People Who've Gone To The Emergency Room Due To An Intimate Accident, What's Your Story?

People Who've Gone To The Emergency Room Due To An Intimate Accident, What's Your Story?

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
People who have gone to the emergency room due to
an intimate accident. What was your injury and story? Story one.
Doug was my fourth year college room mate along with
a couple of other people. He was a strange fellow.
I became accustomed to broken beer bottles in the floor,
bizarre corno in the VCR, body fluids in places you

(00:20):
wouldn't expect it, and frequent visits by the cops and
to the emergency room. One night, Doug is being visited
by his girlfriend from out of town. They spend most
of their time tucked away in Doug's bedroom doing god
knows what. Doug sneaks out and doesn't return for several hours.
When he comes back, he has an emergency room bracelet on.

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After some grilling, he gives up the story. He and
his girlfriend are looking for something that might work as
a makeshift dong ring. Nothing around except a large padlock,
so she snaps the padlock around his rooster and beansack.
When it becomes clear that it isn't going to work
like they thought it would, they go looking for the key,
nowhere to be found. Most of us would have thought

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about the location of the key before putting it around ourselves,
so Doug heads off to the emergency room to get
it removed, afraid of losing his giblets to restriction of
blood flow. The procedure takes several hours because the doctor
has to parade in every other doctor, nurse in turn,
and possibly janitor to check out the moron with the
padlocks stuck around his nuts. Also, they have to take

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frequent breaks during the sawing off due to the heat
that keeps accumulating from the friction and burning his privates.
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was doing the deed, No thrills, nothing fancy. Afterwards, we're
sitting on the couch and I feel crampy, so I

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go into the bathroom and I sit. That's when I
have the most painful cramp of all time. My boyfriend
comes in to see me full blown hysterical tears. Calls
my mom, who's an EER nurse who's motto as a
child was no bones sticking out or gushing blood means
you're fine. She drives down immediately and takes me to
the er. That's when I panic because if this cold

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hearted er nurse thinks I need to go pronto, it's serious.
When we get there, it's slow enough that I pretty
much immediately see a doctor who just happens to be
my mom's favorite coworker. Awesome. I then try to explain
why it hurts and how it happened. When my mom
blurts out she was banging. The doctor didn't flinch much,
but I sure did. I couldn't stand being in that situation. Thankfully,

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the embarrassment didn't last long because they gave me amazing painkillers.
Long story short, I was getting intimate with my boyfriend,
had an ovarian cyst burst horrifyingly painful, went to be er.
Doctor and my mom were buddies. Good times. Story three.
Not so much in injuries, but the treatment and aftermath

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did hurt a lot. Darn rubber came off inside me,
and we didn't notice until after we were done. Both
of us tried to look or feel for it and
couldn't find any trace. I ended up in the er
and the doctor tried removing it with tongs, but it
was apparently wedged right up in my cervix and the
tongs couldn't reach. So this doctor with hands like mister
Burns had to and get in there with his hands

(03:16):
to yank it out. It hurts so much and I
was completely mortified as my partner was sat next to
me watching and was horrified. I now have a phobia
of that happening again, and it makes intimate time with
rubber really awkward for me. Story four. This isn't my story,
but my friends. She had just broken up with her

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longtime boyfriend and moved out, et cetera. Well, she gets
a phone call from him and all he told her
was I'm at the hospital. Can you come pick me up?
So she goes to pick him up after he practically
begs her to, and he gets in the car holding
a box. Naturally, she asks what it is and he
really doesn't want to tell her. Long story short, he

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got a vibrating toy stuck where you don't want to
be stuck. He went to the hospital. They did tests
and told him they could get it out, and they did.
But my favorite part, they made him wait till the
batteries died. They literally told him that they couldn't remove
it until the batteries died, so they sent him back
out to wait in the waiting room until that happened.

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Then they removed boxed and sent him on his way.
Story five. I had to drive a friend to the
er after he broke his dong during a house party.
I was already the scheduled designated driver for my friends,
and apparently one of them snuck off with this girl.
They were doing the good old reverse cowgirl like any
other young bucks would, and she ended up zigging where

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she should have zagged and kind of did a ninety
degree body torque. To his explanation, its sorts of just
popped and he threw her off him and screamed his lungout.
He tossed on some shorts, commando style and told me
to drive him to the hospital, like, now, drop what
I'm doing, get in the car. You're the only one sober.
Let's go, let's go. Oh, And the girl came along.

