Chloe and Me: Our Story
Copyright© 2026 by Unca D
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
While Chloe finished in the ensuite I stripped down to my briefs and I waited for her. The door opened and Chloe emerged, wearing a short-sleeved, mid-thigh length sleep tee in pink cotton. Through the fabric I could discern light-colored, high-rise briefs. The look on her face told me something was amiss.
“Chloe,” I said, “is something wrong?”
“I’ll say something’s wrong.”
“Is it something I did?” I asked.
She approached me, put her hand behind my head, tenderly kissed my lips and stroked my cheek. “No, nothing you did.” She let out an exasperated sigh. “I got my period.”
“Just now?”
“Just now. I knew it was impending. I’m on the off-week for my pill, so I knew it was a matter of time. I was hoping it would hold off ‘til after the weekend.”
I sat on the chair we had used for the enemas and coaxed her onto my lap.
“This evening was going so well,” she continued. “That lovely dinner you made, the tender way you cared for me, giving me the enemas, the bulb syringe that took me back to my childhood ... I’m sure you were expecting sex — I wanted it, too.”
“It wouldn’t have bothered me,” I said.
“Well, it would bother me.”
“Are you having cramps? You said you had some cramps in the bathroom.”
“Those were from the enema. I don’t get cramps from my period. How much do you really need to know about my bodily functions?”
“Everything. It helps me understand you better.”
“What I do get is a very heavy flow. At least for the first couple days, I need to wear a tampon AND a pad. At least it didn’t happen in the middle of the night. Sometimes, I wake up in a bloody mess. If that had happened here, I would have been mortified. I’m so sorry to have ruined our evening.”
“Don’t be sorry. It’s biology, nothing you have any control over. We can still do things — we don’t have to go all the way. We can still have fun, enjoying each other’s bodies.”
“It’s not the same,” she replied. “I love your foreplay. You know how to play my body as if it were a Stradivarius. You’ve given me the best orgasms I have ever experienced. But for me, the most important part is the closeness I feel when you’re inside me. That’s what makes me satisfied.”
“I know you’re anal-erotic. I was surprised you have an aversion to anal sex.”
“What made you think that?” she asked.
“Our first night. You laid out the ground rules — you said no anal.”
“That’s because I didn’t know you well enough, then. I say that for all first times, just to make sure the guy doesn’t get the wrong idea.” She drew in a breath. “When I was in college, I was sexually assaulted.”
“Oh my God, Chloe!”
“I was going to a frat party with some other girls. I had a tampon in. My roommate always put one in when going out and suggested I do the same. She figured, if some guy started something he would stop if he thought she was on the rag.”
“I never heard of that,” I remarked.
“I had a bit too much to drink and was feeling queasy, so I looked for a place to lie down. Some guy found me and started messing with me. I tried to fight him off, but he overpowered me and pulled off my briefs. Then he saw the string.”
“You poor girl,” I said.
“He said, ‘it’s gonna be up your ass, bitch’.”
I held her and caressed her. “Oh, Chloe — I simply can’t imagine doing something like that.”
“I know you you couldn’t. He injured me. I was bleeding. It took days for me to heal.”
“Did anything happen to the guy? Did you press charges?”
“No. It would have been his word against mine.”
“You should have stuffed a tampon in there, too.”
Chloe giggled and then laughed out loud. “So funny! I wonder if that would’ve worked. That was the last frat party I ever attended. After that always, on the first night, I say no anal and see how he responds. It’s one of my little tests.”
“I think any respectable guy would honor that, and know it’s off the table.”
“That’s what I thought. Have you ever had anal sex?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “I had a girlfriend in high school who thought doing it that way would preserve her virginity. I always say, virginity is more a state of mind. You can be a virgin anytime you want — just put yourself into the proper mindset. Have you done it that way?”
“No,” she replied. “I’ve had a lot of men in my life. I’m being honest. I hope it doesn’t bother you.”
“It doesn’t,” I replied. “I’ve had my share of women. As they say, you need to kiss a lot of toads before you find your prince.”
“You are my prince. I always cut them loose when it starts to get serious.”
“Before they discover your klismaphilia.”
“Right. Despite it, I do enjoy having a warm body in bed with me. A few of them I was really sorry to lose. I haven’t let myself get close enough to a guy for anal sex to be on the table.”
“Until now?”
“Until now,” she replied.
“I think I know your bottom better than anyone. You know I’ll take good care of it.”
She caressed my face and kissed my lips. “I know you will, because you have.”
“So are you game?” I asked.
She kissed me again. “With you ... always. I’d put something more alluring on, but none of the lingerie I brought can accommodate a heavy-duty pad.”
She stood and gathered the fabric of her sleep tee, lifted it up and off and set it on the foot of the bed. “Since you’re down to your skivvies, I might as well be down to mine.”
I scooped her up and set her on the bed. We lay facing each other. I caressed her face and we kissed.
I started playing with her breast, running my finger around her areola, spiraling in to her nipple and teasing it with my finger until it turned hard. She rolled onto her back and I knelt beside her, caressing her from her hips up to her arms and down again, smoothing my thumbs along her abdomen and using them to stimulate her nipples.
Chloe raised her arms and crossed her wrists above her head as I made my full-body strokes. I removed the tube of lube from the nightstand, squirted some into my palm and held it in my fist to take the chill off. Smearing some on her nipples I began massaging them, the slick gel permitting me to use a heavier hand. Her nipples were now firm and erect. She closed her eyes, rolled her face to one side and made soft murmurs.
“This feels so good,” she said. The sensations are deep. Mmm...”
As I continued this action her breathing grew heavy. The gel started to dry, so I leaned over and began nursing her left breast, drawing her entire areola into my mouth and working it with my tongue. She put her arms around my shoulders I could feel her heart beating faster. Her belly jerked.
“Other side,” she said and I began nursing her right breast. “I feel it here,” she said, placing her hand low on her abdomen. “I feel it in my womb.”
I turned around and caressed her belly. “I think you have the sexiest tummy,” I remarked.
“The enemas made it really flat. I needed them. It had been nearly two weeks.”
I slid my hand under the waistband of her briefs and worked my finger into her slit. She was dry in there, no doubt due to the tampon. I withdrew my hand an applied a blob of the lube to my middle finger. Sliding my hand in again I coated her clitoral shaft with the gel and began stroking, using my four-count.
With my free hand I caressed her lower abdomen and her mons. She reached down and adjusted my hand. “Right there,” she said, “just like that. Don’t stop, don’t change it.”
She put her hand on her chest and began stroking her nipple with her thumb. Muscles in her thighs began to twitch, and she began panting heavily.
“Getting close,” she panted.
I had switched from my four-count to a two-count on her clit. “More!” she gasped. “Oh God! I’m coming!”
I continued stroking. Chloe lifted her legs, pressed her knees together and let out a groan and a yelp. Finally, she reached down and lifted my hand. I slid it out from under her briefs.
We lay beside each other, embraced and kissed. I stroked her face.
“Are you ready too make lemonade out of lemons?” I asked.
She smiled and nodded. “Tonight, I’m a virgin,” she said.
I kissed her lips. “I’ll be gentle with you.”
“Not too gentle, I hope,” she replied.
I grasped the waistband of her briefs. She lifted her hips and I slid them down.
“Anything on the pad?” she asked.
“Some wet,” I replied, “but no blood.”