Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
I want period play, so long as you’re a heavy flower. Right in the middle of your period. I want a wet and bloody cock from fucking and playing. No condom. I like it messy. Very messy. No tampon on the way over. I want you ready for it. I use waterproof sheets, and I like smearing. I play from home, and keep the sheets for later. Can you give me your wet, bloody pussy, please? I’d love to play with you.
Duration – 3 hours.
Proposal price – £2500.
I’m sitting on my long PVC coat in the cab on my way over to User 319’s place. I’m usually a tampon AND a pad girl, so this feels insane – knowing I’m bleeding through my panties by the second.
“Are we nearly there?” I ask the driver, as he indicates and turns down yet another street.
“Five minutes away.”
The PVC coat will hold it, I assure myself. I’ve got a pad and some fresh underwear in my bag for later. So, it’s just getting there I have to worry about. Only a few more minutes…
I don’t even bother looking where we are when the driver pulls up, just pay him his cash through the gap in the seats, and jump out, checking for stains as I go. Phew, it’s fine.
My thighs aren’t fine, though. They’re clammy and slick as I walk towards my destination, and I know full well I’m pooling in my lacy crotch. It must be a mess down there.
Here I am. House number 48.
I click on arrived and climb up the three narrow steps to his doorway. It’s a nice house, tall and neat. Cost a fortune, no doubt, but regular. Nothing that stands out about it. Clearly, I do stand out, though.
I see a curtain twitch in a neighbour’s window. Her face is quite something as her eyebrows raise sky high. I nearly blow a kiss to her, but the door to my client’s house swings open.
User 319 matches his house. He’s tall and neat. Short mousy brown hair and clean shaven, with a shirt and tie underneath a sweater. Just a regular guy.
“Come on in,” he says, and I walk past with a thank you, afraid I’m going to be dripping blood all over the step outside, but that’s the least of my worries.
A Labrador dog comes straight for me in the hallway, tail wagging like a propellor as his head barges straight for my crotch. Damn it. I try to push him away, but he’s quite insistent. I must stink like a bitch in heat, literally.
“HARRY!” User 319 says, and points to the kitchen.
The dog takes one more long sniff at me before he does what he’s told, tail still wagging.
“Don’t worry,” my client says. “He’s a friendly guy, he can just get a little carried away.” He laughs. “A bit like his owner.”
I laugh back. “I’m sure he’s a very friendly guy. It’s not his face I want in my crotch tonight, though. It’s yours.”
The smile on the guy’s face is priceless. “Indeed,” he says.
It feels bizarrely more intimate walking into someone’s home than it does walking into a hotel. User 319 has old looking family photos hung up in the hallway, and a portrait of his dog near the stairs.
He points to the kitchen as Harry walks on his way.
“Tea? Coffee? Juice? Anything I can get you?”
“I’m fine, thanks. I really am about to bleed down my legs, though, so you may want to get me to my destination, asap.”
Fuck, how my client’s face morphs at those words. His big brown eyes widen, and he drops a hand to his crotch.
“Show me,” he says. “I want to see.”
“Right here?”
“Yes, right here. Give me your coat and show me your thighs.”
I hand him my coat, and he hangs it on the banister along with my bag, fumbling to make sure they’re balanced. My heart is racing as I wait for his attention. I picked out a tiny black satin dress that barely covers my ass, and kept my legs bare on purpose. I don’t need to look down at my thighs to know they’re trailing blood. I gave him my heaviest flow day, just like he asked for.
As well as my short dress and bare thighs, there’s something else I picked out for User 319. I hope it’s an ace card that will lead to another five-star review…
“Want to see more?” I ask him, and he nods, with no concern for the cream carpet.
I hitch my dress up higher, slowly, inch my inch, to reveal the ace card. He groans out loud as my choice of lace panties come into view, pure and white. Only they aren’t white anymore. I test my crotch with my fingers, and they come back soaked in blood.
“My fucking God,” he says. “Get upstairs now, please. The bedroom door is open. First on the left.”