Time of the Month

Through the thin fabric of her nightie she can feel the movement.

His cock bobs up. Like one of those fairground skittles. Comic, really. Well, it would be, only she’s not in the mood.

‘Mmm.’ He nuzzles her neck.

She shrugs one shoulder, sending a signal. Or so she hopes. She’s been feeling lousy all day: flu-ish, headache-y. Told herself, as she struggled through the motions, it would pass. It hasn’t, stomach cramps stopping her mid-chore. Goes with the territory when it’s that time of the month. You’d think, by now, she’d be used to them, those sharp muscle-clenching pains. But, no, they invariably catch her unawares. This time they’ve been more painful, violent almost, the blood darker when she goes to the bathroom. She wonders what’s going on…

His penis is rod-hard, now, poking into the small of her back.

She tries to ignore it, but it persists, nagging like a toothache. Or period pain, come to that.

With a wry smile, she reaches a hand between her legs, checks the tampon is still in place. Between her fingers, the string tail is dripping wet. Dammit! She snatches her hand away. She’d better get up before…

He likes to fuck her when she’s bleeding. Seems to turn him on: her look of distaste as he penetrates, his cock dripping scarlet when he withdraws, the tang of iron on his fingers. Once, she’d even caught him at the laundry basket, his nose buried in a pair of soiled knickers.

‘Don’t be disgusting,’ she’d exclaimed, then.

He’d laughed. ‘It’s perfectly normal,’ he said.

Then, she had believed him. Now, she’s not so sure.

The prodding at her back is insistent.

She squeezes her eyes shut, tries to ignore it.

A hand snakes around her waist.

‘Don’t.’ She pushes it away.

‘Come on,’ he wheedles. ‘You can tell I’m horny.’

‘I’m not feeling up for it tonight. I’ve got my period.’

‘So?’ The hand strays downwards.

Sod it! She shouldn’t have let on.

She feels strong fingers between her thighs.

They tug at the tampon. ‘What have we here?’

A sudden movement.

She turns.

He dangles the tampon over his face, sniffs appreciatively, then drops it onto the bed.

‘Don’t worry.’ He moves to mount her. ‘I’ll be quick.’