Bloody Well (BBW Vampire Menstruation Erotica)
Paige doesn't want to be at a nightclub. Another night, she might have tried to find a hot guy for a little fun, but right now she's expecting her period.
Then a stranger catches her eye. She doesn't know why, but he's irresistible. She goes home with him, hoping her cycle will wait until the morning.
She doesn't know the handsome stranger is a vampire - and her cycle is the reason he chose her. More
Paige doesn't want to be at a nightclub. Her friend dragged her out to party, but she would rather be at home with her vibrator. Another night, she might have tried to find a hot guy for a little fun, but right now she's expecting her period to come at any moment.
Then a tall, dark stranger catches her eye. She doesn't know why, but he's absolutely irresistible. She goes home with him, hoping against hope that her cycle will wait until the morning.
What she doesn't know is that the handsome stranger is actually an immortal creature - and that her cycle is the reason he chose her to take home with him.
WARNING: This 4500+ word short story features adult and kinky subject matter, including period play, oral sex, and blood-splattered intercourse between a curvy BBW and the handsome vampire she meets at a club! For 18+ audiences only.
It wasn't fair, Paige thought. She never got guys this hot, and now she had to turn him down. "I really can't," she said. "I'm expecting my period."
What he said then couldn't have surprised her any more than it did. "I know," he said, his eyes burning into her. "That's why you're here."
Before she could think about what that could possibly mean, he was kissing her again. She relaxed into the feeling of their lips meshing. It was incredibly arousing, even if she wasn't going to be able to go any further with him. But as they kissed, she felt something she hadn't expected.
His teeth had looked perfectly normal, in fact uncommonly straight and neat, before. They had felt perfectly normal when they had kissed a minute earlier. Now, though, there was something different about them, something that she had never felt while kissing anyone else before.
Two of his teeth were sharp, almost pointed.
They were like - she couldn't think of the word for it. It couldn't be, but it had to be.
They were fangs.