Just remembered a little something.
My (now ex) girlfriend and I lived in different parts of the country, there were a few hours between us so we relied mostly on video calls and texts.
We both had similar... Interests lets say. Although she wasn't into emeto, she was heavily into gagging so something like 4 nights a week we would call and one of us would gag ourselves. The majority of the time it was her as she gets off to the feeling of being gagged while I love to watch it happen and hear the noises and occasionally pretend it's me doing it (gagging her, that is).
She knew my kink goes a little further.
This one Thursday night, we set up the call as usual. After some brief, polite conversation and light flirting, she tipped her head back and stuck her long digits down her throat. I listened to the beautiful noises escaping her, touching myself as she did the same. The sounds were getting more desperate and so were my hands. After a few minutes , she suddenly coughed harshly, a torrent of light beige puke spilling out over her hand, a few chunks running down her wrist.
We were both in shock, I bit my lip, prioritising checking up on her and pushing my own pleasure out of the way.
"are you ok, sweetheart?" I asked, trying not to sound too flustered and making my tone more steady and concerned. She groaned in response and sniffled, hand still between her legs as she reached over the edge of her bed for a trashcan.
"what just happened?" this was said more out of shock than genuine confusion, there was a hint of amusement in both of our voices. She laughed a little,
"umm... You would've loved that if you were here." She then explained that she'd picked up the trash can for "just in case" because sometimes she couldn't stop if she started puking. I bit back a moan.
The evening basically ended with her telling me maybe she understands this kink I've got. Sonetimes I wish we were still together, we had a hell of a lot of fun with it.
I mean this other time, she'd been sending me flirty messages all day and voice notes of her saying that her stomach felt off while I was out with friends. She'd been torturing me for hours. When I got home and checked my phone I opened our messages and saw that she'd just sent me a text:
Just accidentally puked all over the bathroom floor. Don't think I'm done.
And from there the night just escalated.