Menstrual ballet-sex

Spoiled and oiled, a dancer in a French-leg one-piece gropesuit

The photo: This olive nylon/spandex gropesuit providing easy access to the vagina from the front for removal of a menstrual cup can be worn for private pointe class when there is likely to be after class menstrual ballet-sex with a teacher who enjoys very bloody sex.

Suit design limits entry options: The crotch snugly grips the mons pubis and vulva and is stretchy enough to cover the head of a sports plug when inserted. I mention very bloody sex because with the modified back of this suit rear entry is not possible while it is being worn and rear entry menstrual sex would be far less messy for the man.

With front entry for ballet-sex the women is usually up against a wall or the mirrors in the studio - I like being backed against or held against a mirrored wall as it is far easier to clean the coital discharge off glass than a plaster or cement wall - or he has her with her legs around his waist, his hands clutching her butt cheeks and their pelvises pressed tightly together where she can continuously bleed on him as he thrusts into her. 

For partying I sometimes wear this style as it is form flattering and makes my legs look even longer while being relatively easy to breast feed in if a lover wants to milk me by just slipping out of the shoulder straps and peeling down the top. Missionary sex is fine when I’m not bleeding and I have a cervical barrier inserted for protection, but I don’t wear it for menstrual sex. However, it is ideal for having a lover use a vibi on my clit.

Fertility and the gropesuit: This topic came to mind as I’m CD7 and my menses for this cycle are over so I’m looking forward to the hormonal high of being fertile for a few days starting this weekend. During the fertile hormone surge many of us aren’t looking for Mr. right, we’re looking for Mr. right now! Women who are cycling naturally (like me) often choose provocative attire when we are fertile. I enjoy wearing salaciously cut gropesuits in swimwear, latex catsuits or in more vanilla surroundings push-up bras.

When fertile we are far more apt to be too adventuresome and initiate or agree to sexual encounters with dangerous men. Not criminally dangerous, but socially dangerous meaning those with a history of causing unintended impregnation of casual sex partners who think their contraceptive protection is adequate. But women on a hormonal high with a testosterone scented man in her arms often feels she is invincible and besides if she thinks her birth control might have failed there is always the emergency contraceptive ella or ellaOne, a 30mg tablet of ulipristal acetate, soon to be available in the UK w/o an Rx.  

Shoes for menstrual ballet-sex: I always wear a pair of old but survivable hard shanked Gaynor Minden pointes for menstrual ballet sex as there is almost no chance of keeping them free of splatters of menstrual discharge when no diaphragm is being worn for flow control. Afterward I let them dry, brush off the crusty blood splatters and coat the stained pink satin with flesh colored pink pancake makeup to cover the stains and studio/stage grime.

The menstrual cup during menstrual ballet-sex: For a woman wearing the gropesuit pictured at the top of this post a male partner who enjoys the taste of his partner’s menstrual discharge can pull the crotch covering fabric to one side and carefully insert two fingers to break the seal of her cup then carefully remove it and drink the contents clots and all before inserting the emptied cup in her cleavage for safekeeping where he can enjoy the scent of her flow rising from the still bloody cup, or he can place the cup in her mouth as a gag of sorts while he soothes her cramps with deep thrusting front entry penile stimulation of her g-spot to orgasm.

I don’t mind swallowing a partner’s semen, actually I rather enjoy thinking about digesting the hundreds of millions of live sperm that if placed in me through another body opening could cause me to become pregnant. However, I have tasted my own menstrual flow and I’d rather not do so as part of a menstrual sex encounter.  I prefer having the empty but still bloody cup pushed down my cleavage where he can smell the scent as he thrusts into me.

Max-headroom girls: There are a few of us small women, defined here as a height of 5’5” and below, who have vagina’s deep enough to take an 80mm or larger latex diaphragm. The escorts in this category are coming to be known as ‘Max-headroom’ girls – the nickname of their trainer - who is marvelously endowed. The Max headroom girls are in increasingly demand with rubber fetishists to the extent that there aren’t enough fully trained Max-headroom ballet escorts to cover the demand. 

   

Effectiveness tests for users of hormonal contraceptives: I urge women who I am training as escorts to have a copper IUD, preferably a stringless GyneFix, inserted – they are so much easier to get here in the UK - if they don’t mind the sometimes heavier flow during menses. That way they can experience the hormonal swings of their natural cycles such as the peak in libido felt while fertile and offer menstrual sex as an option for clients. However we do offer Lab tests to check the effectiveness of hormonal methods as well as standard pregnancy tests. The tests for progesterone and hCG levels are routinely given for the escorts safety.

