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Sanguine addiction explained
11/24/2006 3:01 am Last Read: |
Don't spill a drop dear Let me kiss the curse away Yourself in my mouth Will you leave me with your taste? - Type O Negative, "Wolf Moon" Have I mentioned before my best sex oral and otherwise, was during my menstruation? I can hear you men going "ewwwwwwww" already. Gods forbid you touch the fount when it is bleeding. Why exactly? I've seen people into scat, golden showers, want women to drink buckets of their cum, but if a woman is bleeding, they act like it's napalm. Women do the same thing, however, referring to their menses as the "curse", "monthly enemy", all sorts of things. I had the same issue for most of my life. A fellow I was seeing in Seattle played "Wolf Moon" for me one night when I told him I couldn't have sex (not "didn't want to", but "COULDN'T", because society plants that little seed a woman must be unsexual and unclean during her period). He made me listen to the song, sang the lyrics in my ear while we lay upon his bed. Of course, it turned me on, but I struggled anyway. All I could think of was it was sexy, I was getting aroused, but I was still cramping like a fiend. "It will help, just let me show you." It sounded like the worst "Just let me fuck you ok?" line I'd ever heard, but he was so serious. I insisted he put several towels underneath me and that I had a shower first (like I said, that good ol' unclean training). I bathed in my scent of roses and lay down on the bed, while he put "Wolf Moon" on repeat. I have never seen a man so turned on in my life. His eyes weren't just shining, the pupils were nearly red. He was going feral - my favourite state in a man. I lay down and he approached. I was trying hard to relax, but it was difficult. I was bleeding, I could feel it with every cramp, feel the blood starting to trickle (I'm a heavy bleeder). I looked over at the Feral Boy, trying to think of something smartass to say as I really thought he was just bullshitting, only thinking this was something he was into, but as soon as he saw the volume of blood, or something, hell anything he wouldn't approve of, he'd back off and I'd be left with ten times the embarassment. Instead, he leaned down, and his nostrils flared. He was inhaling, scenting the blood, and the Boy actually growled. It was the sexiest thing in the world. My body reacted in a big way, and it was like some sort of dam broke inside, a rather large gush of menstrual blood slipped between my legs. I actually started to apologise and half-get up off the bed. There was a part of me that was irritated at my own behaviour, but I couldn't help it. Old stigmas don't die easy. He just put his hand wordlessly on my shoulder, and pressed me back down, very insistently. Normally, this is the point when I hit someone. I didn't do it then. Maybe I thought of it as a challenge to my own beliefs, to walk my talk about my love of my own femininity in all its forms. I'm not certain. I still don't know. But I lay back down, and the Boy positioned himself between my legs. He wasn't lying. It was amazing oral sex. It was like a massage for the womb. Did you know you're ultra-sensitive to touch during menstruation? And I mean ULTRA sensitive? You feel EVERYTHING honey, and a talented tongue feels like silk. The scent of blood and the feel of a tongue and a growling man between your legs...dear gods. I lost count of the orgasms. It was almost excrutiating. If I've ever been in a submissive headspace where I couldn't move, but just forced myself to take it over and over again, it was with Feral Boy. The actual penetration was even better. I got on hands and knees, the blood literally trickling down the insides of my thighs, smeared across my bum, and he took me like his life depended on it. And I do mean TOOK. He didn't just come, he howled - and damned if he didn't sound like a wolf when he did. I'm surprised his neighbor didn't come down to see what the noise was about. Or maybe he was used to the sounds which came round every 28 days or so, as I doubt I was Feral Boy's only passion. I had soaked the first towel, bled through the second, and Feral Boy had to clean his mattress with a soapy sponge. Blissed out but still feeling a bit like an idiot, I still apologised profusely and watched in embarassment while he got the worst of the stains out, but I noticed he didn't clean them all off...and they weren't the only blood stains either. "I don't want to erase it entirely. There's nothing wrong with it." I remember that the most, the look on his face, with a bit of blood still on his lips, which were smiling wide like a wolf. "Nothing wrong with it at all." ************* And here I am trying to settle for chocolate, but I know what I really want. *grin* |
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11/24/2006 4:09 am |
oh my! quick...buy a ticket to Seattle!! Life shrinks or expands according to one's courage. -- Anais Nin
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11/24/2006 5:24 am |
oops, hadn't read your comment to Keres when i suggested the ticket..."fucked up" you don't need! Life shrinks or expands according to one's courage. -- Anais Nin
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11/24/2006 5:43 am |
powerful amazing post. my heart is pounding i know saying thank you for sharing your experience sounds so trivial and cliche,but i mean it sincerely. and all the social stigma associated with having my period and not having sex i hear that. its always been shamed based for me as well. i always thought i was odd, because i get so easily aroused during my period. ~ now i know why~ This was an amazing read on so many levels~ blu
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11/24/2006 12:35 pm |
Wow. I do not know if I could overcome my ingrained 'clean' issues - but reading your blog sure made me want to....
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11/26/2006 8:08 pm |
I knew a man. I knew a man who was a musician. I knew a man who was a musician who would lick the blood from a cunt like his life depended on it. Blood form the womb ... nothing more sensual. slf Yo ho , Yo ho ... a bloody life for me ....
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 11/28/2006 10:33 am |
Thank you. Your post opened my eyes to something in ways that help me on levels that I am still processing. Tantric. Feminine. Beautiful. There is a Magick here that you touched that should, and very likely will, be more common knowledge. Makes me wonder what other things of such beauty have been relegated to the forbidden and/or forgotten. You are part of this shift that comes. I am glad fate had me link to your blog and the very special person shown there. Mister GJ Marked male of the Feminine
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