I have always loved to get my period. I find the release of blood to be cleansing, releasing all the stress of being a woman, attracting men with my pungent stink. Blood is neat and the fact that I get to bleed all over my hands for a couple days each month is sexy.
Dripping red blood.
One afternoon I was having a pretty raging PMS melt down in the kitchen. My poor girlfriend was just trying to calm me down when I pulled my dress off and threw it n the kitchen table. Standing there naked except for a pair of black stockings and pointy-toed stilettos I reached between my legs and pulled my tampon out. I held it right above my head hollering some madness about the pain of being a woman. Then I squeezed my tampon all over my tits. The blood came down in a stream. It splattered on my chest and ran into three different rivers. One went right down my midline, pooled in my belly button, and continued down to meet my bush. The other two cascaded off my breasts shooting onto the kitchen floor like a couple of waterfalls. Waterfalls of blood. It was a big mess. I was hysterical. Blood was dripping down my thighs and my girlfriend just stood there watching the whole thing, stunned.
Yep., I like to play with blood. It doesn’t gross me out, freak me out, or make me squeamish. I like the way it smells – a little like seaweed, full of iron. I like the way it looks, the way it dries all crusty to the skin. I like the way it tastes — earthy.
Like that afternoon in the kitchen demonstrates, I get a little overwhelmed when I have my period. Hey, who doesn’t? Everyone of us who bleeds from our genitalia for days on end can tell you that there is an emotional rollercoaster involved with the female cycle. It makes us bitchy, sad, hungry, horny, and totally fucking insane.
I like to play with blood.