I've got my period. This makes me murderously cranky and yet yowly like a cat in heat. In other words, I want to fuck you and then fuck you up.
Like those cats that will suffer themselves to be petted and even rub against you before savagely biting you and raking their claws down your arm. I should have been a pair of retractable claws; I think they'd be nice to have. I could scuttle across your back and claw you ragged. I would like to bleed on someone and make him bleed on me. I can see the blood on the sheet like hieroglyphs. A nice stippling on the back. Yeah, like that.
Then, in the welcome respite from cramps which orgasm affords me, I plan to completely ignore you while I eat some ice cream and watch episodes of Project Runway back to back. I may also claw your couch. And your curtains are not safe. I will (probably) not wee on your carpet. Don't touch me. Thank you.Labels: bitey, bloody hell, punctuation, T.S. Eliot |
"I would like to completely ignore you while I eat some ice cream and watch episodes of Project Runway back to back"
That's the only fucking cure for period pain that I know. The. Only. One.
I love when you're bitey. You make me want to strip naked and dance a "Worshipping O" dance in teh rain. Possibly on a parked car.
Heh.
Minxy x