Angry Cum

I’m one of the most easy going people you could ever wish to meet. Oh, there’s a line, of course, and definite warning signs as people get close to it. Crossing said line is…..unfortunate. But I’m certainly not hair-trigger by any means. 

The day before my period, I do get to feel something like a hungry tigress. Little Bambi isn’t safe! I prowl….a deep urgent yearning in my gut, and my orgasm’s become savage in and of themselves. 

Today, and I’m still not certain why I didn’t wank my clit sore yesterday as I usually do, I felt that first cramp that heralds my period and simply had to wank off. And I mean immediately. There and then. This is easy at home where all three of us simply…er….do it, as when and where we feel the urge, but I wasn’t at home. Worse still, I was leading a training session for my pub managers. We were all gathered in the one that’s not yet open, and I was explaining how I wanted the brand to develop. Talking about boring but essential stuff like profit margins, and other things that aren’t quite as other firms run. (I’m all in favour of SPQR, small profit quick return.) This doesn’t sit well with the newer people as they are all commission based, but my experienced managers know that they earn extremely well under this system. 

A discussion broke out, and I was able to sit down for a moment,….behind the cloth-covered table upon which I’d placed a digital projector, laptop, and behind which was a screen. 

Miss Brain immediately clocked that no-one could see me below the waist. But no…I couldn’t! Surely not! Not even I would be so daring? Would I? 

My right hand, working its way up between my thighs announced that yes, apparently I could. Sitting opposite 20 people who were engaging in a ‘oh yes it will/oh no it won’t” type of debate, and my finger slid inside me. 

Deep in me the dragon opened an eye and growled expectantly to itself. 

My thumb found my clit…hard, erect, angry, and now the dragon opened both eyes and began to uncoil itself. 

I even dared to open my knees under the table cloth as wide as I could. The dragon nodded her approval and flexed her claws. My finger felt my cervix, low as it always is at this time of the month, and circled it three times before finding my g-spot. Even the slightest press there made me want to moan, and that ‘I need to pee’ feeling stabbed through me like electricity. 

The dragon was awake now, standing up, its tail thrashing and its savage, cruel claws digging in to my insides. The orgasm teetered on the brink. Miss Brain completed the picture by giving me the knowledge, and knowledge it surely was, that I had started, and I was bleeding gently. I’m never heavy…in fact some days, it’s barely even there, but every time, it reminds me of the day I broke my own hymen. 

The dragon roared and flexed inside me and the orgasm tore through me. Having to be totally silent only amplified it 1000 fold. My knees clamped together and I managed somehow to control my body, forcing it to be still. The orgasm raged through me to the ends of my toes. 

When it finally ebbed away, I felt suddenly soft, feminine, vulnerable. All angst and anger gone. No more. It was all replaced by a feeling all girls know. The secrecy, the feeling that this is quintessentially feminine. 

Back in the room, so-to-speak, I terminated their discussion - this wasn’t really a debate, after all, it’s going to happen as I wish it to - and I spent fifteen minutes explaining why it works so well like this. 

In the restroom during the following break, I took my bag which, as most girls’ bags do, containers the essentials of being female….a spare pair of panties, tampons, and a panty liner, a small pack of wet-wipes, among the loose change and other detritus we seem to feel is essential. 

In my panties, a damp patch of course, but at its centre, a single teardrop of blood. Tampon in, a quick clean up, and new panties on. For four days, I will feel soft, delicate, and yes, somewhat more emotional than usual, before I revert to my usual sex-crazed self. Oh that’s not to say sex is off the table during the next four days, quite the reverse. It will just feel different, is all, and I’ll want to be made love to softly, carefully. 

Dani now knows the delights of menstrual sex. It took her a while to trust me in this regard, but now, she has no fear of it. 

By the end of the morning, I was convinced most of my management team were on board, apart from one who simply can’t see why I wouldn’t want to maximise, as she put it ‘…every cent you can get out of the punters.’ Hmmm…I can’t see her lasting with me if she keeps this up.

A totally silent, savage orgasm, with not a single sound or movement to betray its presence. Try it. You’ll be surprised!