It was around my 13th birthday – I was in the bathroom when I noticed something unusual in the waste basket. Wrapped in tissue was my mother’s used menstrual pad. I didn’t know about this female business yet, but I was fascinated.

I touched the blood, and held the pad to my nose. The odor was not pleasant, but still I was intrigued. I began to find more every month or so. I wanted to ask my Mom about them, but I lacked courage, as I was afraid she would punish me rather than explain.

Later on, I learned what a woman’s monthly period was all about, and so enjoyed having sex with a woman on her period. A bit messy, but very sensual.