gravity helps as much blood as possible flow out of my pussy. If I simply lie there, the blood just pools.
I also love it when someone goes down on me while I’m bleeding. It’s kind of a test of mettle for the guy. When he’s finished licking and looks up with his blood-smeared mouth, I kiss him so we both look like wolves who’ve just ripped open a deer.
I like to have the taste of blood in my mouth when we finally fuck. I find it extremely exciting, and I’m always sad when after a few wolf-days my period ends.
But I’m lucky. From what I hear from other girls, some of them are in pain for days on end. Doesn’t exactly make you want to have sex.
All that happens to me is that shortly before it starts, I get into a really bad mood—like right now—and I’m extremely aggressive toward random people I encounter. Then the blood starts to flow. No pain. No cramps.
Back when periods were still something new to me, I used to think I really was just in a bad mood. And then I’d be caught by surprise by the blood. Usually in school. Clearly visible to everyone as a red stain on the back of my skirt, because I’d be sitting when it started. You’re always sitting in school.
Or during a visit with my relatives at my aunt’s house. I went to bed because I didn’t feel well. I didn’t know why.
The next morning I got up and saw that I’d covered the bed with blood. A huge puddle. I was too self-consciousto go to my aunt and say that I’d had a bit of an accident. There was just nothing I could do.
I had slept and hadn’t noticed anything. I didn’t know how to describe what had happened to me, either. I decided just not to say anything. I left the next morning like nothing had happened, leaving the mess behind without comment.
My aunt must have gone into the room to tidy up and noticed it right away. I hadn’t even covered it with the blanket. All those liters of red were right out in the open for my aunt to see. Ever since then I’ve been uptight around my aunt. Though she’s never said anything about it.
Typical of family.
I can’t think of anything else when I see her. Until I get so ashamed I can hear the blood pulsing in my ears.
When it comes to my period, I don’t care about hygiene, either. It’s blown completely out of proportion. Tampons are expensive and unnecessary. When I have my period, I use toilet paper to make my own tampons while I’m sitting on the toilet. I’m proud of that.
I’ve developed a special balling and packing technique so they stay in for a long time and hold in the blood. But I have to admit that my toilet paper tampons really just stop up my pussy and dam up the blood rather than absorbing it the way commercial tampons do. I asked my gynecologist, though, whether it was harmful to the pussy to keep theblood inside and then let it flow out while sitting on the toilet. And he said it was a common misconception that the bleeding had some kind of purifying effect. So from a medical perspective, my blood-dam system is harmless.
A few times I went to the gynecologist because I’d lost a tampon inside me. I was sure I’d stuffed one in but, when I went to pull it out, I couldn’t find it anymore. Of course, that’s a small disadvantage of my homemade tampons: there’s no turquoise-colored string to pull it out with. And my fingers are kind of short, so I don’t get too far when I’m looking for something in my pussy.
A couple of times when I found myself in this situation at my dad’s house, I had to fish around in there with his nice barbecue tongs. There’s usually charred bits of meat and fat stuck to them. I couldn’t be bothered to clean the tongs before they went inside me. So I laid myself down in Dr. Broekert position and tried as best I could to locate the clump of toilet paper in my pussy. With all the stuff from the grill still on them. Often without finding anything. Just as I don’t clean the tongs before I shove them inside me, I don’t wash
I also love it when someone goes down on me while I’m bleeding. It’s kind of a test of mettle for the guy. When he’s finished licking and looks up with his blood-smeared mouth, I kiss him so we both look like wolves who’ve just ripped open a deer.
I like to have the taste of blood in my mouth when we finally fuck. I find it extremely exciting, and I’m always sad when after a few wolf-days my period ends.
But I’m lucky. From what I hear from other girls, some of them are in pain for days on end. Doesn’t exactly make you want to have sex.
All that happens to me is that shortly before it starts, I get into a really bad mood—like right now—and I’m extremely aggressive toward random people I encounter. Then the blood starts to flow. No pain. No cramps.
Back when periods were still something new to me, I used to think I really was just in a bad mood. And then I’d be caught by surprise by the blood. Usually in school. Clearly visible to everyone as a red stain on the back of my skirt, because I’d be sitting when it started. You’re always sitting in school.
Or during a visit with my relatives at my aunt’s house. I went to bed because I didn’t feel well. I didn’t know why.
The next morning I got up and saw that I’d covered the bed with blood. A huge puddle. I was too self-consciousto go to my aunt and say that I’d had a bit of an accident. There was just nothing I could do.
I had slept and hadn’t noticed anything. I didn’t know how to describe what had happened to me, either. I decided just not to say anything. I left the next morning like nothing had happened, leaving the mess behind without comment.
My aunt must have gone into the room to tidy up and noticed it right away. I hadn’t even covered it with the blanket. All those liters of red were right out in the open for my aunt to see. Ever since then I’ve been uptight around my aunt. Though she’s never said anything about it.
Typical of family.
I can’t think of anything else when I see her. Until I get so ashamed I can hear the blood pulsing in my ears.
When it comes to my period, I don’t care about hygiene, either. It’s blown completely out of proportion. Tampons are expensive and unnecessary. When I have my period, I use toilet paper to make my own tampons while I’m sitting on the toilet. I’m proud of that.
I’ve developed a special balling and packing technique so they stay in for a long time and hold in the blood. But I have to admit that my toilet paper tampons really just stop up my pussy and dam up the blood rather than absorbing it the way commercial tampons do. I asked my gynecologist, though, whether it was harmful to the pussy to keep theblood inside and then let it flow out while sitting on the toilet. And he said it was a common misconception that the bleeding had some kind of purifying effect. So from a medical perspective, my blood-dam system is harmless.
A few times I went to the gynecologist because I’d lost a tampon inside me. I was sure I’d stuffed one in but, when I went to pull it out, I couldn’t find it anymore. Of course, that’s a small disadvantage of my homemade tampons: there’s no turquoise-colored string to pull it out with. And my fingers are kind of short, so I don’t get too far when I’m looking for something in my pussy.
A couple of times when I found myself in this situation at my dad’s house, I had to fish around in there with his nice barbecue tongs. There’s usually charred bits of meat and fat stuck to them. I couldn’t be bothered to clean the tongs before they went inside me. So I laid myself down in Dr. Broekert position and tried as best I could to locate the clump of toilet paper in my pussy. With all the stuff from the grill still on them. Often without finding anything. Just as I don’t clean the tongs before I shove them inside me, I don’t wash
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