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The Red of Blood

If I was inclined to vampirism I would have an unfair advantage. No need for dental enhancements. These babies are real. Fangs. I have them and they are hard to miss although not distractingly obvious either. The irony of my ancestry is almost a cruel cliché.  Eastern European without any doubt, with the large almond blue eyes, high cheek bones, pale, smooth white skin and oval face with a slightly pointed chin.

The thing is, even without trying I have some tendencies that occasionally make me wonder if my father may have been right when he claimed a direct blood line to Vlad the Impaler. Charming ancestry indeed, but I can’t deny that I love to bite. I don’t mean a little nibble here and there. I am not talking a love bite … no. I mean full on, let my teeth sink into your flesh and leave a bruise. Claiming you like some animalistic temporary tattoo.

There is a wonderful French expression that translates to “Chase the natural and it will come galloping back”. It’s true. Psychologist claim that the desire to bite your partner has two components. One is female specific, that to bite with the mouth is a oral demonstration of what the cunt walls wish they were doing. Clamping down on the object of desire. The other is a form of territorial branding. When I read this all I could do was nod in ascent. What they don’t say is how good it feels when my lips part and I taste the smooth skin of my lover, and my tongue sweeps across his delicate flesh and I taste the salt of him and then my teeth place themselves carefully, my jaw clamps down, the most euphoric feeling is released into my body. Like a small adrenaline rush. It’s heady and intoxicating. The pathetic whimper that usually comes out of the man in question, on the other hand, isn’t.

That’s how I knew he was different.

I had been seeing him for a little while, we had finally kissed and moved on to heavy petting. Something I enjoyed tremendously since it had been a very long time and, in all honesty, it made me feel young again. Teenage-like even. It was wonderful. I had bitten him repeatedly. A few times almost drawing blood and his reaction was a deep growl of lust, a most extraordinary hardening of his manhood and hands that would grip and dig with flames of desire into my own flesh. The time had come – we both needed a day to explore each other in peace; so we planned it …carefully. Nothing over the top, nothing fancy – but we did book a motel room with a fireplace, neither one of us resisting the Hallmark corny romance of it. Coordinating our crazy schedules was half the battle but in the end we found the time and a safe and warm place to finally make love.

I woke up that morning with a headache from hell, and cramps that would cull the strongest in the herd. I was reminded of those slightly humorous adds of mother nature handing women a red box as a gift at the worst possible time and the women, using some brand of tampon, was alright and oblivious to the inconvenience. I had my period. Mine are brutally painful for 48 hours. I showered, managed to shave my legs, took 3 extra strength Advil and got in the car to meet him. I wasn’t sure what to do.

I turned the corner and saw him there. He looked up and quietly smiled as I parked the car and got out. His brooding face now ablaze with a tender smile and an intense light of pure desire emanating from his amber and hazel eyes. My heart sank at having to tell him that I really wasn’t going to be up for it. He saw my body language and immediately came over and wrapped his arms around me. Concern writ all over his handsome features. “Mon amour …. what is it?” his pleasant and comforting voice asked. I buried my face in his chest. “I am so sorry, but ………….” I couldn’t’ say it. He lifted my face up to his, saw how upset I was and would not move. “Just tell me – what can I do?”. Tears of frustration threatened and a sudden excruciating cramp causing terrible pain made me double over. He held me, now utterly taken aback and uncertain. I half laughed though clenched teeth… “You could rub my tummy and just hold me? … I ….ugh …. I have my period and…” I never finished my sentence as he swept me up in his arms and walked us into the hotel room after some interesting key maneuvers to get the door open whilst carrying my full weight.

He lay me on the bed.

Gently and carefully he undressed me except for my undies leaving the tampon and thick ugly pad out of site. I was grateful. He then tucked me under the covers, kissed me on the forehead and caressed my cheek longingly and walked away to turn on the fireplace and to make a cup of tea. I snuggled in the sea of pure white pillows as my aching body relaxed. I dozed a short time and woke up in a dream like state. I grinned at the feel of his naked body against mine under the sheets and his breath in my neck. His hands ever so slowly making tiny little circles on my stomach. I turned to lay on my back and look at him. He never stopped making the little circles. He had taken the “you can rub my tummy” very literally it seemed. I was happy to let him. It was simply nice to be naked together. He leaned in and kissed me tenderly. His hand now explored the contours of my body. He looked at and was mesmerized by every inch of me.

