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I felt excited, no, aroused beyond belief. I trembled at the sheer audacity of his idea. My body wanted to fuck Liam so much, but my mind kept telling me it was wrong. Overwhelming hormones surged through me, demanding control of my actions be relinquished for them to exalt me as a woman.
Why could it be wrong?
Who is in charge here?
Who am I kidding? My vagina is controlling everything right now.
I squinted at Liam, carefully studying every tick, flinch, and emotional ripple on his face, checking to ensure he was serious and was sure of wanting to do this. For the first couple of days, my period was usually heavy, and it was my first time even considering having sex while I menstruated, so my nerves were shredded.
I tried whispering, but it sounded like an excited squeak.
“Are you sure about doing this, Liam?”
“We can use a towel on your bed, which I will put in the washing machine right afterward, or else we could do it in the shower.”
“Angelo will hear us making love in the shower… oh my god, my sister and Luca may hear us as well.”
“So what? I can’t see what’s wrong with it, honestly.”
What am I thinking?
What the fuck is he thinking?
Oh, come on, period sex is supposed to be great for menstrual cramps.
“Have you done this before, Liam? I mean, have you made love while a girlfriend got her period?”
“Never.”
“Why now? Why me?”
“I don’t know, Carla.”