An hCG urine test is given by the clinician to test for pregnancy and a PSGN progesterone saliva test is given to check for a clinical efficacy level of PSHN to assure that a woman on hormonal birth control is effectively protected by suppression of ovulation. We have found the occasionally a woman on HBC will be taking supplements or meds that decrease the effectiveness of the hormonal birth control she is using or that a mischievous partner has intentionally given her something that binds to her progestin receptors making her birth control ineffective.

Will, April and dive-sex: April called to let me know how SCUBA sex had gone with Willamina in her home pool in Chelsea. April hasn’t passed her open water SCUBA certification yet, but she says it’s a matter of scheduling around her ballet performances. However, she is diving with her Milex Arcing spring diaphragm inserted wearing an OTS Guardian FFM and soloing with a dildo while fastened to the bottom of the pool with a very short ankle leash; or taken from behind by Will wearing 2 inch diameter 10 inch long silicone strap-on. I’ve warned both Will and April that 10 inches is far too long to be safely used on April, but both say that spacer rings are being used and gradually removed as they try for maximum depth w/o harm to April. I hope they are careful as both want April to bear a child later in their relationship.

Dry fucked at Naughty’s, Incest by proxy

Off the shoulder cowl neck sweater worn as a tunic with tights 

The photo: Lounge crawling apparel I enjoy.  An oversized off the shoulder cowl neck sweater worn as a tunic over black Wolford fatal 50 seamless tights, which are 93% nylon 7% Elastane, and black suede tipped Gaynor pointes for ballet-sex in public. The costume is comfortable, attractive and practical as I can adjust the neck to breast feed a lover w/o undressing.

Paul was in town: Returning readers will remember he owns a neighboring estate on Virgin Gorda and is the father of the eighteen y/o swan twins who he left in my care while they are enrolled at UNLV. He arrived Thursday a week ago (Oct 3^rd) when I was CD14 and had just ovulated so I had an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix in case he was interested in plumbing my depths. It also allowed me to wear a Penetrator plug to prevent pelvic fondling. I can wear a diaphragm with a Penetrator, but that’s a lot of hardware to have inserted at one time. I sometimes wear Wolford Satin Opaque 50 Tights, but they have seams and a crotch gusset so if I’m wearing a Penetrator and expect to be dry-fucked the fatal 50s provide a much smoother fit over the head of my plug and a deep seamless fit between my cheeks than the satin opaque 50s, which have a smoother surface, but a seam that in my experience is more likely to tear a condom during a dry-fuck encounter.

I took him to Naughty Pleasures, the ‘swingles’ club at my casino. When I’m lounge crawling and not interested in penile/vaginal intercourse I wear my tights like male ballet dancers do, with the waistband pulled up as far as it will go then rolled down over a belt to emphasize my mons veneris and the head of my penetrator plug and to fully spread and occupy the depth between my cheeks. That way I can be dry-fucked by the man behind me in queue for a place at the bar in the meat market. A gentleman wears a polyurethane condom (they are less likely to break while the wearer is thrusting between cheeks covered in nylon and Elastane) to collect his ejaculate rather than to spew in my crack and soak and stain my tights. I unzipped and sheathed Paul while we were in a standing room only crowd at the bar. 

Then I turned my back and rolled on to pointe with my feet a la seconde, which clenched my buttocks and prepared for him to insert himself. I’m so small that w/o me being en pointe he would have been thrusting into my cervical vertebrae rather than between my cheeks. Fortunately the crowd was moving to some extent. We were still two from the front of the crowd, but I was close enough to the bar that I could brace myself against the back of a bar stool to take his thrusts. It seemed like forever before he raised my tunic and inserted himself between my nylon sheathed cheeks then he helped stabilize me by holding my hips. Neither of us said anything and he must have enjoyed getting off in a crowd with women standing all around\d him as it took him just a few minutes. His pelvic thrusts seemed undetectable at the shoulder level, but I imagine the women on either side knew what we were doing. One certainly did. I looked over my shoulder and she smiled at me and I smiled back. About that time he came, shuddered, gasped and perhaps covered it by seeming to sneeze.