He sucked my toes, murmured at how perfect my tiny ankles are, described and let his lips glide the length of the long expanse of my legs, paying attention to the delicate and sensitive skin behind my knees. He kissed my stomach, rolled me over on my side and caressed my ass. His breath held a long moment as he gazed at it stretching the cotton of my panties and let it go when he came in for a kiss and a bite of his own. He followed the vertebrae of my spine, let his fingers linger at the small of my neck. As I relaxed even more into his caress, it hit me that this man had managed to make me feel sensual on the worst possible day. The hurt was still there but every time my body tensed his hand would find some spot to massage and it would pass.

I found my body letting go of the pain. I opened up to him and breathed deeply and started to discover his body visually and then, my fingers started their own exploration. His hard athletic build, his beautiful ass that made me want to dry hump him, strong yet slender legs and his erect and beautiful spike. It stood there. Without a doubt, he was painfully aroused.

Shockingly, I found myself getting excited.

We had ended up switching positions as he now lay on his back. I straddled him and let my mouth, tongue, teeth and fingers explore him. His scent filled my nose. Like a blood hound I smelled him engraving his unique fragrance to my memory bank. I stooped and watched as the thick vein in his neck pulsed with the beating of his heart. His hands at his side he left himself completely open to my gaze and my hunger for him. I let the tip of my nose follow the curve of his jaw, then to the soft spot below the earlobe. My tongue danced and followed the pulsing track until I couldn’t take it any longer and I bit him, hard. His hands grabbed my hips and pushed me down. Even through the padding I felt his hard shaft increase in heat. He moaned and gasped for air. My face in his neck I followed the tiny trail still and bit again, this time my hand on his face, as his mouth opened to groan again I let two fingers slide deep into his mouth and down his throat.

He fought the gag reflex and arched his back into me with violent passion. I bit again and let my fingers slide out and heard his hiss in my ear. My wet fingers found his nose that I pinched closed and I came up to kiss his mouth… his mouth and lips made for the battle of love play. I held the embrace until his chest opened up in an attempt to draw air that failed. His Adams apple dances furiously. I let go and he breathed a deep chattering breath. Never did he display fear. He was hard, he was hot and he wanted more.

I continued our play, alternating between gagging, biting and suffocating him gently. I could not believe how much hotter and harder his member was becoming, and I worried that if he didn’t have release soon things would go beyond rough play to actual pain. I wrapped my lips around his shaft and he gripped the sheets so hard he nearly ripped them. From that lower vantage point I looked up at the sight before me. And saw that as I had wiggled my way down from straddling his chest, to his hips, to his thighs to my current position I had left a trail.

A trail of bright crimson red blood.

I froze. My stillness must have gotten him out of his stupor a moment as he lifted his head and looked down at me. I held my breath. I had bled through, and the white sheets now looked like some violent act of crime had been committed. He looked at his chest, let his finger slide on the blood and then …. He smiled. A big, thrilled and excited smile. My heart leaped. He sat up, grabbed me by the hand and dragged me to the shower.

Turning the hot water on, we stepped under the stream and a blanket of steam embraced us. I took off my now drenched undies and tossed them out of sight. One leg lifted up on the ledge, he found the little white string, and pulled removing the now engorged and useless tampon. I had never believed such an act could be so utterly erotic. It was. There under the water, blood was washed away, and I kneeled down to continue to apply lavish attention on his member. Fingering myself I was startled to see that the moisture on my fingers was not blood…. But lubrication. I was beyond horny. I was in love.

Pushing me up against the shower wall, he spread my legs apart and went down on me. “No … you don’t have to …” his gaze told me all I needed to know. He wanted to. I didn’t fight it then. “It comes from you. And you are beautiful … relax …” I did. My body forgot about pain, discomfort and I let go of preconceived notions of what was right or wrong or clean or not. His head between my thighs, his tongue on my clit I let the hot water and rush of orgasm flood and wash over me. My knees buckled and he held me up. Wrapping me in a big towel. He turned the shower off and led me back to the bed.

It was his turn.

I tried not to feel embarrassed at the blood on the sheets. Nor at the small drop of blood trailing down my inner thigh. He was going to have his way with me and there was little I could – or wanted – to do about it. Towel on the bed, I climbed up and in doggy position, offered him my rear. His shaft was hard to the point of pain, his balls full and his desire real. He let his hands roam on my ass a few times as I relaxed into his touch again and then … he took me.

