May Ling Su

I slept right through Friday and woke up on Saturday afternoon. It is the second (or is it third?) day on my period. This month’s experiment is to use Pandora Pads, made of organic cotton. It is meant to be reusable, so I have added a ritual to my monthly repertoire. Washing. Yesterday, I soaked my first set of pads in a tub of water and watched as it turned into a reddish tea. I read somewhere that this is excellent to water plants with. I don’t mind the washing. Many women choose to use disposables for convenience. But the washing ritual is grounding and even reflective. As my blood swirls in the water I think about how we are all connected to the oceans and the land.

On a more private note, Jay and I made love last night. I remember him wanting to on my first night on, but I refused out of exhaustion from traveling home from Thailand. I still don’t feel like being penetrated at this time, being dehydrated from the long flight home, but I took him in my mouth and played with his cock on my swollen breasts. I pushed my pad against my pussy, the stickiness tickling my clit, until I couldn’t help myself. I jammed my fingers in between the pad and my pussy and rubbed me home to orgasm. Jay came in my mouth at the same time. I’m so madly in love!!! Maybe it’s the trip, maybe it’s the pads, but this month the grumpy devil girl side of me has not reared her little red horns.