Just Sick Babes Being Sick

Are you sure, and is it all of them? Because the only videos I can access (of others) anymore are ones in the bizzare/amateur/fetish categories, but that is sadly only a fraction of the videos I'd saved.

That being said the most recent few of mine might be accessible still, but I doubt all of them are.

I can still access my videos, but I can't access so many of the ones on my favorites/watch later.

Thisvid is dead.

Guess it's been a good run.

Evidence of stomach aches over the past few weeks below the cut

Weirdly enough it's not too personal haha.

Honestly, I think I fall somewhere on the Ace spectrum so whoever the person would be would have to be a close friend and someone I really trusted first.

Ideally I would like them to also be into the kink. I don't think I could fully enjoy it if I knew they were just getting through it to please me, I'd want them to be into it too. I'd like to explore a bit of dom/sub dynamics, and I would love someone who could also help me work on healthier food choices and general things to help with my health (Recently I have been concerned about things like blood pressure and stroke risk and stuff.) I'm not saying I want to get stick thin or anything, I'll likely always have a bit of a tummy, but I'd like to get my BMI down for some other personal reasons so I'd like someone who could be encouraging about that. I don't want someone who just wants me to get bigger and bigger until I'm worthy of a show on TLC (though I respect gainers, it's just not what I want for myself personally). I have a couple different "I want" posts that I think highlight what I would want kink wise and honestly, if I could engage in a scenario like that like, once a month, I think I'd be happy.

I don't necessarily know if I would need to be in a relationship with/dating them, but there definitely has to be a strong amount of trust and cohesion before I think I could engage with this kink with another person.

Thank you!

At the moment I don't really know how that will work. I feel like it's pretty well known that I appreciate my relative anonymity, so creating like an OF or something wouldn't be viable. I've heard that some people do a like, twitter/paypal combo but I haven't yet tried to figure something like that out. (Though I would in the future potentially be up for that. I certainly wouldn't mind some extra $$)

Respectfully, yes I do mind.

While some of my videos on here are the same as on thisvid, and certainly there would be more if this was a better platform of such, it was never my intention to marry the two. The only reason I talk about it on here is because someone called me out and asked if I was stealing my videos from thisvid. If that had never happened, these two would be separate entities. And with the changes coming to thisvid, there's not many days left, and I'm not even all that active these days. I'm still findable somehow, because I still get friend requests, but my intention of my tumblr account is not to promote my videos: it's to engage with other people who share the kink in various ways.

if you have other friends in the community who are happy to share that information privately (not in the comments or tags y'all) that's fine, but I'm not going to promote something if I can't even promise you I'll see or accept the friend request, or even if the account will be viable for much longer.

I've been following you for a few years now and that's rare. So many profiles just vanish after a short while. It feels like a privilege to have someone who posts regularly and isn't opposed to interaction for so long. So, thank you :)

Thank you! I'm not sure what I do that's considered "so much" for the community. I just make videos, really. It's not like I'm doing charity work or trying to find a new platform to exist on.

It was $5, unrefrigerated in the middle isle along with several other brightly colored cakes and cupcakes for the weekend. You were feeling like a sweet treat for the weekend, this could be a good and cheap way of fulfilling that need.

It's just a sheet cake. You could have made one yourself, but that would have taken time and the effort and you want as little of that as possible this weekend. It's nothing fancy but the icing is sweet and the cake isn't dry. It's worth the $5, even if you're worried the frosting will stain the inside of your mouth for the next two days.

You have two pieces, that's all you manage today. Not for any reason other than you've been busy. You've had family to visit and other tasks to take care of. Your two pieces of cake are your reward for a day well done.

You notice not long after finishing your second piece that you're feeling a little bloated, but you've had plenty of bloating foods to snack on all day. Your stomach hurts, but you're not going to be sick. You rub at the bloat until you end up falling asleep in your living room, only to wake up in the middle of the night hours later.

You're still bloated, your stomach pressing along the elastic of your underwear in a way that only becomes noticeable when you stand up. You're headed towards the bathroom to relieve yourself and decide once you're there to leave your underpants on the floor. It takes a little while for you to settle in bed, but eventually you fall asleep.

There's a rock in your stomach the next morning. It's large, and pressing against your spine. You don't feel sick but you don't feel well either. You manage two cups of coffee and some breakfast and decide to take it easy. Your pants are a little tight, but you don't have to be presentable for anybody today so it doesn't matter if you loosen them. Your stomach churns all afternoon, you become accustomed to burping into your palm but that's all you manage to do-burp. No position you sit in feels particularly comfortable, but you're just assuming it's heartburn. Then, out of nowhere, you get the hiccups.

They're deep, and annoying. They leave you groaning in frustration, wishing they would end. The rock in your stomach becomes sharper, you find yourself burping, and once those burps turn into heaves, you decide to make home in the bathroom for a while.

Of course, just as you settle in and resign yourself to the sickness that these hiccups will bring, they stop, but the nausea remains. You lean over the toilet and spit. Your stomach cramps. You rub your hand along it and moan. If you wait, maybe something will happen. Eventually, something does. You get sick not once or twice, but several times over the next few minutes. Each time a torrent of vomit escapes you, you wonder where it came from. There's easily three times more that has just come out of you than you've eaten all day.

And when you finally open your eyes, panting and exhausted after emptying yourself, the sick inside the toilet is the exact same shade as the frosting of that cake.

(photos below cut and content label added bc yk tumblr)

below the cut because yk how tumblr is.