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Desperately horny tonight, so a little story time. Moreso an imagine, if you will:
You’ve spent the entire weekend home with your increasingly ailing partner, and god, are you beginning to question your intentions. Sure, you’ve explored your own interests here and there, and you’ve known for a while that vomit especially gets you going, but watching your typically lighthearted and lively partner slowly succumbing to the effects of a nasty belly bug is weighing you down rather heavily—much like their poor, ailing tummy.
It’s easy at first, ignoring the way your own chest flutters as they finally admit to feeling “a little sick.” It starts out small, with warm cuddles on the couch and your favorite movies playing on the TV while you gently rub soothing circles into their roiling tummy. It’s not until they sit upright, hand hovering over their mouth as their muscles tense beneath your touch, that you begin feeling a little too warm.
It’s probably just lunch, you assure them, hoping to settle things before either of you gets too worked up. Maybe they’d like some water, some more belly rubs? No, they say. No, they feel worse no. They feel sick—pukey sick. They think… they think they’re gonna throw up.
You can feel it building. As their skin pales, their gaze cloudy and their expression strained, your heart begins beating a little faster. There’s an unmistakable heat burning between your legs now, and you almost feel a little sick yourself, sick with anticipation. You don’t want this for them, of course. You hate seeing them suffer, but…
It’s loud, and messy, and it does happen. First you’re crouched in the bathroom, squirming where you sit on your knees, thighs rubbing together subconsciously as you stroke a palm up and down their back and brush back sticky hair from their sweaty face, cooing sweet assurances with a shaky voice. It’s hot, it’s so hot, and you’re desperate to pin them against the toilet rim, desperate to strip them from the waist down and fuck them into the porcelain, feel their belly clench and spasm beneath your hand as you hump them and grind against them, fingers working to get them off as well. But you don’t. You’re hot now, hot and sweaty and horny, but you keep yourself composed.
Hours pass, and suddenly you’re lying together in bed again. They lie on their side, head on your lap, trash bin nearby. A hand strokes through their hair, but your mind is elsewhere. You’ve given up speaking by now, too overwhelmed by the urge to pant and moan and beg, too desperate to encourage them to keep whimpering, keep telling you just how sick and nauseous they feel. Somewhere along the line they seem to take notice, as once you look back down to study their prone frame, your nervous gaze meets their red, glassy eyes. They’re feverish, confused, but they seem worried. They know something’s up, and so do you.
What’s wrong? They say, shaky hand reaching up to grasp you arm gently. What’s the matter? Are you sick? Are you uncomfortable? You seem… hot. So warm. Are you sick? No? Are you okay?
God, how you want to shove your fingers down their throat, holding them by the head and tugging on their hair, forcing your hand as deep down their throat as it’ll go as they squirm in your lap and bring up small, desperate streams of vomit and bile and soft, burpy moans. You want to fuck them silly, watch them choke and gag on your fingers as they helplessly retch up the remaining acid and water that managed to stay down between the waves of nausea they’ve experienced throughout the night. You’re desperate, so desperate…
You’re fine, you tell them. Meanwhile, as they turn away, moaning softly in relief as you rub their head, you slip your free hand past the waistband of your pants.
I was brushing my teeth and felt an overwhelming urge to gag myself. I got so wet and horny immediately so I started jacking it, and I brushed the back of my mouth until my hand and toothbrush were dripping with saliva. I brought up a glob of red (I’d had red koolaid a few hours before). It was so fucking hot, I’d love to do that again
As per my last post, here’s the puke vid—part one. Lots of loud retching, a few streams… tried to keep it quiet so my roommates didn’t hear me. Milk just wasn’t sitting right though, and it felt so much better to bring it up. Enjoy 😉
Washing machine - short cut
This is the shorter cut of this vid. (I cut out unnecessary pauses between vomiting.)
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Sorry about the bad quality, I really felt like puking while standing up and the washing machine was the best place for that…
First I made myself throw up a meal I had just eaten (I didn’t even need to drink water beforehand as I was quite full), then when I noticed my stomach was struggling to bring up more food, I filled up on water and made myself puke again. The water felt suprisingly cold in my mouth on its way up.
Violently losing lunch
If a few spoonfuls of rice can be called lunch. I don’t know where all this is coming from anymore.
So I vomited twice last night. Once this morning having eaten nothing at all and in a fucking park! Thank goodness it was early and I didn’t see anyone near. It came without a warning, I was walking, sat down a few minutes to grab a smoke and got up to get in the car and that was it, it was practically projectile vomit.
I came back home, had some rest and I was fine again so I ate a little bit of rice and 10 minutes later what you can listen above happened. It was so violent. The last spews were green and so so bitter. I choked a lot because of how much and how hard the puke was coming up. It was hard to breathe. My voice is messed up too.
If you wanna the results, keep reading.
the idea of someone shoving their fingers down my throst and making me puke.... hrgehgrhh
✨Puke story time✨
I drank too much last night and woke up at 2am knowing I was gonna be sick. I was still dizzy and drunk and coughing made me see black spots. After a lot of coughing I threw up a couple of times, but it was mostly water that came up. Then I went to lay on the couch by the bathroom, because I knew I wasn't done.
Then the second time it happened was really hot, I wish I'd recorded! An hour or so later I felt really nauseous again so I went back to the bathroom and immediately started heaving. Before I knew it I was leaning right over the toilet with my forehead on my arm, gripping the bowl with my other hand to brace myself while I vomited repeatedly. I barely had time to breathe in between, I was panting and my mouth watered a ton, and I choked and retched a lot trying to get it all up.
I always have trouble vomiting much so it was awesome how much I managed to puke up. It started out more liquid from the alcohol I drank, and after a few heaves I was struggling to puke thick half digested pizza. My stomach muscles hurt trying to get it up and it took a couple of violent retches because it was thick and chunky. It was so forceful it splashed up to the rim of the bowl. I didn't vomit anymore after that but I was still very queasy and kept getting up to go burp and retch over the toilet for the next few hours. It was hot as fuck 🥰
The sound balancing in this one is even worse… I’m so sorry 🤣
When is someone going to invent a silent vibrator? 🤣🤣🤣
Must have been amazing with that vibe how much you puke
I had two going at once 😈
I didn’t bring that much up, less than previously because last time I drank a metric shit ton of water, but even though I had a few mouthfuls of ice cream and milk immediately beforehand I ended up bringing up stuff I had eaten in the hours previously.
It was more red in person because I’d eaten watermelon maybe two hours before it. Plus in the heat of the moment I actually put my hand in there 🤣 so it’s a little more… mixed? 🤣
Thank you for the ask 🫡 I hope this answered your question
drunk girls puking / vomit / self-respect / public nudity
Part two of the hangover- made it to the toilet this time, stared into the bowl.
I had to help it along a little - I think it sounds a bit like your fingers are inside me, take that however you want ….