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This isn't the First (and Second) Time this has Happened, Right? ...Right?

Manuellabore

About two years ago, my then-current fave and I were going at it cowgirl style at a local club. She seemed more passionate than usual. Before we reached completion, I noticed blood on my stomach. She shrieked and jumped off and, sure enough, there was menstrual blood on my belly and my tightey whiteys. She was mortified and highly apologetic and had no idea her period had started and I took it in stride. Biggest problem was that I couldn’t come home with red bloodstains on my underwear, so I had to drive about 16 miles to a Macy’s that carried my plain vanilla, old-dude style briefs.

About two weeks ago, I was going at it cowgirl with a sure thing I see on occasion at a different club. She also seemed unusually passionate. After we finished, I noticed brown stains on my belly. No biggie, I wiped it off with her wipes as part of the general cleanup. Didn’t even mention it. Later noticed stains on the underwear as well. Fortunately, still had leftovers stashed from the pack I purchased following the incident described above. Didn’t even give the source of the stain any thought at the time.

Then, a few days later, I noticed the brown stains were also on the placket of the button-down shirt I had worn to the club. Took it to the cleaner I use to deal with SC-related issues. She immediately declared that the brown stains were blood. So, things began falling into place, including the recollection that I had engaged in some DATY with the dancer straddling me before we moved on to the main event.

In my limited, and dated, experience with period sex with civvie women, it seemed like those who were willing to give it a go really got into it. These more recent experiences with dancers (which I would gladly have taken a pass on, given the choice) seem to fit that pattern.