The year was 2020 and the lovely month of June was simultaneously bringing forth sun, warmth, and deconfinement.
After having spent nearly three months in quarantine, locked up in my apartment with no girlfriend, you could say that I, like many others, was pretty eager for some physical contact.
Prior to quarantine, I had had a stable kink partner with whom I’d see bi-weekly. Simply because of the hectic nature of adulthood, our playdates became less and less frequent.
The timing of this so-called “breakup” just so happened to be right before the whole lockdown and quarantine life became a reality. This meant that I would have no choice but to remain celibate for the entirety of quarantine.
I was okay with this fact. However, I can’t deny that I was envious of those living with their partners and I was eagerly looking forward to my first post-confinement lay.
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. I felt like a cat in heat and kept picturing my first deconfinement encounter as being an intense and explosive one! And boy, was I right…
Back on the prowl
Social gatherings and meetups were easing their way into the summer dynamic and the anticipation of meeting someone was killing me. I wiped the figurative dust off the old Tinder app and got into some serious swiping.
Then, it happened. I got my first message.
Funnily enough, it wasn’t from Tinder. A girl whom I had hooked up with once a few months back, sent me an invitation to her place. She sent a few NSFW pics that left no room for interpretation. Her message was pretty clear, and she was seemingly as eager as I was to get her post-quarantine freak on.
I agreed and we immediately set up a date.
It was a Wednesday evening in mid-June, and one of my only days off that week. Most retail stores were back up and running and I had started working a week prior to this encounter.
I eagerly got ready, showered, and headed over to her place (let’s call her Jane). Once I arrived, Jane greeted me warmly and offered me a glass of some fancy wine. We briefly made small talk while she finished up preparing supper.
A few glasses in and a few flirtatious comments later, and we were already groping and playfully teasing each other.
Red Flag #1
Then, out of nowhere, Jane casually asks how I would feel if she were to invite a friend over. Let’s call this friend Tim.
Initially, I was a bit confused. She knew that I was a lesbian and our intentions for the night were clearly sexual. She told me that Tim was a really nice and respectful guy and the pair had fooled around in the past.
That’s when I understood. She was proposing a spontaneous threesome!
Being a lesbian, I was obviously a little hesitant. I mean, I told her he could join us for drinks and, depending on the vibes, maybe watch. She insisted that no one had to do anything they weren’t comfortable with and he didn’t have to participate at all if I wasn’t into it.
Being a little tipsy and the impulsive type, I told her “why the hell not” and figured I’d just go with the flow.
Not having been with a guy in years, I can’t say that I wasn’t a little curious.
About an hour later, Tim arrived. He was tall, blond, and handsome. After getting to know each other over supper, I had made the decision that I wanted this to happen.
As I previously mentioned, I hadn’t been with a guy in forever. I figured that this would be the perfect opportunity to experiment with a guy whom I would likely never have to see again. No strings attached.
Red Flag #2
As the night progressed, and the clothes came off, I mentioned to the pair that I was just finishing up my period and would feel more comfortable if I jumped in the shower first.
Jane suggested that we all go in the shower together. Crammed in her tiny shower, we all playfully washed up. I plugged myself right back up and we moved to the bedroom.
Jane started playing with me while Tim simultaneously played with her.
Jane then clasped the string of my tampon between her teeth and pulled it out in one swift motion. “We won’t be needing this,” she said, throwing the tampon on the floor.
Though I was a little taken aback, no one had an issue with the minimal amount of blood and things progressed as planned.
Red Flag #3
Jane continued to play with me using her fingers. She started slowly with only her index finger, then added her middle finger. She asked me if I wanted more and I confirmed that I did.
Things were going smoothly and then… it happened. Suddenly, without asking, in a burst of passion, Jane inserted all five fingers inside me without warning!
Did this chick just unconsensually fist me?
“Ow!” I screamed, “maybe stick with two or three,” I said, while my mental boner immediately became flaccid from the pain. I let it slide but decided that that was enough finger play. I was ready for the piece de résistance. The penis.
I instructed him to throw on protection and to use lots of lube since I wasn’t generally used to dicks. He did as he was told, slid it in, and started plowing away. He was at it for a good minute or two before I had had enough.
It was just as I had remembered it. Not at all pleasurable. Yet something felt off.
Maybe it was too big. It had been years since I last did this with a guy.
When he pulled out, to everyone’s surprise, his dick and entire pubic area was entirely covered in blood! “What the…?” He assured me not to worry and that it was completely fine.
Red Flag #4
I decided that I had gotten my dose of dick for the evening (and probably for the next ten years).
I then re-aimed my focus on Jane’s lovely body. After about a minute or so, I started to feel something abnormally wet between my legs. I looked down and, to the detriment of Jane’s duvet comforter, I had completed drenched her sheets in blood!
“Seriously, what the fuck?!” I said in shock.
My period was practically over and I didn’t even bleed this much on a heavy day. Something wasn’t right here. Jane assured me that it’s only a cover and it could be washed and not to apologize. She offered me an extra absorbent tampon and I immediately shoved it inside.
Let’s try this again, I thought as I tried to get back in the mood.
