*~*~* cute voms only *~*~*

I managed to make it home, I have no idea how but I was still fairly competent like I remember it all, stumbling down the street starting to feel a little nauseous. I jumped in a cab and then as soon as I got home, the motion sickness plus the sugary drinks were working together… my stomach was starting to feel so queasy, turning and when I got to the door I burped very suddenly. I basically ran up the stairs and stripped on the way to the bathroom, my mouth was watering so hard and fizz was splashing up into my mouth. I barely made it into the bathroom in time and it was coming up. I managed to get some recorded after the very first wave, where I almost didn’t make it to the toilet … we hadn’t eaten in hours so it was just, endless booze coming up in fizzy mouthfuls. The first ones were still cold, too.

Embarrassing, moaning and spitting, unsteady on my feet. I had to press my fingers down my tongue a few times too- what a mess, mascara all down my cheeks. Managed to get a little up before bed. The hangover was tragic.

If only you’d been there to help.

Why is this so hot??

I had to help it along a little - I think it sounds a bit like your fingers are inside me, take that however you want ….

I was in bed, woke up early with the fear and started scrolling and trying to ignore the queasy feeling growing in my stomach. But, every smell and sound was soo intense, someone outside was mowing the lawn and the scent of freshly cut grass even turned my stomach.

I had the TV on too, and zoned out while I wrapped myself around a pillow. I could feel the pressure building in my stomach, bringing up whatever was left of pints and wine (why did I mix drinks? why did I smoke so much?). I had just hit record to complain about my queasy belly when my mouth started to water, and a sour taste overwhelmed me.

I pulled the bag open as quickly as I could, struggling with my gags getting more and more productive. The first time I gagged for real, a tiny, spitty gush of vomit landed on my arm as I tried to get the bag under my mouth in time (that little “oh”).

After the first gag, it started to come up more easily. I was half- sat up in bed, pillow still bunched between my legs, so it took some effort to get everything up from that position…. But it felt really good to ride the pillow while I brought up little hot mouthfuls of sick. I knew I wasn’t done yet, but I needed a break. I laid there and drifted into a weird fitful nap still holding the bag.