I came off pointe as he milked himself diwn, stripped the condom off, zipped up and handed me the condom. He wanted me to suck his load out of the Trojan Supra, but I just tied it off and slipped it into my clutch as the results of his STI panel hadn’t appeared on my iPhone. Having relieved himself temporarily he was much better company when we finally got our drinks and then our table was ready and he took me to dinner. At dinner I got a text that his STI panel was clean so I emptied the liquefied contents of his Trojan into my coffee and drank it which seemed to please him. I’m still not sure what he does. He says he is a structural engineer and he travels a lot, but won’t talk about what project he’s working on.

Ballet-sex training: During dinner Paul asked what I’m teaching his twins and I said I have them working on strengthening their legs, but more specifically their feet and ankles so they will be able to confidently and expertly take a partner entering them from behind while balanced on the platforms of their toe-shoes, something Paul thinks is marvelous when I let him penetrate me that way. I know the twins have done that with Himself in the Arboretum and the library at UNLV before the equinox, but while they performed adequately for the time they had been in training their performances were far below the superb experience expected from women completing my training.

He was very pleased that they were learning skills they could use to bend men to their will if that was their desire and wanted to see what the training consisted of. I tried to dissuade him thinking he - like some other fathers who had asked to watch their daughters train - might wish he had never asked after he had seen what goes on, because the sight forever erases any fantasy of the sweet, innocent, naive young woman who he has spent all her life protecting. It also tends to make some fathers furious. The sight of a daughter on pointe bent over holding on to the barre, gasping, sweating, moaning, ankles wobbling while masturbating penetrated from behind by a large mirror mounted dildo in an encounter salle just seems to have that effect on some fathers.

I asked him several times to reconsider saying the experience could be very graphic and he said he understood it would be sexually explicit and ask how I could accomplish it w/o the twins knowing he or we were there. I explained we had soundproofed viewing rooms behind a two-way mirrored wall of most encounter sallies that allowed us to evaluate a trainees progress w/o their knowing it so we could just go into the viewing room and would be less than three feet from the woman training at the barre as she masturbated en pointe while impaled on a suction cup dildo mounted on the mirrored wall.   

Incest by proxy: The next evening I took Paul into the viewing room for the salle in which Odette, the more submissive one, was training. The exercise she was working on was keeping her ankles from giving out during peaks of desire when a woman’s knees and ankles go weak. We can lock our knees safely (if we aren’t expecting to be thrust dropped), but ankles are different and you have to keep them from wobbling or you can’t recover and end up falling off pointe.  We were a bit early and watched her enter the salle. She was wearing a yellow thong-back short sleeve scoop neck leotard and changed into a worn pair of pink suede tipped Gaynor pointes then inserted a 5 ml disposable applicator of FloraFix before performing a fifteen minute barre to warm up. Then she took her eight inch long two inch diameter silicone G-spot training dildo from its case and fastened its industrial strength suction cup base to the mirror at a height she had previously marked and lubed it from a small tube of FloraFix. Then rising on pointe and while standing on the mirror side of the barre she gripped the barre bent over and carefully backed on to the dildo.

The audio from the salle was excellent and we could hear the squish is she buried the shaft in her vagina and her gasp when she was fully penetrated and the tip hit her cervix. Paul watched as she developed a rhythm rubbing the G-spot head across the tactile tissue on the anterior wall of her vagina while I watched him for any sign that he was becoming upset..  He was visibly emotional, but not in the way I had feared. Watching his youngest, (by 3 minutes) daughter Paul wasn’t mad, he was extremely aroused. His woodie was distending his slacks and he was making no effort to hide it as he watched Odette masturbate to orgasm. When she came he turned to me and said, “I must have you!” in a tone that conveyed great need that I’d never heard him use. In the past he had been rather playful even when he was struggling with me to have his way, but not this time.

I had expected we would have an encounter before I took him to bed and had prepared by cleaning and reinserting my Oves and reapplying 5 ml of FloraFix that will remain a bioadhesive gel for at least eight hours at body temperature before liquefying so most of it can drain or be Kegeled out. A knowledgeable woman will coat the area around the entrance to her urethra as that seems to substantially lessen the need to urinate after PVI to flush the urethra of bacteria forced in to it by a partner’s thrusts. Using FloraFix in that way a woman can immediately snuggle into the embrace of her partner and nap in the afterglow w/o worrying about getting a UTI.