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Her name was Amanda, and she was pretty chill. So
it was me driving two barely clothed twenty year olds
in my car to the local hospital twenty minutes away,
with my dude holding his dong in the back seat,
and Amanda just consoling him, rubbing his back, making sure
he's okay, telling him it's going to be all right,
you're going to be fine, like he hadn't just fractured

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his little guy. So we make it to the er
and he just hobbles in and says, he broke his joystick,
please fix it, And they took him in and I
was just alone with this girl I had met that night,
just waiting for the prognosis. And around an hour later,
they tell us that he's having emergency surgery because he
suffered a severe fracture and tore his internal muscles as well,

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and basically told us to go home call someone to
pick him up. That night. Dude was under the knife
and discharged the next day, Joystick intact and pride only somewhat. Oh,
and I also had to call his parents to let
them know that they're son was having emergency surgery for
his ding Dong of destiny and to pick him up
in the morning. There could not be a fun call

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at twelve at night, depending on the perspective. They ended
up dating for a while after that too. Story six.
This did not happen to me, thank god, but a
friend who works as a nurse at a hospital saw
them and heard the whole story. I cannot verify whether
it is true. Or not, but God do I pray
it is? A local young couple decided that they wanted

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to get intimate, but they were afraid of getting pregnant,
so they decided to use the back door. The boy
decided ahead of time to take multiple pills in order
to impress her. On their first go at it, she
invites him over to her house and they start doing
the deed while her parents are also at home. Unbeknownst
to the girl, the boy's dong has a pretty powerful
left hook, not a casual amount either, like a holy

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smoke's is that normal amount? He didn't realize it was
a problem because he hadn't done it before, so he's
doing the dirty work from behind when he realizes that
he's hooked her back door Like a fish. He's latched
her with and can't escape. The pills he took ensured
that he would be strong for the next few hours.
She's in pain and she can't escape, so she calls

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her parents for help. Her father enters to see the
catastrophe that's taking place in his daughter's room and ultimately
ends up taking them to a hospital. Imagine them shuffling
their way to the car in the Scooby Doo style position.
With her parents' help, they arrive at the hospital and
are carted to a room by my nurse friend. They
are seen by a couple nurses and then a doctor

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who can't do anything to help other than wait for
the effects of the pill to wear off. In the meantime,
words spread throughout the hospital of what happened. I'd imagine
the poor kid had to change schools after it happened.
Story seven. I had really terrible cramps a few times
after being intimate enough that I had to take pain
pills just to sleep. The pain was gone in the

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next morning both times, and weirdly, it didn't happen every
time we got intimate. I went to the guano and
even had an ultrasound done, but no one could see anything.
Fast forward a few months later. One night, my boyfriend
and I got kind of drunk while watching Baywatch and
decided to keep a good night going with some tipsy
intimate time. The cramping started midway through and didn't let up.

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Within minutes. I was crouched bare on the toilet, no
idea why I thought it would help, and couldn't move.
My boyfriend called an uber in lieu of an ambulance.
I managed to get myself dressed, despite puking every few
seconds into a plastic mixing bowl. The poor driver didn't
want to take me since he probably thought I was drunk,
and sat there arguing with my boyfriend that I needed

(08:41):
an ambulance. I blurted out, get me to a hospital now,
and he slammed on the gas. That argumentative angel got
me there in less than five minutes. It turns out
and overiansyst had burst and torn my uterine wall, so
I was bleeding internally. I had to have laparoscopic surgery
to remove and cauterize the cyst. Those little devils are

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no joke. My only regret is never learning what size
fruit or ball I could compare it to. I'm also
eternally grateful to my boyfriend to being too tired for
tent intimate time the week before, or I would have
been bleeding internally. At the far end of the Grand
Canyon story eight few years ago with an ex boyfriend
of mine, we were fooling around and he tried to

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pin my arms over my head on the bed and
ended up banging my wrist really hard on the headboard.
It immediately started to bruise, and I was scared it
was broken. We ended up in the er and I
was asked all kinds of questions like did I feel
comfortable going home with him? Did he hurt me? Did
he hurt my wrist? I wasn't expecting that at all.
They separated us at one point to ask me more

