Period Sex

On average a girl will spend one quarter of her life between the ages of 10 and 55 on her period, so for the majority of men having ‘period sex’ is inevitable. A lot of women will feel that men are disgusted by the idea of it and will therefor use it as an excuse for not having sex. For some men, yes, it is a complete turn off, but for the rest of us the power of the pussy is a much greater force than the thought of getting a little bit of blood on your dick.

It was a just another summer’s evening in August 2010; the sky was blue, the drinks had began to flow and small town of Lagos, Portugal was preparing for another night of debauchery. By 10pm I had managed to drink my usual half bottle of vodka before turning up to work as a promoter for a small, yet busy bar, which was about a five-minute walk from the town centre.

On the way to work David had reminded me that, since I had broken a string on his guitar and failed to have it repaired, he was devising a plan to get revenge. It sounded like a fairly petty reason for needing any kind revenge, but when you drink every day for three months being unreasonable is the norm and irrational thought becomes somewhat of a regular occurrence.

 “So you’re going to get me back because I didn’t get the string fixed on the guitar?”

“I’ve given you a whole day to get it repaired, I love that guitar and I’m not prepared to let you get away with breaking it.” David snarled as he emptied the last drops of his vodka lemonade into his mouth.

“So how are you going to get me back?”

“You’ll see.” He replied with a sly grin on his face.

David had made many promises for revenge in the past and a lot of the time he never followed through with anything overly effective, but I felt as though this time he had actually meant want he said.

During the night I approached four Italian girls and invited them to visit my bar for a few drinks. They seemed rather hesitant, but agreed to swing by after they met up with their friends at a different bar on the other side of town. They were from Turin in northern Italy, which would explain why two of them had noticeably blue eyes. I decided that, as I am a sucker for a nice set of eyes, one of them would be my target.

By 1.50am there was still no sign of the Italians and after a hard night of drinking and socialising it was almost time for me to finish work. The only actual ‘work’ I ever did at that place was to mop the floors once the final partygoers had exited the bar. By 2.15am we had usually finished our staff duties and it was yet again time to hit one of the two decent bars open until 4am, ‘Inside Out’ or ‘Grand Café’.

As I made my way out the door I noticed a familiar looking group of girls standing no more than 30 metres down the road. It was the Italians. As I began to approach the group I noticed that two men had stopped to talk to them, and judging by their use of hand gestures they were also Italian.

“Hey” I said interrupting what seemed like a very intense conversation.

“Oh hello, we were just on our way to come see you. Has your bar closed?”

“Yeah, but I’m on my way to Grand Café now if you guys want to come with me.” I replied.

In some ways meeting up with girls after work was a much better option because attempting to seduce girls whilst trying to keep your boss happy isn’t exactly an easy task.

After introducing myself to their new male friends it became immediately apparent that they had a certain twinkle in their eyes when making eye contact. My sexual orientation radar suggested that they were gay and judging by their perfect complexions, abnormally toned bodies and flamboyant dress sense I had no reason to think otherwise. I could confidently dismiss them as any type of threat to my penis' well-being.

We made it to the bar by 2.30am and as I had until 4am to make my intentions clear, I had to move fast. Upon our arrival I noticed a group of my friends congregated at the far end of the bar. I decided that if I was going to isolate one of the blue-eyed Italians I would have to merge the two groups in an attempt to keep the rest of them distracted.

After introducing the Italians to my group of friends I noticed that one of the blue-eyed Italians had remained on the far side of the bar to order a drink. She had isolated herself perfectly so I had no other option but to pounce. I was beside her at the bar in what seemed like less than a second; if 10 metre power walking was an Olympic sport I would be up there with the best.

“Hey, I didn’t get your name before.” I said whilst playfully poking her in the ribs.

“Giulietta.” She replied whilst looking deep into my eyes.

Giulietta was short with long wavy hair, sun-kissed skin and a thin build. Her English wasn’t exactly amazing, but she seemed to be able to maintain a good conversation. Within twenty minutes she was grinding her ass up and down my crotch on the dance-floor. My friends and the other Italians had made themselves comfortable at a nearby set of table and chairs; the night was looking promising.

By 4am we had spent the last 45 minutes making out like we were getting paid to do it.

“Do you want to come back to my apartment? We have an awesome rooftop. You can bring all your friends if you want.” I said as we made our way back to the group.

“Okay I will ask them” She replied

The rest of the Italians agreed to join us for a party on the rooftop, which seemed like a great idea at the time, but David had Ideas of his own.

The group quickly made it’s way through the clusters of drunken tourists down towards our doorstep. As I reached into my back pocket for the key to our apartment I heard a voice yelling down to us from on of the windows. It was David welcoming the group and I to join him for drinks on the rooftop. David sounded outrageously drunk and with the knowledge that he was most likely to take revenge out on me tonight, I very cautiously lead the group up the three flights of stairs towards the rooftop.

Upon our arrival David proceeded to greet the group completely naked. The girls were understandably taken back by having a naked man mingling amongst them. With each side-to-side movement of his penis the girls became noticeably more uncomfortable. Not only was David attempting to cock-block me, he was trying to pull off the ultimate four way cock-block.

I decided to take everyone downstairs to the bedrooms in hope that David would follow us leaving the rooftop completely free for us to sneak back up to. As it turns out it was one of my most brilliant ideas. Within 30 minutes Giulietta and I had the entire rooftop to ourselves whilst David was busy ruining everybody else’s night in the bedrooms below.

“I have my period” Giulietta blurted out before I could even start to kiss her again.

“It’s okay, I do too” I replied keeping a straight face.

At this point in the night I didn’t really care if I had a little bit of blood on my dick and I had had my fair share of period sex, but nothing would prepare me for this.

After some of the roughest sex I’ve ever had in my life I decided to walk back down the stairs towards the kitchen in search of water. As the rooftop had been pitch-black, I made my way through the darkness and shuffled my feet along the ground to avoid falling down the stairs. I was only a few steps down when the lights were suddenly switched on and I watched as what seemed like a stampede of humans came running up the stairs towards me. Alan was the first of the group to stop walking up the stairs. He had a look on his face as if he had smelt a fart and seen a ghost at the same time.

“What the fuck is on your shirt?” He yelled.

As I slowly looked down at my shirt the group on the stairs burst out laughing.  If they didn’t know any better it would of seemed as though I had brutally murdered Giulietta. My T-shirt was covered in blood and some of it had begun to drip off my t-shirt onto my legs. “How could a girl’s vagina produce so much blood?” I remember thinking to myself as Alan made his way towards me and proceeded to put his palm up to offer a ‘high five’.

“That’s fucking disgusting, but awesome!” He screamed

As I put my hand up to meet his he quickly pulled away. It was too dark and I was too drunk to realise my forearm and fingers were also drenched in blood.

- Gavin Madden