While I had expected PVI I hadn’t expected it in the viewing room less than six feet from where Odette continued to give herself a prolonged vaginal orgasm by gently rocking back and forth having the head of her dildo caress her G-spot while sur les pointes a la second.. I was wearing a canary yellow pareo over a matching long sleeve turtleneck thong back cotton Lycra leo by Gottex the Israeli swimwear maker who I have make my swimsuits and play clothes.  There was a portable barre against the mirror in the observation room and I unfastened the pareo from around my hips and draped it over the end of the barre.  As we watched Odette go through her training regimen I had been doing tendus, plies, échappés and développés just to keep warmed up so I unzipped him and eased him out of his tighty whities and he was magnificently erect and already dripping pre-ejaculate.

I turned and faced the barre, piquéd on to pointe, spread my legs to second and bent over holding on to the barre. He slipped a finger under my thong and pulled the fabric to one side exposing my engorged, wet and parted labia and positioned himself to enter me. I had taken him eight or nine times since I’ve known him, but he had never been that hard or large. We’d just had amazing sex several times the day before so I knew he hadn’t been denying himself so he would be more potent, it was watching his daughter masturbate and struggle with holding her ankles steady while in the throes of a series of gently rolling orgasms that must have affected him in that way and I was about to see how he would treat a partner wound as tightly as he was.

In a gentle voice he said,” Are you ok? And when I whispered yes, he said, “I’m going to enter you now.” and slowly pushed his way inside me. It was as though he was a different person.  I looked over my shoulder and saw he was watching Odette as she rocked herself back and forth on the dildo and Paul synched his thrusts to her in and out strokes on her dildo. It was coming to the end of her training session and the students usually try to end a session with one very intense orgasm so she was holding on to the barre now with one hand and fondling her clitoris with her other. She increased her thrust cycles as she neared clitoral climax and Paul increased his thrusts to match hers while fondling my clitoris.  It was magic; the three of us came at the same time she screamed and gasped between screams. I moaned, mewed and whimpered to a lovely bone melting climax and Paul shot his load in me while battering my cervix and screaming, “I love you Odette!”  while my contractions were milking the last drops of semen from him. Thank God for the triple glazed mirrored wall!

Afterward: He collapsed on top of me and we were sweating profusely, gasping for breath and holding on to the barre to keep from collapsing as we gently lowered ourselves to the floor. But he kept nuzzling my ear running his hand through my hair and telling me how much he loved me and that he was going to make sure I got only the best in life. Then he straightened up took a deep breath and said “wow, that was really something, Thank you Jill.” Obviously his delusion was over, at least for the time being. I said nothing about him calling me Odette, but did say I was glad I could be there when he needed me and asked if he was satisfied with his daughters training. He just smiled.

From my perspective (at least for now) I’m very pleased that while in thrall to the rigor of his daughter’s pelvic training Paul seemed to see me as a surrogate for his daughter, a case of incest by proxy. I don’t think he remembers calling me Odette or telling me he loved me. I’m wondering if he will be delusional again with me and if it might occur with me as Odile or if that was a one-off. My being pleased with him thinking I was Odette is – as long time readers may remember - because I wanted to have sex with my father who blamed me for the death of my mother. I wanted to try and reduce his sorrow as he said I grew up to look just like her. But he never wanted to even see me. So he exiled me to ballet schools for training. At least with me as Odette Paul was my father for a few short minutes and for that I’m grateful, but I didn’t realize that until it was over.

 

Jacques hobby and Gigi

Jacques first daughter enters St Lucy’s

A New Years wish: Now that I’m home I can’t think of anything I want more right now than to be sucking gas through a twin-hose reg from a full tank 65feet below the surface while a favorite partner tries to drive my cervix into my lungs as he fucks my brains out. Jacques is capable of doing that and I’m so looking forward to having a lot of those sorts of energetic but blissful encounters in the next few days to make up for lost time.

Accustomed to his face: As I’ve become used to having Jacques in my bed I’ve learned a few of his idiosyncrasies, for example he can’t breast feed and then drill me for hours w/o the worst case of indigestion, so I pump before sex if I need my breasts emptied. Then after he has given me as many orgasms as I want he will take his own pleasure and we nap while he recycles. Afterward I will fall asleep while he gently breastfeeds before sleep overtakes him too. He is a few years older than me so at first I was concerned about his stamina and heart because I’ve had three men die on me during sexual encounters. As much fun as each one of them might have had with me I can tell you that none died smiling! One looked surprised. One couldn’t catch his breath, then vomited and shuddered before collapsing and the third who I was astride at the time left this world as he shot his wad in me. He gave one vicious thrust into me gasped, moaned and went limp.