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questions about how I got hurt, which was super embarrassing
to try and explain. I'm pretty sure he was scared
to be too rough with me after that, and I
don't blame him. Nothing was broken, just our egos. Story nine.
I've told this story a few times. An intimate injury
literally ended up saving my life. My best friend at
the time and I had a few drinks and tensions

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had been there between us for a long time. She
invited me back to her room and tackled me onto
her bed, where I hit my head hard off the bedpost.
The next morning, concussion symptoms started hitting me very heavily,
so I went to the er. On my CT scan,
they told me everything looks normal, except for your old
brain trauma. I have never had brain trauma. About a

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month later, it is diagnosed as a brain tumor. That
I was not showing symptoms for yet had surgery a
few weeks later to have it removed, and at that
point found out it was noncancerous. So basically, she eft
my brains out. Story ten. So I get a text
from a guy I work with at one a m
that says, hey, I won't be able to make it

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in tomorrow. Naturally, I ask why. He replies, I sit
in the hospital. It's really embarrassing. I press for more details.
What happened? Are you okay? Turns out he was having
some passionate intimate time with his girl friend. Things got
a little too enthusiastic, and when he tried to re
enter the cave, he missed and hit the space between

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her thigh and her couter. The impact bent his dong
in half. At first I didn't believe him, but after
doing a bit of research, I found out it's a
real thing. He ended up needing emergency surgery and was
out of work for two weeks. So, yeah, long story short,
my coworker broke his dong. Story eleven. I was recently

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lying in bed with my dog kind of spooning her
while my husband was standing next to the bed. He
called her name, and she whipped her head around, smacking
me right on the bone next to my eye with
her concrete skull. I immediately started screaming. It felt so
hot that I was convinced it was bleeding. My husband
looked at it and saw a bruise already starting to form.

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I couldn't stop crying and yelling, so he insisted on
taking me to the er. He was worried I might
have cracked my orbital bone, something he'd seen happen to
a basketball player recently. In the end, I was fine.
The pain eased up during the three hour wait at
the er. When the nurse checked me in, she asked
the standard abuse screening questions, which I later realized she

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was asking every patient. Still, when I had to explain
how I got hurt, I was nervous people might think
I was making up a ridiculous cover story. Thankfully, no
one seemed judgmental, and the surgeon who eventually saw me
even joked about it with me and my husband. Story twelve.
This didn't happen to me, but to my wife. She
was working the front desk on a medsurge floor, and

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one night when I came by to bring her dinner,
I saw everyone crowded around the desk, laughing and passing
around a cell phone. I'll preface this by saying, yes,
they all knew it was a huge hip of violation,
but the situation was so wild they just couldn't keep
quiet about it. Apparently a guy had driven a few
hundred miles from a neighboring state, clearly trying to put

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some distance between his home and whatever he'd done. After
a bit of prodding, one of the nurses got him
to admit that he had gotten real messed up on
white powder and that something really messed up happened. He
was complaining of severe lower abdominal pain and refused to
sit down. Turns out, in his drugged up state, the
guy thought it would be a brilliant idea to shove

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a litter sized mason jar up his back door, and surprise, surprise,
it got stuck. One of the nurses somehow managed to
snap a picture of the X ray and passed it around.
Sure enough, there it was clear as day on the screen.
The guy had to go in for emergency surgery and
ended up meeting a colostomy bag for an undetermined amount

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of time. I can't imagine how he explained that to
whoever he was trying to hide it from, if he
explained it at all. Story thirteen. I was nineteen. My
girlfriend and I were getting experimental in the dark and
decided to try a sixty nine for the first time.
She was on top. Everything was going great until she came.
Then things were very much not great. She involuntarily bit

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down right in the middle of my member. It only
lasted a moment, but the damage was done. In the dark,
she thought I had finished, so she kept going. As
she climaxed, her body relaxed, especially her legs, which pinned
me down. I couldn't move. She mistook my squirming for enjoyment.
After about five seconds of trying to buckeroo her off me,

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I managed to throw her to the side. The only
way I can describe the pain is like a paper
cut on your little guy. Another way to describe it,
your dong has a major artery. That means blood pumps
away from the heart. That also means it squirts a lot.
We switched on the light and it was everywhere. The

