Sex diary: her hatred of periods and the frog

I hate periods. I just hate periods. Even though I take oral contraceptives and they always go smoothly, I hate them. I know that having sex during this time is okay, my boyfriend thinks it's okay, but for some reason it makes me uncomfortable. It's wet, messy, red and just awful for me.

Even so, I thought about sex all day. While I was home alone, while I was out walking with a friend, and in the evening while we were watching zombie shows.

But the dread of THOSE DAYS was stronger, and nothing happened. My partner and I just cuddled, kissed and pretended to be zombies before bed.

The long-awaited 6th day, when you'd think it should all be over by now, but no such luck.

I woke up, stretched, smiled and, pulling my boyfriend away from urgent work, dragged him back into bed. Again we cuddle tenderly, kiss, and after about 10 minutes comes that awkward look: can we? We can, I answered with the same shy look.

So, I don't really like the first sex after a period either. It's quick, sloppy and, FUCK, still bloody.

Seeing a huge stain on the sheet, I burst into tears for who knows what reason. I calmed down quickly and ran straight to the shower.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and cursed the day. My head hurt, my stomach hurt, and I just wanted to die. Well, a typical Monday.

I wasn't even in the mood to masturbate. Even though I do it pretty often while waiting for my boyfriend to get home from work.

By the way, when he came back in the evening, he tried to talk me into sex, but got turned down with the phrase "ugh, you got up at 3 a.m. today and you're really ti... *sleeping sounds*"

I felt meh all day and, to lift my mood, masturbated a whole three times...

Surprisingly, on days like this I'm saved either by masturbating or by seeing friends. Unfortunately (or not), all my friends were busy.

And in the evening, my wonderful boyfriend treated me to lots of orgasms before bed.

Fun fact: we have a sex map with different positions, and we still can't get around to trying "the frog." I hope we finally get to it tomorrow!

Looks like I'm sick after all, because the weakness and sleepiness won't go away. But! That still doesn't stop me from sweetly masturbating a few times, although I'm already worried that my boyfriend is jealous of my vibrator.

My mood was meh, and even a beer didn't help.

My boyfriend came home from work, and I decided to make at least him happy. Out of nowhere I pulled his underwear down in the kitchen and gently went to work with my mouth. That wasn't the end of the story, and we carried on in the bedroom.

Damn! We didn't try the frog again!

Oh yes. I'm sick. Nothing interesting happened during the day.

In the evening my little bunny came over, and we carried on watching How I Met Your Mother. As has become our tradition with it, five minutes in we started having sex and... WE TRIED THE FROG!!!!

Damn it, I didn't like that position, because staying balanced in a squat while you're also being fucked from behind is insanely hard, but my boyfriend came in that position. Draw your own conclusions.

I finally came down properly sick and spent the whole day in bed.

Still, in the evening we went to the cinema to see The Substance. The film turned out insanely gross, but insanely relatable.

After it, of course, we didn't manage to fuck... And I crashed the moment I stepped through the door of the apartment.

All night my boyfriend tried to get me to have sex, fingered me in my sleep and kept trying to kiss me, but I was so out of it that I didn't feel anything. In the morning he finally talked sleepy me into sex. It was strange and even a little painful, either because I'm sick or because I still wanted to sleep. But I wanted sex too!

And in the evening, after everything was done, when I once again had no energy left, we decided to experiment and try combining my orgasm from a vibrator with an orgasm from fingers.

God, it was divine, so now I'll be recommending it to everyone.