His shaft entered slowly at first. He watched as he impaled me and then pulled out. The sight of blood covering his manhood drove him nearly over the edge right then. It was primal. Intense. Like taking my virginity but not. He plunged in again and the blood trickled down towards his balls. Leaning on my shoulder I brought a hand up to play and tease my clit. Blood pooling a little in the palm of my hand. I felt it then. Our orgasm. We were coming and we were coming hard. He lunged, I quivered, he pulled I moaned. The walls clasped, his cock pulsed and the jism flowed pink as he screamed in tandem with me and we collapsed in sheer ecstasy on the white towel.

I realized that moment that he was not like any other lover I had ever had.


October 27, 2009 - Posted by | erotica | , , , , , , , , , , , ,


  1. I have never minded having sex during the woman’s period (in fact, sex is GOOD for cramps and headaches; the endorphins and relaxation you’ve already mentioned) but many of my partners have objected very strongly. Sad, that.

    I enjoyed this one — very warm and sensual with the odd moments of pure wanton lust.

    — PB

    Comment by The Panserbjørne | October 27, 2009 | Reply

    • Odd moments? *grin* – seriously – curious – what moments were odd to you?

      I will not say I’ll do it every time – but yes … it does feel good. I am not sure what you will find more – men that don’t want to “go there” or women that don’t feel they can. I am not sure what the numbers are. Are men under the impression that women don’t want it but women do – or … do women have this false idea that ALL men are grossed out but in fact they are not. Thoughts?

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | October 27, 2009 | Reply

      • Oh, I’m sorry. By “odd” I just meant “occasional”. Not “unusual”. 🙂

        I can’t speak for most men, but you already know my own thoughts on it. As far as women go, I think many of them probably feel icky and unclean during their period and don’t want to have happy naked fun time for that reason.

        There are exceptions, of course. 🙂

        (Sorry about the delay in response….I’m not getting the comment notification emails for some reason).

        — PB

        Comment by The Panserbjørne | October 29, 2009

      • A few things are off – smokedawgs comments aren’t in synch either!

        Temptress, Silia and I all feel sensual during that time …. so exceptions? not so sure!

        Comment by Fantasia Lillith | October 30, 2009

      • Well, comments out of synch or not, glad to be part of the discussion. I second Thorn’s pleasure at the salon-style vibe lately (wonder if that latest salon challenge had anything to do with it?)….would love for this to be a place to not only be aroused but also arouse thought and discussion.

        Comment by smokedawg | October 30, 2009

      • A Salon … yes I would love that too – but it depends a great deal on the comments made by others. I will do what I can to write something that will from time to time really make a “buzz”. See what happens.

        Comment by Fantasia Lillith | November 1, 2009

      • Lord knows I’m a blabbermouth when it comes to sex stuff, so I’m sure I’ll find some way to either spark conversation…or simply stick my foot in my mouth for the entertainment of the masses. 😉

        Comment by smokedawg | November 2, 2009

      • Over and over I hope!!

        Comment by fantasiaspillowtalk | November 3, 2009

  2. Ahhhh!! How freeing. It’s like you’ve just made a woman’s worst fear totally sexy!! Way to go!! 🙂 It is a beautiful story too, tender and sensual. Well done.

    Comment by Silia | October 27, 2009 | Reply

    • Such a complement from our winner! thank you Silia for your praise. It means a great deal to me. Ever wonder why it’s our fear? where did that come from … that’s what I want to know! Parents? school? friends? where? I can’t recall when I learned to be embarrassed…. you?

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | October 27, 2009 | Reply

    • Oh Silia I take it you liked Fantasia’s bloody story 🙂
      A sense of Déjà vu perhaps?
      And Fantasia you did a great job. I can only see in red now.

      Comment by thorn | October 27, 2009 | Reply

      • Thorn! you two … crazy love birds. Seeing red? *chuckle*

        Comment by Fantasia Lillith | October 27, 2009

  3. I haven’t quite gotten around to writing any menstrual-oriented erotica, though I keep meaning to. This was very well done, and very sexy.

    My wife and I don’t often have sex during menses, but when we do, I find that penetration is easier, much earlier on, because of the blood providing lubrication of its own…and perhaps there are hormonal reasons as well.

