I had met Alaska man a couple of days prior, during a two week trip to the US. He is large and bearded, with a smooth, hipster intellectualism. His kisses are responsive, yet dominant. For context, I am a tiny blonde, with what I’ve been told is a marshmallow butt. (I haven’t yet discerned if this is the best compliment to receive, but most men are fairly happy with it). After further adventures from that first night (which I might post sometime), he was infatuated with me, and complimented me on my body and wit and debaucherous sexiness in ways which made me feel like a goddess.
The next day, my period started, and it’s not always easy to tell the extent to which a lover minds these sorts of things. I thought my sexploits in the States were at an end. But when I messaged him to let him know, he told me it doesn’t bother him if it doesn’t bother me. I let him know that it certainly doesn’t bother me at all: period sex is glorious!