Heterosexual Bareback Bugchasing STDs Forum Any other women here with an STD fetish?
I first discovered I had this fetish when my husband infected me with Gonorrhea. Turns out he was cheating on me with random prostitutes. Haha, that was also when I learned I had a kink for my husband cheating on me.
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Yeah there are very few women so you are certainly a unicorn!
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Yeah unfortunately
Glad I am not the only one
We are from Germany and I ( Monika) love it the same way.
I am from germany (OWL Area, Bielefeld, Herford, Gütersloh).
If you like get in contact. I search new contacts and good locations (PK, Club, private party) to go and have bareback fun.
If you like get in contact. I search new contacts and good locations (PK, Club, private party) to go and have bareback fun.
Glad I am not the only oneWe are from Germany and I ( Monika) love it the same way.
I realized I was into it after getting HPV from a gloryhole.
I've had a slight fetish since 2008 at 18 then really started fantasizing at 2016 @26 now I'm just looking around.
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Lady Macd
I first discovered it after catching Chlamydia from a girl I was dating. This was while I was still way in the closet and still living in boy-mode 24/7.
It was a long distance relationship, and she was asymptomatic, but she was the only one I was with at the time, so there was no doubt who gave it to me. I never felt any discomfort with it. The thing that gave it away actually was slight discharge and the incessant cough. I might not have really thought to get checked out if not for the cough driving me crazy.
I went and got a shot and some pills and abstained for that timeframe.
It was the first time I experienced that "Achievement Unlocked: New Kink," so that week was a bit surreal. When I masturbated I visualized entering her (bare, of course), keeping it inside until well after we were finished, the bacteria working its way through that little opening, settling in to it's new environment, and starting to multiply.
Towards the end of the week I was imagining being inside a different girl. Nobody in particular, but at that moment whoever it was was clean. Her legs spread wide as a vanguard waited in a half-formed drop of pre-cum that was collecting at the head of my cock. Fast forward to the end. Her legs on my shoulders, trapping her against the mattress, I'm buried to the hilt as that pause hits me.
You know, where you hit the point of not being able to hold back any longer and just tip over the edge. It feels like a rollercoaster after climbing that one BIG hill, almost coming to a stop as it creeps over the edge. Eventually gravity pulls it past the event horizon and (whooooooosh) down you go.
As things begin to twitch and contract and push, I can feel this load as it travels down the length of my cock, collecting up the bacteria along the way, it's larger, thicker, and stretches me out just a bit. I hold it there as every spasm injects her with more and more alien life.
But that was all just my imagination. I was good and did exactly as the doctor said to do. Then the girl and I started having sex without any question (or thrill) of whether or not the other was clean, and it'd be a couple years before I really started studying fetishes and realizing that was what had been awakened inside me.
It was a long distance relationship, and she was asymptomatic, but she was the only one I was with at the time, so there was no doubt who gave it to me. I never felt any discomfort with it. The thing that gave it away actually was slight discharge and the incessant cough. I might not have really thought to get checked out if not for the cough driving me crazy.
I went and got a shot and some pills and abstained for that timeframe.
It was the first time I experienced that "Achievement Unlocked: New Kink," so that week was a bit surreal. When I masturbated I visualized entering her (bare, of course), keeping it inside until well after we were finished, the bacteria working its way through that little opening, settling in to it's new environment, and starting to multiply.
Towards the end of the week I was imagining being inside a different girl. Nobody in particular, but at that moment whoever it was was clean. Her legs spread wide as a vanguard waited in a half-formed drop of pre-cum that was collecting at the head of my cock. Fast forward to the end. Her legs on my shoulders, trapping her against the mattress, I'm buried to the hilt as that pause hits me.
You know, where you hit the point of not being able to hold back any longer and just tip over the edge. It feels like a rollercoaster after climbing that one BIG hill, almost coming to a stop as it creeps over the edge. Eventually gravity pulls it past the event horizon and (whooooooosh) down you go.
As things begin to twitch and contract and push, I can feel this load as it travels down the length of my cock, collecting up the bacteria along the way, it's larger, thicker, and stretches me out just a bit. I hold it there as every spasm injects her with more and more alien life.
But that was all just my imagination. I was good and did exactly as the doctor said to do. Then the girl and I started having sex without any question (or thrill) of whether or not the other was clean, and it'd be a couple years before I really started studying fetishes and realizing that was what had been awakened inside me.