Bleed for me lover. This is not a night for prudence; it is a night for indulgence.  Don’t speak to me of your embarrassment and don’t tell me you’re ashamed.  No, it isn’t gross either, I think it’s wonderful.  Mother Nature bestowed you with this treasure, and the menstrual river flowing from between your legs is evidence of the magical power you possess.  Come my angel, I want to feel the blood leave your body… I can’t fathom a more suitable time of the month for us to make love.
            I’ll start with my hand; spread your legs and let it run out.  Lower your guard and give it all to me, empty the bottled up vulnerabilities from inside you.  That sensation on the tips of my fingers… warm, thick, and red.  I feel so close to you, thank you for providing this gift.  Throughout history humanity has sworn oaths in blood; for love, for war, for vengeance.  And now you and I can practice this tradition, your fluids are a demonstration of the passion we’ll share this night.  These stained sheets will survive as an inviolable monument to our pleasure.
            That’s not enough, I need to taste it.  Put your hands on my head, yes that’s it; fight your inhibitions and listen to your instincts - push me down there.  I can see it now, I can see the life leaking from your cunt.  How amazing is this?  I’m spreading it across your thighs and I’m wiping some on my neck.  We are branded now, marked with an incantation of our bliss.
            Now I’m going to climb on top, are you ready?  No, don’t look away; keep your eyes locked with mine.  In this moment the blood is a testament to your allegiance… a testament to my supremacy.  Don’t avoid my gaze, I want to appreciate that look on your face; split open and oozing.  Yes, reveal it all to me, bleed for me.
            Ride me, pour yourself all over me.  I don’t want your cookies and I have no need for your maternal instincts.  I desire nothing but this night and the rawest parts of you; shivering, trembling, helpless.  We are connected now, a part of each other, bound by blood, sweat, and semen.  Our souls have touched and no one can ever take that from us, you’ll never forget me nor I you.     
                It’s over.  Fall into my arms and let me shield you from the world.  In this moment I would protect you from the devil himself.  I own you now child.  Relish my loving embrace.  I can feel your heart racing.  This emotion is so pure, so real… so human.  The blood has cooled now and I can see it dried brown on my fingers.  This night I would sacrifice everything to satisfy you, I would die a thousand horrible deaths to serve you.  It may be you who bleeds, but it is I who suffers - I realize the elation of this evening is temporary and this knowledge torments me so.  Someday soon I’ll look upon this night with great fondness.  The innocence that we shared and your fervent submission, I promise to cherish it to the grave. 
            Unfortunately, someday soon I’ll also break your heart, and I won’t do it gently.  When that day comes I’ll reflect on the raw blood you’ve spilled for me, will you bleed then as you bled tonight?  Will there be a physical manifestation of your agony?  I think not.  Why has God designed you to bleed now in pleasure, yet not bleed in pain when I crush you emotionally?  When that day comes you’ll want me to hold you and caress you as I did at the conclusion of our melodrama this evening, but I won’t do it.  Because when that day comes I’ll have had your friendship, your cunt, your love, your blood, your sweat, and finally your tears… you won’t have anything left to offer me.

Trying my hand (mouse) at Kentaro Miura… 

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