    I’ve never been bothered by her leaving blood on me, either. Hell, the only blood that wigs me out is my own…LOL

    She tends to be reluctant to let me eat her out during menstruation. Sometimes, she’s so hot that she asks me to, but perhaps only two or three times in our nearly 12 years of marriage. During those times, I tend to focus only on her clit and outer labia, as I think she would be weirded out if I delved deeper with my tongue…and besides, I’m not a big fan of the salty-metallic tang of blood.

    Anyway, a very nice story, with an uncommon set of circumstances compared to most erotica.

    Comment by smokedawg | October 28, 2009 | Reply

    • Thank you!! and I look forward to seeing what you come up with when you do get around to writing your own!

      it’s amazing to me – but it seems that more and more – I am hearing from men that they don’t mind it. So again I can’t help wonder – why do women feel men hate it?

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | October 28, 2009 | Reply

      • Women are conditioned to think that EVERYTHING is wrong with them. I mean, douches, for example. A wet wash cloth…light use of soap…and the vagina is good to go. A mostly self-cleaning wonder. But women are made to think that there’s something wrong with the smell down there and that it’s a filthy place until purged of every natural smell it has. Less so these days than when I was younger, but it’s still there.

        Hair, skin, nails, eyes, etc…nothing is right until you fix it with some product. Or so the ads and media tell us. Men get some of that, but not nearly to the same extent.

        So, with that backdrop, you have something bloody, and women are going to assume there’s nothing the man will want to do with it. And, frankly, there probably are a lot of men who’d freak. But I don’t know…short of feces and vomit, I’m a pretty open minded guy myself.

        There’s an inherent notion that the woman is untouchable during menses, and that goes back to biblical times when a woman was “unclean” during that period (no pun intended, honest) of time she was bleeding.

        Blood = injury or illness too, in a lot of people’s minds.

        So, I think women worry about it too much, but they have a legit reason to be concerned about men’s reactions to it, because men, too, are bombarded with what society says is “right” and “desirable” and “proper.”

        Comment by smokedawg | October 28, 2009

      • wow … thank you! I think that everything you said has value. I nodded all the way. Although I would say that it’s becoming more true for men as well.

        Does it not then – indicate a lack of real communication between men and women if we “assume” versus “know” what a person will “think”? the whole ass out of u and me thing … I wonder why we find talking about these “limits” or lack thereof?

        Comment by Fantasia Lillith | October 28, 2009

      • Fear, Fantasia. Fear of ridicule. Rejection. Marginalization.

        The reluctance to talk about something like menstruation and sex comes from much the same source as the reluctance to talk about sexual fantasies or fetishes.

        My wife is a smoker, and it was several years into our marriage before I worked up the nerve to start dropping so much as mild hints that I had a smoking fetish.

        Sometimes our assumptions (and underlying fears) are totally baseless. But at the same time, sometimes we don’t know how open our partners are to potentially touchy topics, menstrual or otherwise.

        And it gets much harder when it gets into sexual territory. So much baggage wrapped around it. And particularly in the U.S., where we think we’re so sexually liberated and we’re probably more uptight than most of the Europeans whom we assume are sexual prudes (the English and Germans, for example, who probably out-kink most Americans).

        You’re right though, it is a lack of communication. But even in the best relationships…and in my marriage, my wife and I can talk about just about anything with relative ease…there will always be topics one will fear that the other will find “too weird.”

        My wife has been reluctant and slow to share certain fantasies with me, for example, even though I told her early on that there are probably only three or four things that I am totally against in relation to sex/fun/intimacy (pedophilia, hard drugs, scat and barf). And even in those areas, I told her that just because I wouldn’t DO any of them wouldn’t mean she couldn’t talk about them (I was pretty sure the only one of them she might have even considered in terms of fantasy might be drugs). But even telling her that, and knowing that they weren’t on my “exclusion list,” my wife took forever before she admitted she might find it cool to do the golden shower thing one day, and that she’d like to figure out a way to have me get with a guy someday while she watched. So even with me giving her a pass, she still felt scared sharing those two with me.

        Sorry for the mini-blog there…I’m trying to avoid work that I really should be doing. 😉

        Comment by smokedawg | October 28, 2009

      • Smokedawg – I have to agree with Silia – you are amazingly open and have wonderful insight – mini blog away!

