cave etchings since.

The internet has been around most of my life. I do remember as a kid there were computers but mostly for games and word processing.

As a boy I felt so alone in enjoyment of enemas. I thought I was the only person who got good feelings playing with enemas. I was introduced at a young age like most here. Parents making you go poop and enemas served that purpose.

I had other boys talk about masterbation and I inside of me was thinking oh I masterbate playing with enemas. I never dared tell anyone. I felt like a disordered guy until I was in my late teens early 20s when the internet was everywhere. I could not believe there was so many others like me out there. Not only that there were many that played with enemas at a young age as I did. I was blown away by that. I felt so alone for so long. It was liberating to know I was far from alone.

I think the short answer is that we all had to try a lot harder to find sex info/stimulus way back then. But we hadn’t been saturated with sex via the web, so little things would arouse us that we’d laugh at now.

Images of nudity were few & far between outside of sex shops/porno mags which younger adults couldn’t easily access. A catalogue shopping magazine showing swimwear clad beauties (who actually had curves then) smiling on exercise machines might suffice. Artistic/historical books showing sculptures or risqué paintings. Biology or Family Medical type books might stray into certain images/discussions, but always with serious tone. Alternative health books might show enemas for health benefit, but not to get your rocks off with.

When porno mags started to filter into young male hands at school, usually fourth hand etc, these were furtively traded like pure gold. For a brave young man, you could try and buy one yourself (underage so illegally) in a local newsagent. Embarrassment was all consuming at that age, so you picked the moment to take your mag to the cashier you considered the least mortifying to face. In the UK Indian newsagents, usually run by a family, tended to have the most hardcore (and so costly) of these, but on presenting your selection to a female family member they had a nasty habit of summoning the male head of the household. He would then conduct the sale and so preserve the female’s innocence, but would so carefully ring each through the cash till that it was like a visa application, whilst all others watched. I am surprised I never actually died of shame.

VHS video was the next big educational step sex after porn magazines, and were rented ‘under the counter’ in many otherwise legit stores. So arrived anal sex and pubic shaving which no one had thought of before, both now normal/expected. Showing an erection, never mind penetration, was long highly illegal in the UK until the internet made this battle a lost cause. Sex shops with such stuff were endlessly raided by police, many of whose owners had cosy financial deals with those officers pretending to protect public decency. At work, a ‘Dirty Video’ might be traded between male departments as a sweetener for some favour exchanged. Repeatedly copied, the footage was grainy and rarely in English language, not that the dialog mattered much. It seemed Jonny Foreigner was having far more & better sex than the Brits back then, well except for our politicians who were having the really filthy stuff at our expense.

But the internet swept it all away. The average kid can easily watch stuff that could have carried a jail sentence in my youth, and yet it’s probably switched off as ‘boring’ after a few seconds. It is a shame how we’ve been so desensitised to it all now. Perhaps this is the attraction of sites like Zity, real human interaction?

In the UK Indian newsagents, usually run by a family, tended to have the most hardcore (and so costly) of these, but on presenting your selection to a female family member they had a nasty habit of summoning the male head of the household. He would then conduct the sale and so preserve the female’s innocence, but would so carefully ring each through the cash till that it was like a visa application, whilst all others watched. I am surprised I never actually died of shame.

My goodness what a wonderful Monty Python sketch this would have made. I was rocking with laughter just reading it. 😃 😃

The internet has been around most of my life. I do remember as a kid there were computers but mostly for games and word processing.

When I was a kid, short-wave ham radios were really exotic gadgetry. My parents were born before public radio broadcasting began. Something they never stopped reminding us of when us kids watched (b/w) TV.

Water and Power magazine, Beth Tyler, VHS tapes and 8mm movies. I got my first VHS tape and single balloon nozzle from Beth. It was an exciting time back then. You were always wondering if something you bought through the mail was going to be confiscated.

As previously noted, pornography has been around since the cavemen learned to draw on the walls. My first exposure as a teenager in the 60s was the typical suck and fuck stuff, in black and white. The focus seemed to be on big tits. Ladies were usually not shaved so not much to see down there. Then came Penthouse and Forum and the like in the 70s which brought fetish sex to the public. That is when I realized I was not the only straight guy who liked getting an enema. With a bit of looking around then I found magazines like Water and Power, and later when I got a computer I found Beth Tyler. All I can say is wow when I see what is available today.

As a tween and teen in the 1960's I avidly sought home health , child care and first aid books, in the library, the book aisle of the grocery, the bookstore. A quick look at the ‘E’ index page, and if ‘enema’ was listed I would dive in, hoping my mom would stay away ‘til I read the good parts. Like so many others I felt so alone and ashamed. Then my dad subscribed to Penthouse and I found the Letters section, which sometimes featured letters from enema lovers. That was the first inkling that my kinks weren’t so rare and shameful after all. Soon afterward, there were magazines with enema content and shady newspapers where kinksters placed classified ads. So information and entertainment weren't at our fingertips in the ‘70s and ’80s, but a community was building.

My dad had Kinsey‘s books on Sexual Behaviors and Masters and Johnson’s book on Sexual Response buried in his closet. It was porn to me from 10 ot 11 to my early teens. Replaced them with Playboy and Hustler which I hid under my mattress. Those and other porn magazines held me over until I got a computer in the early 80’s.

My goodness what a wonderful Monty Python sketch this would have made. I was rocking with laughter just reading it. 😃 😃

Well John Cleese did once say words to the effect that it was every Englishman's aim to go from cradle to grave without ever being embarrassed, hence his many related skits like the Lumberjack Song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tFJQ-LIAkI

Imagine what it was like for a pubescent boy in the 1970s only just learning about sex?

What didn't help with those hardcore magazines was that the UK price was always in the tiniest print, jumbled with many other tiny prices in various international currencies. So the owner had to slowly pick his way around a front cover full of bare body parts to find the correct price.

There was always a strong air of disdain as you were being served. You being the purchaser of this corrupting filth but which he'd chosen to fill half his shop with. And as nothing male was ever shown in these magazines at that time, the body parts the owner shielded his female family from were the same ones only they possessed. Hypocrisy was everywhere around sex then.

I remember in the nineties leaving my workplace at the end of one day, along with various other office and factory men & women. There was a security team who conducted random searches on staff exiting as the product was high value. Imagine the embarrassment and laughter from onlookers as one factory worker's bag was searched, and the guard slowly removed and unraveled a (deflated) blow-up sex doll. His attempt to mitigate this, by saying 'Oh it isn't mine, I'm only borrowing it from Russell' didn't paint a much better picture either. I'm not sure shame ever survived into the new millennium however.

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.