Emetophilia Fantasies & erotica

true story, wish I filmed it.

The following is a true story, from recent personal experience.

It was a Friday night & I'd decided to treat myself to a 700ml bottle of Canadian whiskey.  It'd been a while since I drank this much on my own but, I thought I was up for the challenge.

Boy, was I wrong.
I drank all but half a mixed drink that was left in my glass and a shot or so in the bottle & it hit me like a tonne of bricks.

Was having fun on a video chat with some friends when all of a sudden I started feeling nauseous asf, I tried to speak up over the chatter & say brb but, as soon as I opened my mouth to speak I felt my stomach heave. I clasped my mouth shut as I felt hot thick chunky vomit rising up my throat, dropped my phone on my bed and made a dash for the bathroom, puking in my mouth a couple times along the way. I successfully made it to the toilet before I gave in and spat out the disgusting sloppy spew that had accumulated in my mouth with each premature gag. The sour alcoholic taste & smell made me retch before I could even take a breath & I threw up a gushing burning mix of whiskey, cola, and bile. I fought against my spasming stomach for a desperate breath in between rounds of this violent stomach-tearimg torrential vomit bath. Suddenly another thick brown chunky stream errupted from my mouth and into the toilet bowl, splashing me in the face a little which made me heave up more of the burning whiskey bile before finally being able to take a full breath in without gagging. I sat for a minute or ten, head spinning, mouth watering & stomach spasming before remembering I was still in a group call in the other room. Flushed the toilet & cleaned up, returning to my room to find the call still in progress, my friends having heard EVERYTHING. I apologized and was bombarded with compassion, everyone asking if I was okay...

I stayed on the call til it was just me and one other person, they were trying to pursuade me to go to bed when I once again got the sudden urge to vomit, knowing speech was a trigger for my gag reflex I opted to try texting my friend to let them know I felt sick again, I got as far as opening the chat app before my stomach gave in, a hiccup turning into a wet heave as I once again thew up in my mouth, dropping the phone to return to the bathroom for the second, more painful round of intense guttural vomiting.  The hit thick mess felt slimy as it slopped out over my tongue, making me shiver & heave again. And again. My stomach painfully convulsed as I tried to expell the last of the alcoholic spew. Once my stomach stopped forcing bile out of me, I returned to my call to find my friend worryingly stating at their screen waiting to see me. "Dude, you good? You sounded like you were dying honestly, I was freakin out like, should I call someone?! What even is your address?! -- are you good?! You look like shit..."  I just nodded my shaky, spinning head slowly and sat down, trying to focus my gaze on my screen enough to be convincing, despite feeling like my liver was setting fire to my stomach. I smoked some weed with my friend over call & then we said goodbye & I grabbed a drink of what I thought was just cola before I finally went to bed, feeling sicker than ever and honestly questioning if I had alcohol poisoning.... I woke up about an hour later and realized I had run out of cola, the drink I downed before swaying my way to bed was my mixed drink from earlier, whiskey and cola. This realization was prompted of course by my protesting stomach, which immediately got to work making me expell the accidentally consumed last drink. I shot up out of bed and ran down stairs to the bathroom, nearly puking on the stairs. I threw myself Infront of the toilet again as I projectile vomited all over the toilet, the seat, the lid and the floor, and the side of my bath tub. It was EVERYWHERE. I felt horrid, I lay shaking and spitting on my bahroom floor for an hour atleast before my nightmarish nausea seemed to subside & I was able to return to bed. I awoke several hours later, hungover enough to be dry heaving the moment I opened my eyes. My head pounding so bad I couldn't take my hands off my skull. This lasted 2 days.
It was aweful and I finally vowed never to drink whiskey again.

I probably won't keep that vow for very long. 😬🤷🤮🤮🤮🤮