My boyfriend got food poisoning
I damn near came in my pants on Monday morning and I wasn't even there to see the action.
That guy I mentioned in my last post? He's my boyfriend, we've been dating for a little over four months now. We became a couple shortly after I made that post.
He and I both work on the same jobsite (he's a pipe fitter, I'm an electrician).
Last Sunday I made chocolate cupcakes for my crew at work, and I was of course going to sneak one to my boyfriend. I've got to be a little sneaky, it's a huge jobsite with hundreds of tradespeople, there's no way I could ever make enough baked goods even for my fellow (company name classified) electricians.
Sitting in my car before work, I texted my boyfriend that I had a cupcake for him.
A minute later he responded 'baby I'm sick'. I asked if he was okay, then he replied, said he threw up and SENT ME A PICTURE!
He made a big mess in his bathroom. Not only was the toilet bowl full of puke, it was also on the floor and all over the seat. He even got some on the floor behind the toilet.
As I stared at that picture, I immediately got super horny and turned on. I'm always horny for him but just knowing that he puked his guts out and made a mess nearly made me soak my panties.
I quickly responded that I wished I was there to rub his back and take care of him and he appreciated it. I texted him periodically throughout the day to comfort him and make sure he wasn't getting dehydrated or running a fever.
I was so horny I had a hard time focusing on my work.
I wished I could've been there with my boyfriend while he was so sick. I wanted to comfort him and rub his back while he puked while putting my other hand on his stomach to feel it contract with each retch. I wanted to get him water, set an empty trash can by his bed and snuggle him until he had to puke again.
Sadly I had to work. I went to see him after work and gave him some Gatorade and anti-nausea medicine.
He wasn't throwing up anymore by the time I got there, so I gave him the stuff and laid with him for a bit. He said he tried to make it but started puking the second he got through the bathroom doorway and couldn't hold it back. I felt bad for him of course, but that loss of control is so hot. I would've rode him all night, but he was tired, not feeling great and understandably wouldn't have been in the mood so I didn't initiate. We kissed and snuggled for a bit, but I couldn't stop thinking about him being sick.
I haven't told him about my fetish yet. I keep thinking about a copious amount of puke gushing from his mouth and splashing all over the floor. What do his retches sound like? I'm dying to know.
He felt a little better on Tuesday and went to work, but his stomach hurt from throwing up so much the day before.
He got food poisoning from the sushi at a hibachi place. I'm glad he's feeling better. As aroused as it made me, I never want anyone to be sick.














