Chloe and Me: Our Story
Copyright© 2026 by Unca D
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A story from the Klisma Files: An enema lover romance. Two klismaphiles meet in a chance encounter, discover their shared love of enemas and fall in love. [7 chapters]
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex Enema Oral Sex
Her chamber was immaculate, like the rest of her apartment. I set the glasses on her nightstand.
“You know,” she said, “when you said you didn’t have any condoms ... I liked hearing it. It meant you have a sense of responsibility.”
“A real man takes care of his woman,” I replied. “He protects her and puts her needs ahead of his.”
“I REALLY liked hearing that. Before we go any further,” she said, “some ground rules. No blowjobs...”
“That’s okay — I don’t like ‘em.”
“You don’t?”
“No. I think a dick in a woman’s mouth looks degrading. Oral on you okay?”
“Yeah ... Rule number two — no facials.”
“I don’t do ‘em,” I replied. “I think that’s degrading, too.”
She smiled. “Rule number three — no anal.”
“I guess you can’t have everything.”
“Tell me, do you like lingerie?” she asked.
“Of course — what guy doesn’t?”
“What would be your notion of perfect lingerie?”
“Hmm ... The material would need to be smooth. My hands can get rough and I hate getting snagged on fabric. It also needs to be supple so it covers like a coat of paint.”
“Long or short?”
“If it’s long it needs to be slit up to here.” I pointed to my hip.
“See-through?”
“Doesn’t really matter.”
“What color?”
“Doesn’t matter, either.”
She nodded her head toward her closet, one of the walk-in variety. The racks on one wall were filled with the stuff. “My goodness, Chloe...”
“I love lingerie. I make it myself. It’s a hobby of mine. Sometimes I sell it on eBay, but I haven’t in a while.” She removed a hanger. On it was a short nightgown of metallic gold. “Would this do?”
I ran my thumb along the material — it was smooth and supple. “This is amazing fabric, Chloe.”
“I know. Most metallics are rough. This is so smooth. I don’t know how they did it. I spotted it at the fabric store and I had to have it.” She held it against herself. The hem was cut at a rakish diagonal, with the right side at her hip and the left near her knee. In back the diagonal repeated in the opposite direction.
“That’s beautiful, Chloe.”
“It’s my own design. The top’s a halter. The waistband hooks closed here. There’s a jacket that goes with it. This one’s a virgin.”
“What do you mean?”
“I haven’t slept in it yet.”
“Or, made love in it?”
“Not yet ... Will it do?”
“Of course it will.”
“I’ll go put it on.”
I undressed to my briefs, folded my duds and stacked them on a chair. Then I turned down her bedcovers, making as neat and sharp of an angle with the folds as I could.
Chloe came into her bedroom barefoot, with her hair in a ponytail. I gazed at her shapely legs — she had pretty feet, too. I had never slept with a prettier woman. She pulled the scrunchie out of her ponytail and shook her hair. It fell to her shoulder blades and framed her face.
“You look gorgeous, Chloe,” I said. “I’d never believe that gown was home-made. It looks off-the-rack. It looks better than off-the-rack.” She approached me and I handed her a wineglass. We clinked rims. “Cheers.”
“Cheers.”
Chloe emptied her glass in a couple of gulps. We faced each other. I kissed her lips. She held the back of my head and we kissed again.
I slipped the jacket off her shoulders. Then I put one arm behind her back and the other under her knees, picked her up and set her in her bed. I slid in beside her.
We lay, gazing into each other’s eyes and stroking each other’s faces. “I’m starting to feel the wine,” she said. “When I close my eyes it feels like the room is moving.”
“Then don’t close them. You have pretty eyes.”
“You think so? The color’s rather nondescript, don’t you think?”
“It suits you. No — I was looking at your whole eye ... the shape.”
“What do you like about it?”
“Where the crease in your eyelid comes. Do you use eye makeup?”
“Not much ... maybe a little liner. I washed it off before I came in here.”
“The natural look suits you. You have such a pretty face, Chloe. I don’t think there’s anything you could put on it that would make you more beautiful.”
She closed her eyes and made a little snort. “That sounds like a crock.”
“I mean it.”
“I know you do.” She touched my cheek. “You’re sincere ... I feel that from you.” She kissed my lips.
I sat up, my back against her headboard. “Sit here,” I said patting the mattress between my legs She snuggled against me, her back against my chest. I pressed my lips against her head and the fragrance of her hair filled my nostrils. I gazed at her legs, stretched out beside mine.
Chloe had a gorgeous back and sexy shoulder blades. I caressed her arms and ran my hands along the sides of her breasts.
Then, I cupped my fingers over her breasts and stroked them up and down through the smooth and supple fabric. I could feel her nipples beginning to firm up from the stimulation. She arched her back a bit and drew in a deep breath. “Mmm ... that feels good,” she said.
I wanted to touch all of her at once. Her breasts, her arms, her abdomen, her thighs, her knees ... I kissed her neck and shoulder. She ran her hand along my leg.
“Oh,” she said, “you have a nice touch. I really like your pacing.”
“What do you mean?”
“You touch me here...” She guided my hand to her breast.
“Like this?” I ran my fingertips across her now very firm nipple.
“Yes ... Then you go elsewhere and come back ... It’s like a tease ... it makes me want more.”
“More?”
“Uh-uh.”
I put my fingers against her nipples and began a slow, circular massage. “Like this?”
She squeezed my thighs. “Mmm ... makes me want more-more-more...”
I went underneath the fabric and began pinching her nipples, my fingers against her skin. Chloe arched her back and let out a soft moan. “Just do this for a while ... this and the wine ... feels so good ... so good ... There’s only one problem.”
“What’s that?”
“I can’t touch you lying like this.”
She sat up, turned around and knelt, straddling my knees. I could see she was wearing a pair of black high-cut briefs under her gown.
Chloe reached behind her neck, untied her halter and let it drop. I found myself gazing on her breasts. They were the size of grapefruits — the perfect proportion for her slender frame. Her nipples were thick and fleshy and she had large, pale, oval areolas.
I reached for both her breasts and rolled her nipples. She leaned over me. I kissed her nipple, then drew it into my mouth and tongued it.
I had noticed a bottle of hand lotion on her nightstand. I turned, grabbed it and squirted some into my palm. “This smells good — what is it?”
“Lily-of-the-valley.”
I held it for a few moments to take the chill off, dipped my fingers into it and smeared it onto her nipples. The lotion made her skin so slippery that, as I massaged her I could discern the internal tissue structures of her breast.
Chloe lifted her face. “Ohhhh ... This feels soooo good. The sensations are deeper.”
“I can use a heavier hand,” I replied.
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