It would have been too good to be true had we not been vaginally bleeding. I think to myself for a moment: Do I love her enough to earn my red wings? Well the answer to that is yes. But would I actually do it? Maybe if it were a required portion of love, but just my luck, nowhere in the rule book does it say that I have to go down on my lover in the midst of her monthly gift. I praise the creator of that rulebook by kissing my lover passionately.

We’re clumsy, we always are, but somehow it manages to work – as always. I think if we were to make love any more perfectly, it wouldn’t be the same. It is the clumsy moves, the smiles and laughs during all of it and the jokes made that make it worthwhile.

My hip falls between her legs, grinding into her just enough to cause moans to escape those gorgeous lips. We are thrusting and thriving until the change is needed. I pull her on top of me and she does the same, her hipbone against my core – mine against hers – and all the while, every bit of us entwined.

There was no big finish, no climax, no loud moans and cries of pleasure – but it was even better. We stayed together, pressed against each other, feeling each other as we kissed and kissed as if there was nothing getting in the way of us and we would go on like that forever.

My body began shaking as I realized the words I wanted to say. I didn’t know if it was appropriate. She does have a boyfriend. “Are you okay baby?” She asks me between sweet, angelic kisses. “You’re shaking.”

“I’m okay” I say easily, but I can tell by the look in her eyes that she wants me to say more. “Just, something I want to say and I don’t know…” I trail off. I know I can. I know I want to. What don’t I know?

“Just say it baby.” She says to me. With her half naked body pressed against me, hands trailing my bones and eyes working my soul, I can’t say no to that.