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Blood..... Rich.. dark.. hot, menstrual blood.... i feel its heat in my cunt, i feel the fall of its' flow... watch the strands fall, swirl into the water, alive... shocking crimson against white porcelain, smeared on pale flesh... digits glazed, tongue tasting.... a scent easily recalled, earthy, sweet, cloying with heavy femininity... an addictive taboo... body responding when mind recoils.... i love that odour.. my blood flows today and i crave to embrace and indulge in it.. not cleanse and flush it away, not hide it.. but paint and taste and share..... not to imprison it, soak it up, deny its existence... but display it's macabre beauty.. it's lust... it's magic... power...  |
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hi mused. i just loved your blog. someday, i would love to smell your earthy menstrual aroma, then stick my tongue inside your cunnt and taste and savor your red flow. then of course, i would love to share it with you.
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