Kari gave me a temporary tattoo before he left for school. The parents told me to make myself comfy in their home while they left for work. I left their place around noon and had individually written them different ‘thank you’ notes for sharing their presence with me the past couple of days. Alongside that, I left them a swan feather I had found during the road trip. A couple of hours later, Lilja had it all framed and set on her display counter.
The campground guy picked me up and offered to take me out to eat then didn’t pay for my portion. That’s when I noticed I started to feel extremely sensitive. I still don’t know how to tell a guy I like being taken care of financially. It’s not that I have an expectation for it but it’s a big factor in what I find attractive.
We agreed to have a simple day together, so he took me home to his family’s place and we cuddled while watching It’s Always Sunny. He fingered me during the meantime. I hate to admit it but those boys who play video games at home all day sure know how to make their hands feel like vibrators.
At this point I was very ready to get fucked. He went to take a bathroom break and I continued to finger myself. That’s when I realized I had started to bleed. I hoped to god he wouldn’t care because it was the only reason I was hanging out with him.
He came back and mounted me, ready to play.
I gently pushed him off and said, “You brought on my period. Are you okay with blood?”
He wasn’t phased. Instead, he grabbed a couple of towels and placed them on the bed. He sat up and rested his back on his bed frame then placed my body in a horizontal position over his thighs. Apparently, he grew up wrestling and practicing jiu jitsu so he pinned my body just like my brother’s physics teacher did in the wrestling room last year. I was unable to scratch him or move whatsoever. He had me locked and under his control. He finger blasted me and I squirted all over his hands. I pulled them out to see they were covered white in cum paired with blotches of crimson red. Blood and piss stains were splattered all throughout his bed.
I was aching for his cock, however he couldn’t get it up no matter what I did. It didn’t help that all of the emotions that came with my moon were beginning to surface. Every small perception of a problem became magnified.
“Is there something wrong with me?” I asked.
Suddenly, he felt terrible and reassured me nothing was wrong.
“If anything, this is just a curse on my end,” he said.
Still, I took it personally and began to cry. I only gave him a couple of tears even though I genuinely wanted to blow up. I could tell he didn’t know how to comfort nor handle a woman’s emotional waves, sensing he would probably freak out over the slightest energy shift.
“Is this really upsetting you?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, “because I associate sex as love and I’m really trying not to make that association right now, but my mind just does it.”
“Do you not see how into you I am?” he asked. “Notice how all over you I am. I wouldn’t be doing that if I weren’t interested. It’s just I really need to know you before we have sex.”
I had a hard time receiving the information since I was the complete opposite.
“Our culture nowadays is all about one night stands and hook ups,” he continued, “I don’t really fit into that category which makes it hard for me to meet women.”
“I think that’s healthy,” I said. I understood what he was getting at and I knew deep down that was a really good character trait, however my pussy was wet and there was a naked man laying next to me whom I haven’t fucked yet so I was growing aggravated.
Then he says, “I love you. I want you to know that, I really do love you and I’m going to miss you.”
I stared back at him. “Let’s just watch It’s Always Sunny.”
The episode we watched was the one where Mac was pretending to bang some chick then the gang walked in on them to find they were just sitting next to each other completely clothed and reading. The girl said he couldn’t get it up and assumed he was gay.
“Sure picked the episode,” I said.
I let my guard down, then we went to the grocery store with his friend even though I really didn’t want to. As usual when I’m bleeding, I have a strong urge to hide from everyone. I didn’t even want to be around him, but once again, the fact he was in my presence meant I had to have him, otherwise I was just wasting my time.
He offered to buy me cookies to help with the cramps then I ended up paying for it on my own. I wish men could see an energetic display of how much that shit turns me off and how turned on I get when a man can financially provide/protect.
When we came back home, his bed was remade with new sheets and the pillows neatly organized. He gave a face of ‘welp, this is awkward.
“It’s magic!” he said.
I put my hands over my mouth. “Oh my god. This is so awkward.”
His mom had remade his bed while we were gone. Although sweet, I felt as if I could not leave his room and make eye contact with her. Before we left, there were so many wet stains of my piss and blood that it looked like some sort of massacre.
“I hate how she is sometimes,” he said. “She is overly protective.”
A few minutes after that, his parents yelled that dinner was ready.
“I’m not going out there,” I said. It started to feel as if I was with a high schooler. The action figures around his room were making it come off that way even more. “How old are you?” I asked.
“27,” he said, then explained that his parents were in the process of separating and moving to different areas. He was saving up money to buy his own house.
So, we agreed it would be the right thing to do to meet his parents. I showed my face and they were beyond sweet. They had an entire romantic dinner set up, only for the two of us. There was chicken, vegetables, drinks and a romantic aesthetic. I found it interesting how he was raised by such parents and turned out to be such a loser.
After we ate, he started making moves on me quite strongly but now I felt quite reserved and was holding back the desire I had to get filled. I didn’t take well to being teased if I didn’t get the full experience. He was adamant about kissing and touching me. He slid me to the edge of the bed then pulled on the drawstrings of his gray sweatpants.
I peeked at his bulge then back up at his eyes. “Please don’t tease me,” I said. He didn’t have the awareness of how much it fucked with my head. I would actually become vengeful after a certain line was crossed.
He took his cock out and it was raging hard. “I know how much you’ve been waiting for it,” he said. “You’ve been a good girl.”
I smiled from ear to ear. He pulled me close to his hips and placed my ankles on his shoulders, knowing it was my favorite position. He slid himself in, uncaring of the fact that I was nearly pissing blood. When I finally received him, it felt like a hit of dopamine. He watched my face as I took every inch of him in.
Mission accomplished, I thought.
