Awkward Sex Stories (59fcca9)

Some quick background Now. 1) I’m particularly susceptible to very serious vasovagal attacks, caused mostly by anxiety or pain (but sometimes these in conjunction with arousal, dehydration, sight of blood, etc) This essentially means my own body switches into hysterics: sweats, shakes, hyperventilating, insufficient vision/hearing, slurred words, associated with the grand finale of fainting. Memories. I’m usually effective in keeping these away, given that there’s only a single trigger. 2) I used to have a very sensitive cervix and intensely thin vaginal walls. As a 19-year old virgin, I was unacquainted with how sensitive it turned out until largely…
I’m with my first ever university boyfriend. I was still waiting to obtain sex but was very considering sexual exploration – therefore i wanted to exhaust everything we’re in a position to do without sex. A variety was utilized by us of dildos, but I had a need to use something special. Cue the O2 Revolution Now this plain thing is big/wide and I would have to be fucked due to it. My boyfriend agrees and would head to town ramming me hard with that plain thing. I’m loving it, and am feeling super wet (amazed that no lube was needed). Suddenly my boyfriend asks how I’m squirting so much. I comment that I’ve never squirted before – so cool, continue. We continue an extended and harder little, and he’s like…it here’s wet down. I take up a bedside lamp and there’s blood…everywhere. All down his arms, covering a whole large amount of the bed, around me – it is just a scene right out of a horror film. I’m super confused, because everything felt so excellent (pleasure overrides pain). Blood is still flowing (no period, don’t worry), i commence to panic therefore. I set you the bathroom . back, but once I see my legs covered in blood I commence to have a vasovagal attack completely, drop to the bathroom . floor, hit my simultaneously the toilet and commence hyperventilating (now bleeding from my head). So yes. Horror film. Boyfriend, hearing my head-meeting-porcelain, runs in (still covered in blood), still rocking a raging boner (Right now, he still doesn’t know why it stuck around – he claims it turned out adrenaline).
So to recap. In the toilet are:
Me: Pale as a ghost, bleeding from head and vag, hyperventilating, convulsing and saying gibberish. As pleasure dissipates, the pain of everything gets control and I’m in agony.
Boyfriend: Covered in my own blood, with a raging boner, freaking out and trying never to throw up.
Cue: My German exchange student roommate. This roommate speaks minimal English Now. We’ve hardly ever really interacted, apart from sharing the toilet (the house is rented out by the area). He stumbles up the stairs wasted/stoned completely. Walks in to the bathroom, steps over my corpse, stands on the toilet (with blood marks from my face) and begins to piss. My boyfriend, overwhelmed because of it all starts to vomit in the shower. Which was probably the most uncomfortable sexual situation that I am in.
It really is so unbelievable that I couldn’t even ensure it is up. The school’s biohazard services had ahead in to clean everything. Word spread fast and I had a significant reputation out of this incident for three years. A fun evening for all.

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