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11:22PM - Sunday January 18, 2004 Oh god, my hormones are totally holding me hostage. I am officially a wreck. I cry at tht drop of a hat, my stress level is out of control, I have a backache and cramps... Things are not good at el Casa del Wench. Why is it that my period likes to come on weekends when the SnarkyBoy is coming to visit? Damn good thing he's not afraid of a little blood, I tell ya. TMI ahead. You've been warned. CSB showed up on Saturday, having had to miss the last bus up due to being on call late on Friday. We drank some tea, caught up a little, then went to lay down for some full body snuggling. He'd been forewarned that I had my period and might not be up to much because of cramp and general bleah-ness. So we snuggled and talked, and kissed a little... and then of course my libido got the better of my cramps and I causually informed him that I could probably handle some making out and stuff. Heh. What followed was some fucking amazing sex. I have to admit to having bad experiences with guys and my period. I've never actually been with a guy who was really okay with it. I doubt I'll ever find a guy who will revel in it, or as Britt says, a guy who "will use menstrual blood to paint runes" on our naked bodies. So, I'm a little trepidatious when having sex with a newish guy for the first time while on my period. While it wasn't technically the first time, he got off easy because it was the last two days and it was barely a trickle at that point. Friday was crampy old day one, and Saturday was gushing and crampy day two. Oh joy. So, the amazing sex. Lots of kissing and touching and hugging, and while I know it doesn't sound like much after some of my wilder BDSM exploits, sometimes I think going back to basics and just connecting intimately with somebody is great. In fact, it's fabulous. I got some reassurance that a little blood wouldn't be too freaky, and got myself out of my underwear and onto a folded up towel. At this point I think we'd been making out for hours, clothes on, like teenagers. I never got to do that when I was a teenager, so I still find it fun. There's so many things I never got to do as a teenager which I seem to be making up for now. Anyway, I had some of the best, gushiest orgasms ever, and I think I shot come well off the end of the bed, soaked through the towel, and nearly cried. I knocked my bedside lamp off its table at one point. Heh. Mass destruction. After I recovered sufficiantly, I returned the favour. God he's lovely. I love his body, I love the noises he makes when I touch him. We're both getting to the point where we know what each other likes and we're getting good at doing it just right. I think I'm liking this. A lot. Of course, my hormones decided to get all freaky and make me almost cry while we were eating breakfast this morning. I suppose the fact that I'm recuperating from a broken leg, am trying to catch up on last term's studio course while keeping up with the three this term, have spent my last $20 on food while January's rent is unpaid and February's is looming, and have no idea what's going on with my student loan might have something to do with the crying, but I like to blame the hormones. Yeah.
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