I had always assumed that any guy I confided in would find it sick that I was turned on by something like vomit. Assumed, that is, until I found the Internet. The internet is the God's gift to anyone with a fetish, because on the internet nobody is alone. Once I found out I was not the only one, I had the confidence to try to further explore this fetish of mine, the one they called emotophilia.

I was mostly turned on by seeing guys puke. Myself, I never considered, because throwing up was something I almost never did. Unfortunately, getting a guy to throw up for you is not the easiest thing in the world to do. That is, unless he has had a LOT to drink. And that is exactly how I did it. We had been dating for several months. And in that several months, of course we did some messing around. One night, we decided to go to a party held by a friend of ours, and the beer was flowing. I had enough to get buzzed, but he got SMASHED. He didn't really say why; he was just in the mood to get hammered. The evening went by with the usual drunken antics, and after awhile he was ready to leave and I was sober enough to drive legally, so we got in the car and went back to my house. We changed out of our party clothes and into our sleeping clothes (for a me a big shirt and panties, for him a t-shirt and boxers), although this took some effort seeing as he was still drunk. Finally, it happened: he blurted out, "Jen, I don't feel good." I asked if he thought he was going to throw up and he nodded. I put my arm around him and led him to the toilet, trying to conceal my excitement. He knelt by the toilet as I rubbed his back. Finally, with a watery burp, he emptied his stomach into the toilet. He coughed several times, and heaved again. He started to catch his breath, but then he began to retch again. After his third puke, he stood up. He said he felt better. I tried to kiss him, and to my suprise he was willing.

I tasted the puke in his mouth. I had never been more thrilled in my life. After a minute, he broke the kiss and said he needed to go to sleep. I was confused, but he was drunk, so I didn't ask questions. I wondered if that would be the end of it as I got in bed.

Thankfully, it wasn't. Not by a long shot. Apparently he hadn't been as drunk as I thought; he practically confronted me with it the next day. He asked me if I had been turned on by him vomitting; "I noticed the wet spot on your panties." I admitted it, and he dropped it. It was not until several weeks later that it happened again.

Of course, it did. I decided one night that I was going to try to give him a blowjob. I had never tried it before, but I had read enough porn on the internet to know how to do it and that he would love it. But there was one part they didn't tell me: how sperm tasted. It was disgusting. We were both naked, and I was kneeling in front of him sucking on his penis as he sat on the bed. He was running his fingers through my hair, and we were both getting really into it. Suddenly, he started to moan. His body convulsed and he came in my mouth. I swallowed most of it; BIG mistake. He knew by the look on my face when I came up that something was wrong. After about a minute, I knew I was going to blow. I ran to the bathroom, with him following me close behind. And I was more turned on than ever, even though I was overcome by nausea. I bent over the toilet and almost instantly gagged. Nothing came up at first; I just gagged while he rubbed my stomach.

I threw up a little bit. I knew there was more that needed to come up, but it wasn't coming. And I was so horny I thought I was going to explode. While I tried to puke, I pushed his hand back. He got the hint and moved his hand between my legs. 30 seconds of that was all it took for the rest of the vomit to come up in one huge rush. I flushed the toilet. He asked me not to rinse out my mouth. He walked me back into the bedroom, layed me down, and kissed me. He wispered how much he loved my puke breath as he thrust his finger in and out of my vagina. I quickly felt a much-needed orgasm, and we layed there, trying to comprehend what had just happened. We decided, "If it feels good, go for it." Now that we are married, we vomit for each other often, every time thankful that we have someone with which to share this wonderful experience.