Period sex Stories

Quietly, she rests, furled in a ball, book in hand. The delicate sheath of her white cotton nightdress covers her soft skin. The cramps have eased now; she’s comfortable and calm. Stepping into the room, his despotic presence shifts the mood, instantly. The smell of primal hunger swirls through the air. His eyes burn with searing ferocity. She closes the book softly and places it on the night stand. Emerald eyes meet his....

I grew up in a port city in the west of England. We lived in a small house on an ordinary street in an ordinary neighbourhood. My dad worked on the ships and was away a lot of the time. When my parents were first married, my mum used to travel with him; but after I came along she stayed at home. I sometimes wonder if that’s why we’ve never been close: she used to like the roaming life - maybe it was one of the reasons she...