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scene was horrifying. My little guy, still semi woken, was
spurting blood like a horror movie found her face looked
like Hannibal Lecter's attractive daughter. The sheets were soaked. Blood
was splattered in little arcs across the room. I estimate
I lost about a pint in the thirty seconds between
the bite and when I passed out. Did I mention
we were at her parents' sith house. I woke up

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in the ambulance. They assured me I'd be okay. I
was strapped up with a tourniquet and a paramedic was
pressing down on my now unconscious and very injured dong.
It didn't hurt any more, but it throbbed with a
terrifying rhythm. At the hospital, I received a transfusion. They
used some kind of liquid nitrogen cauterization thing to stop
the bleeding. Then they wrapped me up with what I

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can only describe as a medical grade. Willie Warmer, her
parents and I made an unspoken pack that night. We
will never speak of this again. Now I have PTSD.
Every single blowy takes me back to that moment, that
pain story fourteen. Not me, but this literally happened to
my roommate hours ago. She called me and told me

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I needed to drive her to the hospital. Because of
an emergency which happened during getting intimate with this guy
she's seeing. Apparently they were trying out a rough role play.
She's pretty shy and seemingly conservative and sounded really worried
about it, and he's pretty weird and according to her,
overly attached and emotional. I thought maybe it was a

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consensual one by the tone of her voice and two
recent mentions that she had to end things with him.
She also said he was still around her. I silently
concluded that he got carried away and went too far
with her out of emotions, but no. Turns out, they
got super high and tried to make things hot and heavy.

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He tried to grab her neck and basically karate chopped
her like a total goober, and she, being high, thought
her esophagus was bleeding because she couldn't swallow. I assured
her she didn't need to go to the hospital, but
I ended up taking her anyway. She had to tell
the hospital in Caa she got high and try to
get intimate and her neck got judo choked. They took

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an X ray of her neck and literally no damage whatsoever.
When I picked her back up, she was super embarrassed.
And begged me not to tell anyone, So now I
decided to tell reddit story. Fifteen. We ended up in
a full blown pillow fight, unclothed after drinking wine on
our first date. At one point, she tackled me from
standing upright and landed with her full weight and mine

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on my shoulder, instantly dislocating it. I was jumping around
like a maniac, screaming something to the extent of my
arm shouldn't be pointing that way, while having a full
raging stiffy. She found this absolutely hilarious. I then proceeded
to try and relocate my arm menus rambo style, where
I just tried whacking it into her dresser. Pro tip,

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don't do that. Then we went to the emergency room,
where I got a mix of morphine and something else
which made me instantly sloppy but pleasantly high, while a
nurse and a doctor proceeded to pull my arm back
into place. We then went home, proceeded to continue our
unfinished romances and realize then that it was six in
the morning and I had to be back on site.

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She then drove me seventy five kilometers in my company
car to my hotel as I was high on morphine
and in no state to drive, and proceeded to sleep
there while I was working. I most definitely took her
out for dinner. Story sixteen. I'm an er nurse. Late
one night. A guy comes back from triage shirtless with

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a bright red pool of blood soaking through his khaki
shorts right over his midsection. The nurse escorting him is
walking fast and looks visibly flustered, and the patient is
absolutely beside himself. I'm thinking amputation, traumatic accident, something serious.
The guy's so loud and upset that he also grabs

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the attention of one of our er doctors. The doctor
and I both follow him into his assigned room. We
get him on the bed fast. I start helping him
undress while the doctor works on calming him down and
trying to figure out what happened so we can treat
him properly. After a few moments, the patient finally collects
himself enough to explain. He says that he and a

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woman were starting to fool around dry banging, as he
put it, while both were unclothed. She was on top,
and according to him, she was really getting into it.
Then all of a sudden I hear a ripping sound.
I look down and my dong is bleeding. I panicked,
threw my pants on, and came straight here. What had

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happened was that during their particularly aggressive dry banging session,
the frenulum on the underside of his foreskin tore, essentially
giving him a partial circumcision. He then calmly requested a
full circumcision, saying, because I never want this to happen again.
Story seventeen. I had a hysterectomy in February this year

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and was told no intimate contact for six weeks. I
kicked my then boyfriend out of my apartment in March.
In April, right after my six week follow up where
I got cleared for physical intimacy again, I got lonely
but did not want a relationship, so I hit up
an old pal of mine for a one night casual
intimacy because I was in the mood for a terrible decision.