But this time, I started to feel the blood seep its way through the extra-absorbent tampon and leak down my leg yet again. I stood up and rushed to the toilet. I stood over the bowl with my legs separated and ripped the tampon out. What happened next legitimately could have been a scene from a horror film…
Along with the tampon, a gushing fountain of blood violently spewed forth from my vagina.
There was blood everywhere. I had turned her bathroom into a Jackson Pollock painting.
Everyone’s jaw dropped, including my own. The pair kept assuring me not to worry about the mess, but that was the least of my concerns.
“I think I need to go to the hospital,” I told them. They agreed that that was indeed a good idea. I bolted out of her apartment and walked to my place which was only a few blocks away. I called an ambulance and around 20 minutes later, they arrived.
Now I’m the red flag
It was about 1:30 AM when the ambulance pulled up in front of my apartment. I could see my nosey downstairs neighbor peeking her head out from behind her curtains.
The EMTs escorted me into the truck, placed me onto the stretcher, and asked me to remove my blood-soaked leggings and underwear. Once I did this, I could tell that the two male EMTs were trying to hold back the shock in their eyes as they gazed upon the horror show between my legs.
They placed some industrial-sized pads between my legs in order to stop the bleeding but to no avail. I just kept bleeding through everything.
Finally, we arrived at the hospital. There was little to no waiting in the waiting room for me since I was losing so much blood. The EMTs asked me if I could walk from the stretcher to the hospital examination table or if I needed their help. I told them that I think I’d be alright doing it alone and slowly waddled my way from the waiting room to the exam room. All the while leaving a trail of blood glistening on the floor behind me.
I noticed that the hospital janitor was conspicuously tailgating me while lapping up the blood with his mop.
No blood & no doctor
About a minute or two after I was placed on the exam table, two young nurses entered the room and introduced themselves. One male and one female. They took a look inside me and told me that I had two lacerations on either side of my cervix and that I would definitely need stitches.
Great, I thought. “However,” they continued, “there’s currently no gynecologist on site right now to perform the surgery. But don’t worry, we contacted her and she’s on her way.”
You know how it is? More waiting. More bleeding! I was in for a rough night…
The two young nurses asked for my permission to take a picture of my lacerated vagina so that they could text it to the gyno to let her know what she was in for. I audibly laughed at the fact that nurses were asking permission to photoshoot my broken puss, but agreed to their odd request.
This whole situation was absolutely absurd, and I had plenty of time to ponder on how the hell I kept getting myself into these weird situations.
The two nurses tried to stop the bleeding but to no avail. They stuffed me like a roasted turkey with long strips of cotton. It wasn’t long after that I, yet again, started to bleed through it. They pulled out the cotton like a magician pulling a long, colorful cloth out of his sleeve. Only this time it wasn’t a pretty cloth.
An hour had past and still no gyno…
At this point, I was starting to feel faint and cold from the blood loss. I was as pale as a ghost and I was seriously losing so much damn blood!
I asked for more of those awesome painkillers that they had been administering through an IV and they gave me another shot. However, this time, as they administered it, I immediately started to sweat, shake, and projectile vomit all over the floor beside me.
I was just too damn weak, exhausted, faint, and now high as a kite.
“Hang in there!” They encouraged me. “She’ll be here soon.”
Conclusion
Around an hour and a half later, the gyno finally arrived. She assures me that this happens all the time and not to worry, they’ll take good care of me.
They gave me a bit more painkillers before she started knitting my insides right back up. This time though, the nurses had the foresight of bringing a bucket next to my head in case I started vomiting again. Luckily, I was all out of pretty much everything at this point.
Once both lacerations were taken care of, the gyno advised me to take it easy for the next two weeks. No work, just rest. Oh, and no penetration for at least a month. I think I could live with that!
They gave me something that put me right to sleep and I stayed the night.
Before I left, they ran blood tests to check my hemoglobin levels which were ridiculously low (on the verge of blood transfusion kinda low). They gave me prescriptions for morphine, anti-inflammatory medication, and blood-thickeners. They then sent me on my merry way.
My wonderful neighbors came to pick me up and my best friend brought me some homemade soup and other edible goodies to last me for the next few days.
My roommate was also an angel, taking care of me, cooking for me, etc. This went on for a few days until I felt too guilty putting such a burden on everyone. I could barely move for the first week, I was too weak.
I made the uncomfortable decision to call my parents and tell them what happened. They didn’t ask questions, nor did they want to know any details, but they immediately picked me up and took care of me for the following days.
Luckily, I’m not squeamish around blood, or else I would have had a really, really bad time. As I said, the scene was horrific. So horrific that I just HAD to document it. I took so many pictures and videos of the unbelievable scene. A month later and I still had fun creeping out my friends with these pictures.
So what did I learn from this experience? Well, first, don’t rush into anything. You may be eager for some post-quarantine sex, but nothing is worth what I went through.
Also, take care of your Vagina. You only have one. I was lucky that there was no permanent damage. Things could have gone a lot worse.
I’ve had quite a few crazy sexual experiences in my day, but nothing comes close to the time I broke my vagina!
