seeing red
I do not think I have mentioned the blood flow too much here, and since it is on my mind and between my thighs, I thought I may as well. Over my holiday my cousin’s man , the copper, would not let me use their hot tub because I was bleeding. Even if I plugged he put his foot down, that no way was that bloody librarian bitch getting in his hot tub.
I was surprised, sort of, I was more surprised when I inquired about them having sex while she was on her period. They both where admittedly opposed and could not even believe that I would, that I do and that I love it.
Personally I cannot even imagine trying to live a lifetime with a man who would refuse to touch me while I am bleeding, let alone make me cum. I get very VERY horny during this messy time of the month. I like to be fucked and completely handled and taken like no other time in the month. Sexuality is in hyperdrive and it starts the week before. Plus a big fat cock is good for relieving the cramps.
I can understand, maybe not wanting to dine at the junction, though I have had men who like that too, but zero sex.? Talk to me. Would you fuck me, would you get your fingers and dick red for me? Would you make me see red when I cum? It feels so good. When on my period I am ready at a snap, when I slide my own fingers in–my pussy is on fire, hot and sticky gooey–tinged with pink-girl glossed up. When I start I cannot stop until I cum.
There is something about seeing the red, seeing it on my fingers, on my toy that reminds me of my base creature, that I am only here to fuck and be fucked.
Tell me, would you fuck me on my period?
I earned my “red wings” at 19, with the first girl I found willing…loved doing it then, love doing it now…
Your rouge, my cheeks?
Sure, as long as it was on sheets you didn’t care about and I could have a shower afterwards, or at least a wet-wipe.
– PB
I would bend you over my desk right now if I had the opportunity.
I’d fuck on your period, and love every slick and coppery-delicious moment of it. Woe to the poor bastard who doesn’t appreciate the added lilt it brings. Cock or yes, tongue, whatever it would take to make you buck and sigh…mm.
inherservice: oh, I had no doubt about your willingness.
The Panserbjørne: I got everything we need for a romp in the red.
James: oh you know just what to say to me.
Greyrake: oh my! tongue too, mmmm you are delicious, a man after my own pussy willow.
I love pulling out a tampon with my teeth. and copious blood makes the best lube, Vixen. Doggy style watching my red, red cock go in and out is so fucking hot…and the feeling of utter and total abandonment of modesty is sublime.
After a discussion about this with my wife I went out and bought a set of simple, cotton, maroon sheets for our newlywed bed. She never had to ask me again.
I learned to love it when we went off “the pill” and I started using condoms. During her period was the safest time to go bareback and it always felt wonderful and gave us an excuse to get in the shower together after.
Let the red river flow, I’m ready.
I am now 60. I earned my red wings at age 17. I love the feel, the coppery taste, the smell….all of it, in fact.
Years ago I was dating a lovely redhead, freckles and all. She was having her period but forgot to tell me. When it was all said and done, we were both covered from head to foot. I first noticed it when I looked at her face with a light from the hall. She looked like “the joker”. We still laugh over that.
The inhibition is usually religious based, going back to Old Testament Jews, (and many other tribal groups) who thought a woman was “unclean” during that time. The could not touch until 7 days after her period ended. Funny, that is sort of when a woman was really primed to get pregnant. I think the unclean thing (as well as making her sleep in different quarters (quarantined) was to keep it from happening anyway, men being pigs.
Whew! When the recipient makes it that okay, it only lubricates the beast.
R
God Vixen this post made me so hard. I’d love to watch my hand disappear into you, feeling your warmth on my wrist, red running down my forearm. And then paint your creamy tits red while my cock is throbbing in your messy cunt. There’s a reason my name starts with flow…
I loved a woman in college who – well, what’s interesting about orgasms is that they’re so distinctive; everybody has their own way of climaxing, really. Some tend to shiver and twitch; some suddenly turn into jell-o, some arch their backs and shout. She used to tense, every muscle in her body would tense, and she’d be intently, tightly focused. I think women who have a hard time orgasming often adopt that style: the focus, the need to get there, becomes a whole-body flex.
Anyhow: I’ve loved period sex since that time, because she was the one I learned this magical thing about female hormones from – that they peak so nicely, that passion and orgasm flow so much more freely, during the period. Because, when she came during her period, she wouldn’t just tense as usual – she would shudder, she would begin to quake, as if her whole body was crying out, and, though she was usually quieter in sex than I am, she’d start inadvertently to squeak and moan under her breath. And positions which allowed her more tensing were even better for her. I still remember the most intense orgasm she ever had with me; at the edge of the bed, doggy-style with her head ducking down toward the floor, and her curled so tightly into a fetal position that her whole body was just a mass of taut flesh focusing every ounce of force back and down to her pussy, until she wailed under her breath and shook, clenching so hard that I had to use my thighs to push myself forward on my knees to make sure that my crimson prick didn’t pop out of her.
I used to love the way she’d smile afterwards – relieved, still a bit giddy in that on-her-period way, but with the benefit of pleasure to adorn it.
Yeah, period sex is nice.
Oh, yes! The first time a man offered to fuck me during my period, I was both shocked and thrilled. I’d been longterm with someone who couldn’t go down on me at the best of times, and avoided me like the plague during my period, so the first time with the new lover, I kept apologizing for being ‘messy’. After that first time, I stopped apologizing. Definitely yummy.
To chime in LV — let me join the line of admirers and say I love my meat rare, why not a lover that is bloody too? Tongue, fingers or cock…
Oversexed Librarian: oh! you are such a nasty librarian. love it!
advizor54: nice touch with the sheets. You are always on it and thoughtful while doing it.
harold: hi, thanks for the read and the comment. Loved you memory and the bloody lesson. xoxo. vix
Ryan: and I do love to take on your beast–any time of the month.
flowerotic: mmmm, love making you hard.
jj: wow, hot! thanks for sharing with us. lovely recollection.
marianne: Thanks for the read love. Yeah! and so good to hear another female perspective.
rtist: all three please.
oh, darlin’, i feel your pain. sooooo often, i am sooooo horny at that time of the month… it’s when i want sex MOST, more than almost any other time. something to relieve the cramping, the endorphins that make me forget the aches, the pressure on my pussy to take advantage of the swelling…
and i am so. very. lucky. now that i have a boyfriend who doesn’t even ‘tolerate’ my cycle, but he SEEKS> ME> OUT> because of it. if i’m flowing, he can’t get to me fast enough. wants to see his gorgeous cock splathered in my creamy red juices. when he makes me cum like that, it is all. over. and just lays me back and takes care of me in all my sexual and physical states.
damn, i am a luckylucky woman.
annie: hot fucking damn! you are one lucky woman! and I am such a jealous bitch. Thanks for the read and the comment, I appreciate it always.
xoxo.
lv