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Things were going well until he noticed I was bleeding,
and then it started to hurt freaking bad. I went
home and laid on my heating pad trying to rest,
and called the doctor's office as soon as they opened
the next morning. They scheduled me in appointment for a
few hours later. So I assumed no big deal and
tried to push through the pain while getting dressed. Now,

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I just had a sweaty, nasty one night stand less
than eight hours prior, plus I'd started leaking this weird
clear fluid during the night. Genuinely thought I'd pissed the
bed until I stood up and felt it keep gushing.
So naturally, being the prim and proper woman I am,
decided to shower first. Nope, in too much pain to
stand for a shower. Screw it, I thought I'll just

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take a bath. Despite being clear, I was in so
much pain I couldn't get out of the bathtub. Had
to call a friend of mine with a spare key
to come get me out and dressed and drive me
to the doctor. So I get to the doctor finally,
and he's like, yup, we're gonna go ahead and wheel
you down to the operating room. Now turns out that
weird clear fluid I kept leaking was abdominal fluid. My

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one night stand hung like a goddamn bull. Had penetrated
through the hysterectomy's stitches, tearing my insides and leaving a
gaping wound from my huha into my abdomen, and by
bathing instead of showering, I essentially filled my abdomen with bathwater.
By the time I got to the OAR, I had
a one hundred and three fever and I think it
gets kind of blurry here. They said I was turning septic.

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I had about five minutes to call my mom to
let her know I was about to have surgery and
demanded from the entire staff that my mother could not
know it was caused by bad romantic decisions. I woke
up a few hours later feeling great morphine is amazing
and wanted to go home. However, I got myself a
nice little hospital stay for five days while they kept
me on ivy antibiotics because my dumb self had to

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take a bath before going to the doctor and letting
him see the filthy girl I really am. Mom thinks
that I just tore a few stitches from going too
hard at the gym after the hysterectomy, and I intend
to keep it that way. Last week I had my
final follow up appointment from my v area cuff surgery
and am now cleared to have intimate time again. But

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I'm not sure if I'm ever going to because that
was scary as hell. Story eighteen So I had been
seeing my girlfriend for about a month or so. The
intimate session was great and I was already falling really
hard for her. I'm definitely into fist love, and she
has hands that just do it for me. Anyways, as
those who are familiar with fist and hand love will know,

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a sense of intimacy and trust is really key, and
this night I felt very safe and cared for and
loved and was ready to take the plunge. My girlfriend,
unfortunately had no previous experience this, but I tried to
explain and talk and guide her through it. She has
sizeable hands and that was a real turn on for me.
I couldn't wait. So cut to us in position. Everything

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is going well, and I feel just how big her
hands actually are as she slips in down to her
wrist too late. At this point, I inform her that
she's too big for me and to stop and slowly
pull out. Being entirely new to this, though, my girlfriend
unthinkingly maintained her clenched fist and panic yanked with full force.

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The shock was instantaneous, and then the blood flowed I
kept my calm though, got dressed, jammed a towel in
my pants, and my now freaked out girlfriend drove me
to the hospital. So into the er we go. My
girlfriend was silently freaking out. I'm bleeding too from my
peach pie, and I'm taken away to a room that

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my girlfriend isn't allowed into. Er doc tried to stop
the bleeding. No amount of packing and pressure and meds
seemed to be helped. Bulls and bowls of blood and
gauze left that room, all with my poor sweet innocent
girlfriend sitting and watching the activity, convinced that she has
probably broken me for good. So after what seemed like ages,

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I was booked for theater to get fixed up. And
that's bad news. See I was still on my parents'
medical aid and they were going to find out shortly
that I was in hospital and would want to know
what happened. My girlfriend is finally allowed in to see me,
and she feels anxious and worried. I tell her that
I have to be operated on, but it gets worse.
I've never been under before and may have a bad

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reaction due to family history. I give her the phone
numbers of my parents in case things go south, she
hadn't even spoken a word to them before. I've never
seen a person more terrified before. Fortunately, though surgery went well.
I told my wonderful parents the next day what had happened,
and because the hospital had a former colleague running the ward,

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I was given extra special care and they even let
my now de deeply scarred girlfriend nap in my hospital
bed with me outside of visiting hours. My girlfriend and
I are even more madly in love for the experience,
and everybody thinks that our trauma is hilarious. Turns out
my girlfriend had cut right through and along a blood
vessel with a nail, thus leading to the Tarantino like scene.