        Having lived most of my life in Europe I can tell you with absolute certainty that north Americans on a whole are far more prude and shy about all these things. I lived in Germany and yes – they out Kink the US by a lot. I lived in both Mediterranean and Northern Europe, I’ve lived in other countries on other continents and only in North America have I been confronted with such an inability to be frank about sexual appetites.

        Fear. you hit the nail on the head – north America is built on it. Not so in other civilised countries I’ve had the pleasure of living in. I find it sad that there can and is fear between a loving couple. no matter how small that fear is … I can’t help think is it fear within ourselves? we really make some odd assumptions.

        I consider myself very very lucky to be with a man that does not have any issues with any of my fantasies (that includes the ones your wife talked about … ahmmm…). I believe that to be Real in a relationship you have to let go of the Ego … and the fear. Because most of our fears are ego based. What will He/She think of me. That’s the ego … the illusion of who we think we are.

        I applaud you and your wife for managing to navigate the tricky waters of puritanical North American taboos.

        Comment by Fantasia Lillith | October 29, 2009

      • Wow, Smokedawg, your comments are so open, and frank, honest and enlightened. So refreshing.

        Fantasia, frankly I could care less if this entire conversation bothers some people. For me, its been no short of liberating. I remember being embarrassed about having my period before I got it and mortified when I did get it. Why? Maybe just because my mother made such a big deal out of it…womanhood and all that. When you’re 11 its a bit hard to handle. I never wanted anyone to know when I had it, but wearing those ridiculous huge pads they had in the early 80’s did help matters. Now, the young girls are lucky. The tampon applicators they have are almost sexy – Pearl…how lovely. Thorn and I did have to leap that hurdle and, if I do say so, we managed quite gracefully – thanks to Thorn really. Its not even an issue, in fact, now between us, its become a special time. Anyway, did I mention how glad I am you wrote this? Well I am. Thanks again.

        Comment by Silia | October 28, 2009

      • I think you are indeed lucky – I’d love to hear more from Thorn on this.

        I wonder how much is cultural? I think back to my time spent in Scandinavian countries for example and it was never an issue – in fact fetish and such are often the subject of conversation. In France as well, Belgium too … even when I was in North Africa did I have one conversation hat I know would shock any North American and it was with a cab driver!

        Are women all over made to feel this way or just North American’s based on the British prude Victorian era mentality? I am starting to wonder.

        Silia – I am glad this has been so liberating. I wish more people would comment – and perhaps it will come. But perhaps fear is keeping them silent. It’s harder to comment an opinion than a reflection on fun or quality of product.

        Comment by Fantasia Lillith | October 29, 2009

  4. Well, my thanks to both you and Silia with regard to kind words about my insight and openness. Hard to tell sometimes when I’m rambling and when I’m actually SAYING sometime…LOL. As for being open…well, it’s a lot easier when my real name remains hidden behind a facade known as Smokedawg. Nothing wrong with that, because that’s the beauty of the Internet, but it’s the real sources of my frankness, as opposed to any overwhelming courage on my part. 😉

    Comment by smokedawg | October 29, 2009 | Reply

    • And now me&u … look what you’ve started!! wonderful! thank you for coming forward with such honesty and starting the real dialogue on this!

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | October 30, 2009 | Reply

  5. OK, that’s weird, my latest comment popped all the way up to position #4 instead of being at the bottom? Strange…

    Comment by smokedawg | October 29, 2009 | Reply

  6. Oh my goodness that was sooo hot. I was hanging on every word.
    I always love having sex when I’m on my period though… there is something about it… not to mention it is always when I am feeling the most sexual.
    Very well written!! He sounds like an awesome lover…

    Comment by Temptress | October 29, 2009 | Reply

    • I am starting to think it’s really not that taboo!!

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | October 30, 2009 | Reply

  7. You might wonder why such acts are so taboo – so outrageous for some that even the Hell’s Angels have a dedicated Wing (Wings are patches of cloth or metal pins which denote sexual deviations) for gang members that have had sex with a menstruating woman (ref. Bill Valentine’s Gang Intelligence book). So why is such an act depicted as taboo by the “vox populi”? There are many reasons…as smokedawg mentions. It is also frowned on by the church as well as by islam and members of the medical profession. This, combined with the simple fact the individuals typically fear blood or should I say the blood of others, and the general perception of uncleanliness makes this act taboo. Great!! I’m happy then, to claim my red wing as well as my white, black and brown – and even purple! (some lovers have been so “passive” in bed they might as well actually have been “dead”). Damn it feels great to be so deviant! LOL.

