I’ve had no interest in sex for the last two weeks.

We lie in bed in the dim light. It’s time to settle in for the night, but I’m not fully here right now.

In the darkness you push me onto my stomach, the tip of your cock just brushing my cunt…

I make a show of adjusting my pillows, focussing on the feeling of the fabric under my fingers, paying unnecessary attention to the alignment of the pillowcases. Trying to bring myself back into the present moment.

Desperately hungry, I arch my back, trying to bring myself closer to you. I need to feel you inside me…

You say something. I try to focus on the words, but there’s a breathless catch in my voice when I respond. I must have forgotten to breathe.

My heart is pounding so hard I’m convinced the sound will wake someone. “Pound me that hard” I want to whisper, but I have to be silent. Completely silent…

You turn out the lights and I know I’m supposed to sleep.

You push closer to me, drawing firm circles around my cunt with your cock but never entering it, and I clutch the sheets tightly in my fists, trying to make no noise…

My cunt throbs in time with my heartbeat. I can feel the muscles contracting as though around an invisible cock. How am I supposed to sleep?

I moan softly and you freeze, listening for any sound in the room that might suggest we’ve been caught. Edging mediated by sound and silence.

The seconds feel like days as I wait for you to resume stroking my cunt, my body acheing for your touch. After what feels like an age you very slowly begin to rub your hard cock against my wetness again…

Fuck it.

You bite my neck hard to stifle your moan as you push your cock inside me. My world explodes with pleasure and I bite down on my own knuckles to keep from crying out…

In the darkness I slowly spread my legs just wide enough, arch my back just high enough that I can reach the wet folds of my cunt. I have to be silent. Completely silent.

I can tell from your ragged breathing that you’re struggling as much as I am to keep quiet…

I can’t move much without waking you, but I still manage to find my G-spot. As I clutch the sheets, trying to make no noise, my fingers become slick with blood and arousal.

Getting my period isn’t all bad.


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