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All in all, three tenths would not recommend. Story nineteen
was at a club and for the first time ever,
a girl and stranger wanted to dance with me. She
was very aggressive on the floor, and being as drunk
as I was, I let her lead. She was bumping
and grinding so hard for what seemed like a good hour,

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on and off, not continuously. I go home and sleep
none for the worst. The next morning, I wake up,
go to the bathroom and see blood on the base
of my dong. Since I am no good with blood
at all, and considering where the blood was coming from,
I just freaked out. The best worst part of it
all was that no one in my family was home,
and it was the one time I had the house

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to myself, so I had to ask a neighbor who
saw me look pale as a ghost in my car
to drive me to the er. Long story short, nothing
was physically wrong with my dong, like it was broken
or anything. It's just that the dancing this girl did
was so rough and aggressive it just chafed the bass
incredibly hard. So the nurses gave me some ointment to

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fix the mess and I was driven home. I don't
think I was ever more embarrassed in my life, and
vowed to never go clubbing again until about two years later,
where my friend and I went to the same club
and she wound up doing the exact same thing to me.
So the lesson is that I can never dance at
a club. Story twenty one morning, I had an intimate

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time with my partner while I was twenty four weeks pregnant. Afterwards,
I started experiencing very painful cramps every few minutes. Concerned,
I called my dad, who works it at a hospital
and he told me to get my ass to the er.
He said he'd start the paperwork on his end so
I could be seen asap. Sure enough, I had gone

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into early labor. They gave me medication to stop it
and put me on bed rest. A few days later,
I had an obyn appointment. At the end of it,
I had to remind my doctor that the er staff
had requested I get an ultrasound. So I went in
for the ultrasound and the tech turns to me and says, uh,

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you're seeing a doctor right after this. Correct I told
her no, I'd already had my appointment. She replies, Okay,
stay here a minute and walks out of the room.
When she returns, she tells me to go straight to
the ob ward at the connected hospital. The doctors are
already waiting for you. I was in early labor again
and already dilated. Our town's fairly small and we don't

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have a NIQU. If I gave birth there, things could
go south fast. So I had to be airlifted across
the state to a hospital that did have a NIQU.
Not a fan of flying, try doing it with a
CA catheter in during turbulence while your unborn child keeps
kicking at the catheter, and the meds they gave you
turn your hands weird shades of yellow and blue. The

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doctors at the new hospital were able to stop labor again,
but I had to stay for a full week before
I was cleared to go home. I was then put
on strict bed rest for the next two months. When
I first arrived at the hospital, they told me all
sorts of encouraging things like, if you give birth now,
your baby has a thirty three percent chance of brain damage,

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but if we can keep her in for just one
more week, it'll drop to twenty five percent. Fun times
story twenty one. My wife and I had just found
out we were pregnant. She was about five six weeks along.
We were terrified but also incredibly excited. At the same time,
we were dealing with a bunch of family issues and
homeowner stress. Overall, it was a pretty intense period in

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our lives. So one Saturday afternoon, we decided to knock
out all our chores before noon, turn off our phones,
and just have a chill day to decompress. Right as
we finished up, she jokingly said, do you want to
try for twins with a wry smile and a wink.
So we went upstairs and had some amazing intimate time.

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Nothing wild or unusual, but it was one of those
times where all the stress just melted away. It was
definitely up there in our top ten. Afterwards, I went
out back to relax in the hammock and have a beer.
She said she was going to take a quick shower
and then join me, minus the beer, of course. About
ten minutes later, she came down, hair still wet and
a terrified look on her face, and said, I think

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we need to go to the hospital. She was bleeding
from the huha. We went straight to the er. The
staff were great and did their best to fast track us,
but even so there were long stretches of sitting waiting,
holding each other and not knowing. I couldn't stop thinking
about how I'd live with myself, how I'd ever be
able to get intimate again if I had just accidentally