    Comment by me&u | October 29, 2009 | Reply

  8. I made the mistake of not returning to this fascinating conversation earlier. Still better late than never. I agree fully with Smokedawg, the underlying element of any taboo is religion… Always… no exception.

    me&u, I’m fully convinced that religion (and I mean all of them no exception at all) is man made. Pillow Talk might not be the obvious place to discuss ecclesiastical matters but hell why not. It was those men who believed that they were personally contacted by God (or their followers) who conjured the masculine attribute to Divinity. The validity of this line of thought is entirely based on brute force with the male human being more powerful physically than the female. A case in point in the animal kingdom is that of Hyenas. Because the female is the stronger and larger genre she is the Matriarch and she sets the rules. I’m sure monotheist hyenas have a Goddess rather than a God.

    Fantasia, my friend
    Your boudoir is turning into a veritable salon. I like being here. I really do…

    Silia, love of my life, before you it never occurred to me to even contemplate the matter. I had never done it, pure and simple.
    Now, however,come sit on my face. I’m not going to stop licking, sticking my tongue deep inside, eating or making love to you, whether you’re bleeding or not. When you’re horny enough and want me just say the word. I, of course, don’t need to make the announcement. You know that I’m always in heat when I’m around you 🙂

    Comment by Thorn | October 30, 2009 | Reply

    • Thorn, Wonderful comment. As a Pagan, I can assure you we at least have the female as well as the male in our spirituality – after all it’s about balance and you can’t have one without the other. The joy of spirituality without religion my friend!

      I am loving the idea of using the sensuality of my stories as a spring board for discussions on other issues. I believe that our sexual personalities show a lot more about who we are than we might think. All our angsts and freedoms are most visible in how we approach sex. A real Salon?? I may have to change the name of my Blog!

      As for Silia and you … Oooooh I look forward to her response.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | October 30, 2009 | Reply

  9. That was awesome! Thank you!!

    Comment by elsiewrites | October 30, 2009 | Reply

    • Why was it awesome for you?? I’d love to know more ….

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | November 1, 2009 | Reply

  10. Good lord, am I late to the party or what?!? But I’ll add my two cents anyway. Amazing story Fantasia – I do believe it is the first erotic story I’ve read where the woman is having her period and it was truly hot! I must confess that not too long ago I had a surprise leak on my husband (thought my period was over) and I was all, “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” He didn’t act like it was a big deal at all — and if I had read this story before that maybe I would have found it hot too? Next time perhaps!

    Comment by wifegonebad | October 31, 2009 | Reply

    • I am going to try and “go there” from time to time … see how others react. But I want to keep it sensual and romantic if possible. I don’t want to go into the realm of pure sex. It’s not what I am about. I need to keep that intellectual, sensual … human side.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | November 1, 2009 | Reply

  11. This without a doubt came across as an “out of the box” moment. Loved the changes in the story. It kind of went from narrative to an actual scene taking place in my mind as I read and read and read… Nice explosion of excitement and shyness and release. I could see your bodies collaspe blissfully to the shower floor, two babies curled… in love.

    Comment by Jeraud Craig | November 3, 2009 | Reply

  12. stimuates my appetites

    Comment by lady maggie | November 3, 2009 | Reply

  13. Lush! What a delicious romp.

    Comment by carolandphil | November 4, 2009 | Reply

  14. […] By the way, if you want to read the story by Fantasia Lillith that got me worked up enough to include a menstrual sex theme, and the very intriguing comments and discussion about it, click here and read “The Red of Blood“. […]

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  15. One of the sweetest as well as exquisitely written pieces of erotica I have had the great pleasure of reading! That it’s a mentruation piece notwithstanding.

    It has been enlightening not only reading the post, but the fantastically open discussion that it has prompted too, both from male and female perspectives.

    This is what blogging was made for. Expression, creativity and community.


    Comment by ladypandorah | December 13, 2009 | Reply

    • I find I always fear what my small but loyal readers might say when I venture into things that are perhaps less “vanilla”. They always surprise me with their profound comments and ability to share so openly. It is what keeps me blogging. Thank you for your comment and I hope you will join in the discussions. Your eloquence will be greatly appreciated!

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | December 13, 2009 | Reply

  16. The title here hooked me in immediately. I am also blessed with Goddess-given fangs, a physical trait that despite all of my self-portraits, never reveals itself.

