Amanda Failure Princess

the good news is, i have my period right now, so 1) i won’t have it next weekend at dinah shore, and 2) i’m not pms-ing anymore and will hopefully stop bursting into tears at any feelings of even mild discomfort.

the bad news is i don’t get to try out my new toys (lube, cock ring, condoms) until at least sunday or monday, when the coast is completely clear.

you might ask, “amanda, why not just do it while you’re on your period? are you not a modern, liberated woman in a steady relationship with a considerate partner?” well, the answer to your question, nosey, is yes, but for some reason period sex has always freaked me out a little. i know some women and their partners don’t mind it at all, some even enjoy it, claiming that the extra hormones and lubrication can lead to some kind of magic, but i am unconvinced. as sexually adventurous as i am, my terrible secret is that i kind of hate body fluids, even my own. being in love for the first time, with joe, has made me understand why people in love/high lust situations don’t mind having someone sweat and jizz all over them, and how it can even be fun, but i’m not into the idea of wet-napping my blood off of myself and my boyfriend.

okay… and there’s something else. since i have been such a bad blogger lately, i am going to let you guys in on a very personal sexual secret of mine. although, on second thought, i may actually be punishing some of you more than rewarding with juicy (unintentional pun) banter, so don’t read on if you hate hearing about ladystuffs.

once, a long time ago, when i was with my ex girlfriend, she insisted upon going down on me while i was on my period. i protested to the best of my abilities, but she wouldn’t let up, so finally i agreed. i was freshly showered and hadn’t been bleeding too heavily, so that kind of made me think everything would be okay. well, so, she was down there, right, and things were actually getting pretty good for me. it felt really intense and i was pretty sure the orgasm was going to be awesome. suddenly she stopped. i looked down at her, her mouth faintly smeared with red, and she was glancing up at me with a look of dismay that i had never seen on anyone before. her voice wavered, “i…i don’t think i can do this.”

it was so humiliating! i felt so disgusting and gross, even though it wasn’t my fault and it was her stupid idea. it only added to my shame that i had been enjoying it so much, and to this day i wonder if the pleasure equation in any way involved the menstrual factor. the answer to that question is something i will never know, however, because i vowed at that very moment that no lover of mine would ever look at me with that kind of unconcealable terror in their eyes again, at least not during the act.

so, there you have it, my traumatizing period sex story. it’s not like i haven’t fooled around or even had what i would consider sex while bleeding since, but i always make sure to keep it nice and clean, with nothing too crazy.

with that, i wish you a fine weekend. i am planning on taking it easy because i am going to have a busy week writing, hopefully working, and preparing for dinah aka not eating anything, running every day, and laying in the sun establishing a base tan… aka probably passing out and dying before i even get to palm springs!