2025-07-16 - Session While Sick With Tim

Posted on July 17, 2025
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Last night’s session was so great. We always have to get creative when I’m sick. I had a fever that peaked at 101 °F about an hour before our session. By the time we’d finished dinner and the TV episode of Chuck we were watching, the fever was finally coming down and I was feeling overly-hot instead of chilled. I was even stripping clothes off on my own without being prompted just because everything felt too damn hot. That worked in our favor, overall. Normally I hate removing clothes, but my own body just really wanted everything off to cool off as fast as possible. I even spent most of the evening with a fan pointed at me which I am normally never okay with.

A little before the play session, I also took some ibuprofen to help the fever along, but it was already on the down-trend. Even with the ibuprofen it took its sweet time. I didn’t feel like the fever was gone until like 10pm or so.

In spite of being sick, we were still doing the session, dammit!! I had energy enough for it and so did he. He is always very careful with me (sometimes too careful), so he was limiting this session to things with me lying down and not moving too much, and nothing too intense… no screaming. We still had a very deep and intense-feeling session.

There was some minor medical play, mostly repeatedly taking my temperature (partially because I did actually want the data, but also he pulled out the classic rectal thermometer for some fun). Nothing like being sick to create opportunities, or excuses, I guess.

Not that he ever needs an excuse. He can do whatever he wants to me whenever he wants. But when the easy excuse is right there, one may as well take it.

When he was done with that he replaced the thermometer with my smallest plug. We’ve been lax on a lot of anal training lately because of the stress and busyness, but he wants to correct that. Lucky me. (Whether you think that’s sarcastic or not: you’re right. It’s very much both a like and dislike thing.)

Most of the evening, and honestly the best part, was us just talking and him talking to me. I love when he talks to me about things he wants to do to me. The idea of things turn me on, but the knowledge that anything he says isn’t an empty threat, it’s something we will be doing at some point, just enhances the experience quite a lot. We talked about topics that got me very turned on and he asked invasive questions that I was required to answer which got me even more turned on. There was one point I asked to have my phone to answer him because I couldn’t make myself say the words out loud. With phone assistance, I answered every question, continuing to give him everything he wanted from me. No secrets; no privacy.

My favorite moment was him asking in the middle of all the other questions “Do you have any right to privacy?” and I responded with “no… but you’re nice.”
He laughed and said “yes I am.”

We both acknowledge that I’ve given up any rights to privacy with him that I used to have, but he’s nice enough that if he wants something more from me he takes it slowly in very small steps to ensure it’s not a big shock I might panic or spiral over. So I do still actually have some privacy, but it’s more limited than it used to be, and will continue to be more limited as he works me towards his goals for me.

As nice as he is, he asked me questions that forced me to admit things I genuinely didn’t want to admit. I generally prefer to keep my shame buried as deep as I can. But my shame is something I’ve given up to him. While there are actions I can’t handle yet, there is no information in my head that isn’t freely available to him if he asks… and he was asking.

I’m sure the full-body blush was just the fever. Absolutely. Nothing to do with my own embarrassment or the growing need between my legs at all. Not at all.

One of the topics we discussed was things that I’d fantasized about but we haven’t tried yet. One of the items I came up with was fisting…

That whole thing is difficult for me since I have spots that are overly sensitive and just… hurt no matter what. But the concept is still hot, and I can still do way more than he expected. He decided to give it a shot. I had to ask for him to use lube; I don’t generate a ton on my own. I get slick enough for PIV sex, but this was a bit more intense and needed the extra assistance.

With lube and careful work, he got four fingers inside me up to the knuckles at his hand. The feelings were both good and bad, and it was intense. There’s a spot inside me that is just all pain, and he definitely hit that and had to re-adjust. There was stretching in places that felt like they’d tear if he kept going, so he backed off and adjusted. It was when his knuckles pushed in on muscles that felt like stone that I think I asked him to stop there. So it was a lot of slow pushing and adjusting and seeing how far he could go with me until something hurt too much. But that was still way farther than he expected with me and was pretty happy overall for a first try.

And it was a lot of fun, too because he was also able to very easily hit a spot that sent absolute waves of pleasure through me. Not an orgasm, not my usual “chemical rush” feeling, although it felt very similar to that… Just… pleasure flowing out from that spot. It was intense and awesome, but also that spot got sore very quickly and as much as I loved it I also had to ask him to stop.

I’m still sick and don’t have the energy to really write and then edit this to death, so I’ll just say that he used his hands to fuck me while he had me rub my clit for him. I’m pretty sure I lost/ruined an orgasm in there somewhere. When he was done with that, he pulled the vibrator out and proceeded to force an orgasm with it on a high setting with it directly on my clit, while he used his hand to fuck my ass. It wasn’t exactly a strong orgasm, but I was impressed he got anything out of me in less than 30 minutes after I lost one.

In spite of being sick, we still had a pretty damn fun night.