All I have ever done here is to relate experiences, thoughts and feelings. What you see is what you get with me. I have no need to hide behind subterfuge or exaggeration. I am, as the song says, what I am.
So, please forgive me if I start off with a moan, and not the good kind. If you don’t care for my inept writing, please, pass on with peace and love and read someone else’s stuff. I do appreciate your comments, both the supportive and the critical, but I do not appreciate the abusive. Those help no-one, and frankly, I don’t think I deserve them.
Oh dear…must be my time of the month.
Which, actually it is.
I am mid-period as I write this, and I find myself focussing on what that means. For me, menstruation is relatively easy. A few cramps and a little back ache, but a very light flow that lasts four days, maybe five. However, psychologically, it is, without doubt the most feminine time of the month for me.
I feel…..delicate….yes, delicate is the right word…..special is the right word too. Periods are my body’s proclamation of my female-ness, and preparation for motherhood too. Deep inside me, a tampon of course, and even knowing that’s there make me feel soft and vulnerable.
Some women close themselves off during this time of the month, but not me, or Emily. For us, it’s ‘business as usual’, although it took Em some time to go with it.
You see, something else happens to me…to us…during this time of the month….we both experience a sharp rise in our already high sex drive.
Oh, but gone is the dildo and vibrator. Gone is the ‘Mike’, and gone is the savage fucking that sometimes…most times…delineates our sex life.
And so….
I lie on our bed, feeling soft, gentle, yet everything feels hypersensitive. I simply can’t describe the feeling in my boobs. They are taught, the nipples hard and tender. Emily blows on them, and I shiver with excitement. She tells me how beautiful I am. How much she adores me. There is no vulgarity today. That is gone. Not the time, nor the place. She kisses my boobs. No sucking. No biting which usually I crave. Soft, gentle kisses as delicate as butterfly wings or raindrops. Down, between the valley of my breasts where I feel each drop of her kisses. I realise that they aren’t all kisses. Emily is crying softly, and it is her tears I feel on my skin.
I turn slightly sideways and draw my knees together. This is instinctive. Purely reactionary. But Emily gently straightens my legs and parts them. She lingers on my pubic mound, kissing every millimetre of it. Slowly, gently…..I may even say ‘reverentially’, she parts my labia to reveal my clit. I shudder as the tip of her tongue touches my hyper-sensitive bud. I feel her fingers exploring, spreading, until she finds my tampon.
I’m crying now as well. I love her so very much. My soul is bonded with hers utterly and completely. I feel movement inside me as she slowly withdraws my tampon. It is replaced by her fingers. They slide in easily, which they would, since, I have no doubt they’ve been inside her first. The inevitable dryness caused by a tampon is negated with one swift act of pure love.
She doesn’t finger fuck me. Neither does she press my g-spot to the point of making me pee. Instead, a gentle pushing and relaxing is all I need. That and her magical tongue. There is no anal play, no depravity. Now and then she pauses to whisper words of adoration and love.
I know she would slip her tongue inside me. She has done that many times before at this time of the month. I know I could ask her for anything and it would be freely given. Right now though, I’m being made love to in the tenderest of ways. Even Miss Brain is silent, and stands in awe of the moment.
Quite suddenly I feel an orgasm swelling deep within me. I hold her head to me and cry out “Oh Emily!’ as I cum on her fingers and lips.
Orgasms during periods feel different for me too. They feel….sweet….that is, if they had a taste, they would be sugary, almost like dental pain. I feel myself contracting on her fingers, and she times her movements inside me to absolute perfection, prolonging my cum to what feels like infinity.
Finally, it ebbs away, and slowly, she withdraws her fingers from my vagina. She immediately is by my side enveloping me in a hug. I cling to her as if my life depends on it. We hug until I fall asleep in her arms.
Her time of the month isn’t synced up with mine as she spends a lot of time away working. In fact Dani and I am more in sync. When it’s Emily’s time of the month I will make love to her as well….nothing held back….nothing denied.
Dani? Yes, I’ve had sex with her during her period too, although she is at the very early stages of being ok with it. She likes it…a lot….but she’s still fighting the battle in her head as to whether or not she should. Years of training to overcome.
In two days, my period will end. The following day, my sexual needs will change. For the better part of a week, I will want to be ravaged, screwed, fucked, whipped, raped, even. Not so long ago, Emily came into the house, into my den, and literally ripped my clothes off me. Unusually, I was wearing a bra that day. The clothes were ruined…unwearable, but here’s the thing, I had cum in my panties before she had ripped my bra off me. She then lay me over my desk, sweeping papers aside, and proceeded to rape me. I simply can’t describe how savage the orgasms were. So, I have that to look forward to!
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