(I'm trying my hand at using sims erotic poseboxes).
Warnings: NSFW pictures, period sex, squick, erotica
Background: Christie is expecting Aries to spend the night with her, and she has just put a towel down on the bed…
“What are you doing that for?” Aries asked, pointing to the towel.
“Oh,” Christie said, smiling. “Well, it’s that time of the month, and it can get a bit… messy… “
“Oh,” Aries said awkwardly. "You’re on your… oh.”
“It’s okay, Aries.” Christie said, pulling his hands to place them around her waist and reaching up to kiss him. "We can still…“
"Uhh, Christie… I’m not sure about that…” Aries replied, pulling his hands away from her waist. He smiled sheepishly. "It grosses me out, to be honest.“
"Oh.” Christie said.
“It’s not just you, but anything like that. Blood, you know. I mean…” Aries trailed off and his skin became a shade grayer. "…just talking about it is…“ He took a deep breath and swallowed.
Christie frowned at him. "Do you need to lie down?” she asked, perhaps a bit more sarcastically than she intended, but to her surprise, he nodded.
“Yeah,” he said. "It’s getting late, anyway. I’ll head on back to my dorm. See you tomorrow, Christie!“ He leaned down, gave her a quick kiss, and walked away.
Christie rolled her eyes and sat down at her desk, where she cradled her head in her hands.
He’s such a child… she thought, still irritated.
… what I need is a man...
And then, as she so often did these days, she found herself thinking about Ulysses.
Her abdomen cramped and she absentmindedly rubbed her lower belly, wishing Aries hadn’t been so squeamish about sex during her period. She knew sex could be an excellent remedy for cramps.
After all, she remembered the first time she got her period after she and Ulysses had become lovers…
…She had been expecting her period to arrive, but it was a particularly nasty one, full of cramping and aching and bloating. Everything down there felt inflamed and tender, and she was embarrassed about it, and disappointed, and she thought for sure Ulysses would be disappointed too.
But he had seemed quite unperturbed.
"I know what you need,” he’d said with a smile.
… and he took her hand and first led her into the shower, where he used hot water and his hands on her lower back, her thighs, her abdomen… everywhere she was sore and aching…
His strong fingers seemed to know exactly where to press as he guided the spray of water over her body.
The massage eventually caused her body to relax and release a gush of blood, and even with the resulting relief of pressure, Christie looked down in horror at the bright-red rivulets streaming down her legs, mixing with water and pooling on the floor of the shower, creating a bloody whirlpool over the drain.
Christie was mortified, but Ulysses was undaunted. It was as though this was something he expected and was waiting for, as he then directed his ministrations between her legs, cleansing away every trace of the blood.
Christie couldn’t find words to describe the sensations if she tried. She simply moaned softly, leaned against the shower wall, and opened her thighs to allow him more access.
Once she was completely clean, he led her out of the shower and to the bedroom. Her skin was damp and flushed with heat, and her limbs felt utterly relaxed and heavy.
Ulysses lay down with her on the bed, and began to kiss her. She responded, and began to place her arms around him, but he moved quickly downward to her breasts, and then even lower. Realizing what he was about to do, she gasped.
“Are you going to…” she began, “but I’m still… it’s not…”
“It’s fine,” Ulysses murmured into her belly button. "You need it, trust me.“
Christie knew she would never forget how it felt as he began to lick her. How had he known how amazing this would be? Everything down there was super sensitive and swollen already, and the strong, slow strokes of his warm tongue felt like nothing she’d ever been able to imagine. All thoughts of the cramps of an hour ago were forgotten and she twined her fingers into his red hair, gasping as he brought her toward release.
Only then did he mount her, and she whimpered eagerly as he entered, pushing himself inside her with one swift motion. Slowly, but with firm, controlled pressure, his hips began to rock against her pelvis until she began to breathe in short pants, her head thrown back.
As he felt her begin to convulse around him, and she cried his name and clawed the skin of his back with her fingers, he rose up on his arms and drove into her forcefully… again and again until his low, gutteral moans told Christie he was nearing his own release.
He gave one final hard thrust, keeping himself deeply inside her until his last spasm passed, then he groaned and collapsed on her, kissing her neck, her breasts, murmuring her name, his hands roaming all over her body.
After a few minutes, he pulled himself out of her and rolled to his side, grinning down at her.
"How do you feel now?”
She began to laugh, and threw her arms around him and then rolled on top of him.
Looking down into his dark blue eyes, she grinned and moved slightly so she was straddling him, her knees on either side of his hips. She wasn’t surprised at all to feel he was becoming erect again, and she slid down on him easily.
There was no urgency though… this time. Just closeness.
She lay her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her tightly.
“I love you so much, Ulysses,” she breathed.
… I still love him, she thought.
It wasn’t just the period sex, of course. That was only an example of the differences between Ulysses and Aries… and there were many. They were absolutely like night and day.
She had no doubt that Ulysses could be demanding… even cruel… but when she examined herself and thought about what she truly wanted in a partner, she realized she wanted someone who would be in control. She wanted someone who knew what he wanted and went after it. She wanted someone decisive, intelligent, arrogant, driven, and ambitious. Not just in the bedroom, but in all things.