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Subject: Love is a Battlefield (M/F, spanking, messy sex)
From: bookbabe@bigfoot.com (Michele )
Date: 1 Oct 1998 22:11:31 -0700

Love is a Battlefield.

"Messy Sex."

This story features a menstruating woman having sex. If the idea makes you uncomfortable, please read no further, unless, of course, you enjoy examining what makes you uncomfortable :-)

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I like my sex messy. I glory in getting sticky and wet, a lover's cum spread across my skin, shiny, pungent and sweet to taste. All this fluid is a symbol of our passion made visible, tangible, something we've created through our desire for each other. I can touch it. Taste it. Sometimes, after you leave my bed, I'll bury my face against the wrinkled sheets, still warm from our bodies, rubbing my cheeks and nose against the imprint of your body and your cum stain.

And so I find it very arousing to fuck when I'm menstruating. I feel powerful and strong when I'm shedding blood, for this process is the most tangible symbol that I am sexual, alive, and that within me lies the possibility of creating life. And I feel sexually insatiable, too, capable of orgasming over and over.

This power becomes a rite that I want to share with you. And one you want to share with me.

Lying together naked on my bed, you notice the small changes in my body. The scent and flavour of my skin are different- saltier, pungent, with a tinge of copper. My breasts are fuller, rounder, the aureoles dark violet, nipples acutely sensitive and quick to erect. While your touch is light and teasing, it transmits itself to my nipples as an almost-pain that is intensely pleasurable. As you suckle me, my hands cradling your head, little rivers of pain shoot through my breasts, travelling down to my cramping belly.

Your hands knead my belly and you notice how tender and swollen my flesh is. Sliding further down, you stroke my pubes, squeeze my mons. Expertly you part the lips of my sex, your fingers finding the string of my tampon. You wrap it around your index finger and tug, slowly, gently.

Teasingly I tighten my cunt muscles, providing resistance as you try to pull out the tampon. "Give it up," you urge me, your face buried in my neck, and with a pleased laugh I comply, feeling the tampon slide out of my pussy with a wet, sucking sound. A small rivulet of blood follows, coating my vulva with its stickiness.

You plunge a finger into my cunt, then use the blood to lubricate my clit. The little knob is so needy, thrusting from its hood, so eager to be touched. You squeeze it lightly, over and over, finding the rhythm I need to cum. As you finger me, your knuckles rub against my slit, the lips so swollen and full, and soon I am cumming, arching against your hand, squeezing it between my thighs, crying out in pleasure. but I'm not yet sated.

Your bloodied hand slides up my body, staining my belly and breasts. Cupping my face, you draw me to you to kiss my mouth, your fingers spreading my blood on my cheek and ear, matting my hair. As we kiss, your finger eases into my mouth, and I lick it curiously, tasting my blood, tasting metal and soil under moonlight.

And now it's you who wishes to taste my blood. You spread kisses down the length of my body, your lips so hot that each kiss is like a burn on my skin, glowing and bright. Your tongue delves through the forest of my pubes to find the cleft of my sex. You suck at my labia; they feel spongy and full under your tongue. I am ripe and full of juices, ready to break under your mouth.

Without hesitation you plunge your tongue into my cunt, savoring my taste- salty, thick, warm in your mouth. I wipe my sex against your face, branding you. Marking you with my blood. You feast on me, swallowing my blood, the taste rich and bitter against your tongue. The room seems flooded with the odor of the menses leaking from my sex. My arousal builds and builds as you lick at my clit. I imagine swallowing you whole, absorbing you into my body. A return to the elemental. A reversal of birth.

My climax nears; the same muscles that are cramping are the ones that pulse and contract with pleasure. "Make me cum," I moan, and you thrust two fingers roughly into my pussy, and more blood leaks out, oozing toward my anus. Wetting your little finger in the blood, you worm it into my ass, sucking hard on my clit, and I'm cumming, the orgasm deep and powerful, each nerve ending singing. Yet still I need more.

