Choke On It: The Secret of the Roman Shower

Wiki says:

Emetophilia is a paraphilia in which an individual is aroused by vomiting or observing others vomit. When emetophiles put emetophilia into practice by actually vomiting, especially on a partner, it is called a Roman shower, after the commonly-supposed (but mistaken) belief in the frequent induction of vomiting at Roman feasts.

Some emetophiles find the act of vomiting arousing; for them, the sequence of “spasm, ejaculation, relief” in vomiting is erotically charged. Other emetophiles are aroused by seeing and/or hearing others vomit. Some desire a partner who will vomit on them, while others wish to induce vomiting in a partner, or even force them to vomit. (Wanting to be vomited on may be related to a desire to be dominated, while wanting to make someone else vomit may stem from a desire to dominate the partner – see erotic humiliation.) Of course, most emetophiles have more than one of these desires, in various combination’s.

I can deep throat better than this!

I shift my knees to adjust the position of my mouth while I move my lips up and down his shaft. I flick my tongue up and down his hardness.

I slurp his head…drag my lips up and down his shaft as I gather his cock meat between my lips.

Slow.

Fast.

Soft

Not soft.

Softer still.

No teeth.

Teeth.

So soft.

Fingers massage my skull as I give him my best brain.

His touch sends jolts of electricity down my spine. I use my hands to hold him in place. Fingers pull my hands away from his crotch. I allow them to follow; eager to do what he wants as he laces his fingers in my own.

Lovers holding hands while walking down a path.

Delicately.

Gently.

Arms pulled up while dick is pushed further down my throat. I panic and attempt to pull away but cannot break free. I focus and attempt to catch a rhythm.

I will my throat to open wider.

I stretch my small mouth in preparation of receiving each thrust.

His bulbous head is beating the back of my throat.

I am nervous, I want him to be pleased with me.

With my skill.

Forward movement instinctively causes me to pull away. I can only retreat but so far as my own arms have become a restraint.

I twist my hands and momentarily free them but now his hands have found better weapons against me.

Fists of hair are used to control my entire skull.

My mouth is stretched to the point of pain. I am being skull fucked and there is nothing I can do about it.

Each oral intrusion spanks my tonsils.

It’s happening.

I want to panic as I feel my stomach begin to react violently to my lover’s forceful impale.

I protest verbally but the words can’t make their way around his dick.

My vocal cords cause him to moan.

My screams instead vibrates against thick veins of arousal.

I am ignored and now shivering in fear.

I don’t like to throw up; I am and have always been terrified of vomiting.

Besides, only an amateur suck dick and gag on it.

I submit to his force until I can no longer control myself.

He is down my throat.

I think he will back away from me for fear of being soiled.

As I gag he only goes deeper. With every heave that rocks my body he reaches in further…pulling me to him.

I am gagging loud now.

Unable to stop the spit and vomit from bubbling up my throat……I try to push away.Instead he holds me tight as warm fluid burst out of my mouth and down my chin.

I gasp for air through nostrils filled with hot, acidic threads of bile mixed snot.

I try to swallow the urge back down before its more than the little that I am unable to control.

He puts his dick back in my mouth and grinds it against the warmth of my tongue.

Moving from side to side we start slow but soon he is back to violently plugging me.

This time I let him lead me there.

I let go of the fear of vomiting.

I let go of the fight to control my own body’s reactions.

I let go in submission and exploration to pursue this new discovery of my lover’s desire.

I allow the feeling of being dominated.

I bask in the pleasure I feel because he is pleased with me.

I find freedom in my submission to him as he takes me places I didn’t know I wanted to go.

Facing your fears can sometimes be a hard one to swallow and isn’t it nice to have friends who will help you along the way….