My Pre-Menstrual-Syndrome was a very peculiar, fascinating, shaking energy that re-me every time. By virtue of the eternal cycles, there was relief, abruptly changing from a sudden thirst in me. In addition, from a state of confusion, anxiety, sadness I was thrown in so much excitement that I felt like a butterfly hatched in my cocoon, frantically hungry, ready for flight and adventure.
The pain in there, below, the spasms, repeatedly told me what I was actually – A woman with a bleeding pussy, A woman with a womb that gives life, A woman who knows everything.
I sat in front of the mirror, opened my legs and stared at her … a beautiful, wet, bloody flower with delicate sheets, promising paradise and infinite.
But I did not just fantasized – I was moving, I running, I flying.
I fondled it with the tip of my fingers – the shy lips tingling like lotus leaves kissed by the wind. I put them aside and contemplated the dark, narrow space, hiding mysteries and giving so much happiness.
I was expecting.
I was expecting with excitement and curiosity.
And here, drops of blood flowed from my inside, I felt how they crawled – they showed up, and the red blob stopped for a moment at the entrance to my vagina. It was beautiful. Like a drop of liveliness. It somehow reminded the semen. In the blood, in the womb, life in the semen is encoded.
Red and white. I love red and white.
The blood tickled me. It was as if I was deliberately annoyed.
I gently touched the blood with the tip of my finger.
Warm. Gentle. Delicate. But full of energy.
I smudge it all other my labia, the clitoris, after that put my finger deep into my pussy, feeling the warmth of my wet cave wrapped around me. I closed my eyes and imagined the hard cock of the man who could be fucking me now – the wonderful Alex with his interesting fetish – a bleeding pussy. At last, I meet a man who was crazy about that – a bleeding heavily vagina. He adored the female pussies during this period of women cycle – he was breathing, licking the pussies, spreading their blood on himself, piercing them, emptying them.
I watched in my mirror my blooming red flower. I started to bleed again – I was getting nice and I enjoyed the feeling and the view. I was licking my finger. The taste of my own menstruation ignited me and I felt the worm of the perversion waking up and screaming in me; it irritated me and excited me more and more … I fantasized how tomorrow Alec would touch, smell and lick my pussy, dissolve it … how he would fit me and would heavily fuck me and how the blood will crawl and stick to his hard dick …
Ohhh … ..
I did not want to go on alone.
I wanted to stay so lustfully thirsty and leave this feeling for my tomorrow meeting with Alex….
To be continued.
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