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aborted my child with my own dong. Thankfully, the doctors
came back with good news. Everything looked great. We got
to see our baby's little heart beating for the first
time on the ultrasound. They told us the bleeding was
likely just residual tissue that would have normally come out
with her period. The banging just got it all moving
at once. Today we have a very healthy, happy one

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year old boy. Story twenty two. A few months ago,
a long distance friend with whom I enjoy a very
fantasy fulfilling relationship agreed to take things to the next
level with me and actually enter an official domsov relationship.
As part of this, I'd now fly out to see
him a few times a year to spend a week together,
engaging in play and just hanging out as friends. He

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lives about halfway across the country from me, but we
both thought it more than worthwhile. So I'm on one
such trip. When we were engaging in some switchy play
where he was topping for me in a more embarrassing
wishes of mine wearing a diaper. I'd basically spent the
whole day in one gone to dinner, did some play,
had a lovely time of it. Eventually, though, it got

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late and he had work on the morning, so he
went off to bed while I went to spend some
time on the computer. Suddenly my bowels started feeling very unhappy.
It felt like I had to take a dump, but
it was going to be one of those times that
was not going to be fun, where you can feel
your intestines cringing as things moved through them. I decided
to take the diaper off at this point because it

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was definitely no longer fun once I was feeling this pain,
but then it got worse and worse and worse. I
tried sitting on the toilet, hoping against all hope that
something would happen, but nothing to it. After a while
of this, with the pain continually worsening as time passed,
I ended up lying on the floor, completely unable to

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move from the pain. I started yelling for my friend
to wake up as I was scared. It took a
bit and I think I woke some neighbors as he's
a very heavy sleeper, but the panic in his eyes
when he saw me sprawled out on the floor screaming
in pain. Yeah. We eventually decide to call an ambulance
because I'm in too much pain to handle the three

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flights of stairs to the ground floor. This was no
easy decision. It's scary enough to go to the er
when you're out of state, but on top of that,
I'm a pre op transgender woman. This was a rural
enough area that I would likely be a lot of
people's first transgender patient, and by this point I had
realized the pain wasn't just in my abdomen, it was

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in my testicles. Oh and when the paramedics arrived, it
was to a room littered with intimate toys and a
guy who clearly is not the husband. Yeah, that looked great. Eventually,
they load me up into the ambulance with every bump
of the stairs and rowed eliciting cries of pain from me,
and get me to the hospital. I'd had this pain
before from diaper play, though never to this extent, which

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I did my best to relate to the doctor while
omitting the fantasy aspect. I simply said that I'd been
wearing tight undergarments. The doctor said she'd have to do
a physical examination, which would include gently manipulating them and squeezing.
At the first touch of my privates, I started screaming
my lungs out. It was like someone had taken a
vice grips to my sack after they'd just gone a

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few rounds with Mike Tyson. As if that wasn't enough,
they also needed an ultrasound of them. It was a
solid fifteen m of sitting on a bed of nails
as the technician did her absolute best to be as
gentle as possible, but there were still moments of screaming agony.
Several hours later they had their incorrect diagnosis, swelling of

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the epididymis caused by an std actually caused by diaper.
They gave me some antibiotic and eight hundred milligrams of
ibuprofen and sent me on my way. I couldn't walk.
Being wheeled anywhere was pure torture. My friend had ridden
in the ambulance, so we had to take a cab home,
which took ninety minutes to arrive. Every pothole was like

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shooting knives through my sack. Three flights of stairs to
get back to the apartment. I spent the night only
getting sleep in fifteen minute shifts because laying in one
position too long relieved the sack pain but exacerbated the
abdominal pain. The rest of the week we had planned
had to be restructured to be easier on me, but

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we still had an amazing time together. Lesson of the story,
do not ever ride in the ambulance to accompany a
friend and be careful how tightly you wear a diaper
on your nutsack Story twenty three. I work as an
operating theater nurse, and over the years I've helped remove
a wide variety of objects, mostly from the back doors
of male patients. Among the highlights fake dongs, jars of

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vasileine beads, and deodorant cans. And that's just the start.
We've also retrieved twigs and bracelets from mail urethrus. One
particularly memorable case involved a man who came in with
a fake dong lodged far up his rectum courtesy of
his wife, who apparently got a little too enthusiastic. The
first thing the surgeon asked was whether he had engaged

