I lost a toy inside me on a first date and was shocked by where it ended up.

As I lay there on a Sunday morning, legs spread open and a finger in my backside, I couldn't help but wonder how I ended up in this situation. It wasn't exactly how I had anticipated starting my day, especially not in a hospital bed with a nurse's finger up there. But after a failed first date, that's where I found myself - lying in a hospital bed with an anal plug stuck inside of me.

It all began with a guy I had been talking to on social media. We hit it off and he asked me out on a date. To my surprise, we clicked even better in person. Things got heated and we ended up back at my place, where we had amazing chemistry. And, may I add, we were comfortable enough to experiment with an anal plug.

I had used anal plugs before, mostly for filming content for my OnlyFans page, so I thought I knew what I was doing. But in the heat of the moment, I suddenly felt the plug slip out. We stopped and I panicked, saying "Wait, it came out!" But we couldn't find it anywhere.

We searched high and low, under pillows and even under the bed, but the plug was nowhere to be found. We couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. I even tried feeling around with my fingers, but I just couldn't reach it. My date suggested squatting in the shower and using a finger to push the plug out, but that didn't work either.

In a last attempt, my date tried to retrieve the plug himself. He managed to hook his finger around the base, but had no luck in pulling it out. We couldn't believe how well we were getting to know each other on our first date.

Surprisingly, my date wasn't grossed out by the whole situation. He was more concerned about my well-being and couldn't stop laughing about the craziness of our date. I called my nurse best friend for advice, and she couldn't stop laughing before offering some solutions - either taking laxatives and trying to pass it myself or going to the emergency room.

We ended up at the hospital, where a nurse tried to manually remove the plug with her finger. It was an uncomfortable and awkward experience, but she was kind and patient, telling me to breathe and relax. When her attempts failed, another nurse tried with no luck. Finally, a surgeon informed me that I would need surgery under anesthesia to remove the plug.

At first, I wasn't worried. It seemed like a simple procedure and I would be home in a few hours. But then, the surgeon explained the risks - if they couldn't remove it with forceps, they would have to make an incision in my stomach and colon. This would result in a longer and more intense recovery. The thought of this terrified me, but I tried to stay positive with the support of my date by my side.

I was moved to the Acute Surgical Unit, dressed in surgical garments, and ready for surgery at any moment. However, due to the busy hospital, I had to wait for two days. In the meantime, I kept myself busy with work, movies, and trying to pass the time. I wasn't allowed to eat or drink, just in case I was called in for surgery.

The whole experience was unexpected and scary, but I was grateful to have my date's support and the care of the hospital staff. It wasn't the ideal way to spend a Sunday morning, but it definitely made for a memorable first date.
My day started off on an unexpected note when I found myself lying on a hospital bed, with my legs spread wide and a nurse's finger in my backside. Definitely not how I had envisioned my Sunday morning to go. It all started with a first date that didn't go as planned, resulting in me ending up in this uncomfortable situation.

Let me backtrack a bit. I had been chatting with this guy on social media and we hit it off immediately. Our conversations were great, and he asked me out on a date. To my delight, we clicked even better in person. The chemistry was off the charts and things got pretty steamy when we went back to my place. We were both so comfortable with each other that we decided to add in some extra fun with an anal plug. I had used them before for my OnlyFans page, so I was familiar with how they worked.

But during our passionate encounter, I suddenly felt the plug slipping out. We stopped and I frantically searched for it, but it was nowhere to be found. We couldn't help but burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. We searched through the bed sheets, under pillows, and even under the bed, but the plug seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

I tried to find it by inserting a finger into my backside, but I couldn't reach it. Then I tried through my vagina and there it was. My date suggested squatting in the shower and trying to push the plug out, but that didn't work either. So, he decided to take matters into his own hands and try to retrieve the plug himself. He was able to hook his finger around the base, but unfortunately, he couldn't get it out.

We were both in disbelief at how this first date was turning out. But despite the awkwardness, my date was more concerned about my well-being and making sure I was okay. We couldn't stop laughing at the craziness of it all.

Eventually, I called my best friend who happens to be a nurse, for some advice. She couldn't help but laugh before offering some solutions. We decided to go to the hospital, just to be safe. The surgeon advised that I would need to undergo surgery to remove the plug as it couldn't be retrieved manually.

I was a bit nervous, but I trusted that it would be a straightforward procedure and I would be back home in no time. However, during a conversation with the surgeon, he explained the risks involved. If the plug couldn't be removed with forceps, they would have to make an incision through my stomach and colon. This revelation sent a wave of fear through me. My date stayed by my side, offering support and comfort.

I was then moved to the Acute Surgical Unit and prepared for surgery. However, due to the busy schedule at the hospital, I had to wait for two days. In the meantime, I kept myself busy with work and tried to pass the time by watching movies and sleeping. I wasn't even allowed to eat or drink, just in case I had to go into surgery at any moment. The wait was agonizing.

Finally, the day of surgery arrived and I was dressed in surgical garments, ready to be whisked away. But due to the hospital's busy schedule, I had to wait for another day. The waiting game was tough, but I tried to keep my spirits up. After all, I couldn't wait to get this whole ordeal over with and go back to my normal routine.

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