Abruptly you turn me over, so that I'm lying face down on the bed, still gasping. Holding me down with your hand on my neck, you start to spank me. Fast and hard. I feel my ass cheeks shifting each time your hand descends, and I arch up to meet it, hungry for more sensation.

Normally I can't take a hard hand-spanking right away; I need time to sink into that dark space where the pain becomes pleasure, but not tonight. I feel capable of taking a lot of pain, right away. My need is very immediate and intense.

"Don't stop," I beg, hugging the pillow beneath my breasts as you focus your attention on my thighs as I yip and yelp with glee. I rock back and forth, presenting my ass for you, needing to feel you spank me as hard as you can.

"You're a greedy bitch," you note with amusement, and I laugh and nod, feeling my arousal spiral higher and higher with each loud crack of your hand against my skin. From the deep ache in my muscles, I know that I'll be feeling this spanking for days. But for now I drink in the pain, feeling it sink into my bones and burn.

With each blow my bottom quivers and bounces, and your hand makes a sticky sound as your bloodied fingers land on my cheeks. A different kind of marking altogether, I muse to myself, laughing again. Ones that I can wash away.

Pulling myself upright and away from your punishing hand, I turn to face you once again, pushing you flat on your back. You grin in pleased surprise. Straddling you, I slide your cock into my cunt, and you pierce me in one smooth movement, finding no resistance in the wetness of my sex. Never have I been so wet for you, so slick and hot against the thickness of your erection. I bring your bloody hands up to my breasts, and your squeeze the nipples, painting them, leaving scarlet fingerprints on my flesh.

I ride your cock fiercely, plunging up and down, grinding my sex against your wiry pubes. A sudden cramp seizes me, and I contract my cunt muscles hard around your cock. Beneath me you buck and thrust, your hands gripping my ass to thrust your length as deep into me as you can go.

With a fierce cry I climax again, triumphant, like some warrior queen above her subject. I pull myself off you abruptly and smile at your sudden, bereft noise. But quickly I reverse position and take your dick into my mouth, my head facing your feet. I can taste the blood coating your erection and my tongue flicks at the clots in the bush of your pubes.

I suck strongly, deeply, feeling your shaft slide along my tongue as you thrust in and out of my mouth. Grabbing one of my legs you pull my ass toward you, your hand seeking out my cunt once again. As I suck your cock, your fingers plunge into my pussy, sawing back and forth. I make tiny, protesting noises as I feed on you.

"Come again, you insatiable bitch. Come on. Come on." As you goad me, you start to spank me with your free hand, the hand that fucks me moving in counterpoint with the one that belabours my ass. You seem determined to wrest one more orgasm from my cramping, bleeding sex.

My hand slips to your balls, feeling how tight they are in their hairy, silky sac, and I know that you're moments away from orgasming. Flooding my mouth with saliva I suck hard on your glans, one hand wrapped around the base of your dick, the other gently squeezing your balls. With a glad shout you climax, your cum flooding my mouth. Greedily I drink it down, its bitter, warm saltiness mixing with the coppery taste of my blood.

Thrusting a third finger into my cunt, you press hard on my clit with your thumb, and once again a climax seizes me, this one so strong that I double over in pain. You keep spanking me as your fingers ream me, forcing yet another spasm from my clenching sex, until I protest, and you triumphantly ease them from me.

"Had enough?" you crow, and I nod, laughing and gasping, my head resting on your leg.

I pivot so that once again we are facing each other, and you pull me down on top of you for a slow deep kiss. Breaking the kiss I look down at you and the bed with bemusement. My blood is spread over your face, cock and hands, and streaked on the sheets. Curling against you, I lap at the dried blood on your cheeks and chin, suck the menses clinging to your fingers. Our skin sticks together, the combination of blood, spittle and semen bonding us.

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