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in anal activity before. He said yes, which in this
context was actually a good thing. It meant his sphincter
muscles were likely more relaxed, making removal easier. If he hadn't,
the muscle tension would have significantly increased the chance that
we'd need to perform a laparotomy to get it out,
So we prepped him general anesthesia, muscle relaxance, legs up

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in stirrups, a position eerily similar to childbirth. The moment
everything was in place, it launched out. It shot across
the room, hit the floor, and turned itself on. What
followed was the most awkward, slow motion five seconds I've
experienced in my entire career. A bright, pink, vibrating dildo
skittering across the sterile theater floor, leaving behind a brownish

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trail as it went. Unfortunately, I was the one who
had to catch it and turn it off. The team
then spent the next five minutes debating whether we should
dispose of it or return it to the patient, since
technically it was his personal property. In the end, we
sealed it in a human waste bag and asked him
postop if he wanted it back. He did not. Story

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twenty four was going to Poundtown on a girlfriend many
years ago. Position I had my feet on the floor.
She was lying on her back on the bed. We
did it like this because she liked a sprayer and
this was a way to mitigate having a super soggy mattress,
especially because this was my side of the bed. Anyhow,
after a few minutes of going to Poundtown, she starts

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squirming because she's about to open her floodgates. Nothing new
for us, and it's happened many times, so I know
to slow down just a bit because she can start
bucking and squirming hard at times. This time, I've had
a few beers and I'm really getting into it, and
we hear an audible pop. I scream and white knuckle
grab the sheet because the pain is unbearable. I go

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blind to the pain and everything is going white. She's
screaming too. I collapse next to her in the bed
to catch my breath and wait for the pain to subside.
It never really does, and I wait for my stiffy
to go down. Ten minutes later, I go to the
bathroom to pee, and I feel a little burning sensation
in my pipes during the emptying of my bladder. I

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go to lay back down. I get up twenty minutes
later because I have the sensation to pee again. I
pee for four seconds and then notice a few drops
of blood dripping out at the end. I grab some
ice and place it on my dong. I also pop
one thousand, six hundred milligrams of motrin, just in panic
mode and reacting the way I would normally do for
a sports injury. I wake up in the course of

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the night eight times to pee and always have a
few drops of blood at the end of my five
second pea sessions. The next morning, I drive to the hospital.
At the hospital, I go to the er and have
to fill out the reason for visit Before they get
my vitals. I put down broken down question mark because
I don't know what to call it. I place my
sheet in the box, and before I can even seat

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myself in the half filled waiting room, my name gets called.
Nurse taking my vitals is ask is about my visit
until after he gets all of my vitals. I tell
him what happened, and then he lets me head back
to the waiting area. Just as I sit down, my
name is called again and they get a wheelchair for me.
I'm told to change into a gown and a urologist

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will be with me. Shortly. Urologist asks what happened. I
tell him. He tells me to wait patiently as he's
going to get some items ready. I have to have
a catheter pushed inside of me through my urethra. This
will allow them to see if there are any breaks
in my urethra. About six other people come in to
look at my broke down because how often does this happen?

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Back on the wheelchair. They roll me back to the
radiology area and fast track me to the fluoroscope. It's
like an X ray, but a live image. DOC makes
me hop up on the cold stainless table. Little guy
shrivels up because it is cold in the room and
the table is freezing. He has to kind of pull
it and stick this catheter up there, and it freaking hurts.

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White blindness pain again. He hooks up an ivy bag
to the catheter and tells me there is a die
in there that will show up on the fluoroscope and
I have to manually pump it in as he hides
behind the lidded glass. Imagine cold water filling up your
bladder in reverse. It feels strange. After slowly pumping water
for a few seconds, catheter pops loose and I end

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up spraying saline all over the floor from my bladder.
I can't stop it at all. Doc comes back in
to place the catheter in there one more time because
he didn't get a good enough look. I was worried
that I was going to pass out, but it surprisingly
didn't hurt that much. The second time. Doctor concludes there
may have been a slight sheer in the errethra, but
shouldn't warrant emergency surgery. Gives me some antibiotics and prescribes

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no banging for two weeks. I go to Poundtown four
hours after I got back from the visit. Thank you
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