    This piece is beautiful, and as in all of your writing, you have a gift for rendering the culturally “taboo” (a ridiculous word) into poetry.

    Comment by Kalliope Amorphous | January 3, 2010 | Reply

    • Kalliope – I am humbled … really. Your praise is such a gift. From an artist like yourself. Thank you. I plan on doing a few more of this nature. Golden showers come to mind!

      fangs are sexy I say ….

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | January 3, 2010 | Reply

  17. Being overly self-interested, I missed this great story. Too much gazing into my own starry eyes, I suppose! *grin*

    Part of truly good sex is being open and free of shame. Too often, we are posturing up until the last minute, for we have too many negative voices/images in our heads. I know a friend who still worries to this day about if she can keep a pretty expression while she is in the midst of orgasm. I guess she feels that one does not need to look possessed, while having a super climax.

    Our taboos have meanings and there comes a time when a few (period sex) need to be examined and disregarded, if needed. No angelic warrior avenger is coming from On High to smite those who do engage in menstrual sex.

    I have came across very few men who desired it but any guy who acted like I needed to be chained outside for the duration, did not get to date me.

    For a guy who likes it, I wonder how long he goes before he finds a woman who likes it, too. Women are made to feel so filthy and dirty for a biological process that is crucial to life. (We need the ovulation and menses cycle, to get us ready for pregnancy. Maybe we are afraid of blood flow that dos not lead to death?)

    I have wondered of some guys who scream like they are getting tortured at the mention of menstrual sex are concerned with the woman being inaccessible. In that, I mean she is not at a time where she is ready to conceive nor is she there to give him unbridled pleasure with her clasping and wet vagina. He has to take care in action, take care of her orgasm and you know, what if she gets off and then gets hit by a big cramp or a super burst of flow and needs to stop? Can he just hold her and wait? Or will he feel left out? Oh boy!

    I am not adverse to sex on my period but it is my time to withdraw. Not like in the old days where some cultures allowed women to take a few days off the regular community workload–hell, I bet I would be happy for a period then. But I do pull my body and mind away from everyone and let Nature work on me.

    As for religions, some call it anathema (rather it makes sense or not) and others say that it is the most powerful time for a woman, so she should do certain things in ritual work. But I would be remiss if I ignored the impact of Judaism and Christianity on menstruation during sex. Namely, they made it a big no-no that is implies a deep level of pollution that goes beyond the skin.

    And finally, I almost fell in love with a nice guy who did not love me precisely because he was not kinky. I was so pleased to not have to deal with kinky/nasty/freaky/pervy that I thought I fell into a Utopian fairybook land.
    It was wonderfully hot and passionate regular sex! But I do not thumb my nose at kinky/nasty/freaky/pervy. (I just need variety of the pedestrian type!)

    Between the breath play, biting, gagging, blood flowing and wild orgasms, sounds like you had a gem!

    If you wish to share more, please do!

    Comment by Liras | January 9, 2010 | Reply

    • Liras, Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts on this! I think what it boils down to is relaxing into a relationship. The problem with taboos and fears is that it takes away from who you might really be and your ability to relax and enjoy something as wonderful as orgasm. If I was worried about how I looked I don’t think I’d be able to achieve the mind blowing orgasms I have the pleasure of experiencing.

      If you allow others to tell you what you should or should not enjoy you miss out on the adventure of figuring it out for yourself. What is my pedestrian and your pedestrian variety may be two entirely different things! I think the line between vanilla and kink shifts with every single individual.

      I have a few more taboos I wish to explore – so I promise I will. Just need to figure out … how.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | January 11, 2010 | Reply

  18. We are all looking forward to your further ‘explorations’!

    Comment by Liras | January 17, 2010 | Reply

  19. Wow, incredibly beautiful story…so well written, very erotic. I also enjoy period sex. Very few men I’ve found who do, though. But there was one. We looked like we were in a massacre the next morning. It was incredibly arousing, to me, at least.


    Comment by Goddess Aphrodite | February 7, 2010 | Reply

    • I am humbled by your praise. I think that more men would be ok with it if they didn’t worry about what others might think. It taps into the hunter in them I believe. Most men deny what they secretly want … almost more so than women. Shocking I know yet true. Ask men about anal sex and see how right I am.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | February 7, 2010 | Reply

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