At my insistence Jacques has had a complete physical and heart work-up and he was checked for possible aneurysms as well. His doctors say he has the body of someone in his thirties which with my sexual appetites is the best news we both could possibly get. In his way Jacques is every bit as good as Robin and Peter before him. I think he may even have been responsible for several pregnancies in the corps de ballet of the Paris Opera Ballet, shortly before he followed Marie-Claude from Paris to Vegas for her year of cross training. Jacques is the sort of man a woman is immediately attracted to a combination of father figure and energetic bad-boy who you know is trouble but you can’t help yourself for loving and think you can change. I’m old enough to know I can’t change a man from who he is, so I take each of my lovers as they are and enjoy them until I burn them out.

Jacques conquests: Jacques and I have an arrangement. If I’m not available he can take a suitable partner as I often do for stress relief. There are enough wealthy socialites in LV at any one time that he has a lot beautiful women to choose from. As returning readers know Jacques doesn’t want a family of his own which Marie-Claude recently found much to her chagrin. He also has a sort of hobby; impregnating business associates wives. Because he has great DNA he is in demand as an active sperm donor. By that I mean he is a man who personally plants his seed in the traditional way (by penile-vaginal intercourse) in a woman who wants to conceive. Almost all of the women he has impregnated who have born children by him are Europeans who he has known socially through their husbands (except for the unintended pregnancies of the POB dancers) who have been unable to impregnate their trophy wives themselves. There are a lot of women in the aristocracy and minor nobility who eventually come to Jacques with a proposal involving money when their husbands are unable to impregnate them, but he has more money than he can ever spend so he helps them conceive just for the fun of impregnating someone else’s wife, and the pleasure of intimately knowing another beautiful woman. He’s been doing that on and off, I mean periodically, for the past 16 years.

Jacques daughter, Gigi: I just met his first biological daughter (Gigi) who is entering St Lucy’s for the spring semester. She is the 16 y/o daughter of a French Count – one of the few who still has extensive family holdings a chateau and money - who is being sent to St Lucy’s for a year by her mom who was one of Tanaquil’s last Paris ‘toe-girls’ for ‘educational broadening’; a term which covers a lot of territory, but at St Lucy’s typically means sexual technique training. I’m beginning to think Gigi being enrolled at St Lucy’s had as much or more to do with Jacques coming to Vegas when he did than because he followed Marie-Claude out here. Jacques has known the Count since they were at boarding school together and is considered an Uncle to Gigi. I’ve arranged that Gigi room with Cyndi at St Lucy’s and I have a small suite in my guest wing for her if she wants to comer home with Cyndi on weekends.

Dive-sex, touring and Limnaea: Because we have been touring military hospitals for the last two weeks or so it’s limited my dive time. It’s not that I’m addicted to dive-sex, well not exactly, but I do love the sound of gas being sucked through my demand valve and the rush of bubbles of my exhalations while my partner is thrusting against the tip of my cervix! That’s why I have sexual partners who are very, very well endowed and know how to skillfully use every inch of their erections. It’s so beautiful when I’m on my back with the bubbles from the Mistral flowing around my hood and mask rising on either side of my partner, Jacques, while he is thrusting into my cervix. I’m not all that concerned about decompression sickness from flying soon after diving because when I ordered my G550 I had the cabin reinforced so it could be pressurized to match the elevation of Las Vegas (about 2,000 feet) when at cruising altitude. But now that we are back home again I can get back to deep diving with some serious bottom time.

An accident with a boyfriend: Today Cyndi nearly drowned a boyfriend who is new to SCUBA. He's ok now, but he swallowed a lot of water. They were having dive-sex in one of the small pools and you would think a guy would know enough not to spit out his regulator while in orgasm, right? Cyndi got him to the surface, but if they had been at the bottom of the pit when he tried to drink the pool he would probably be dead. It’s for that reason that I don't allow the kids in the pit unless I'm with them. And, I insist on everyone using spit-straps during dive-sex because the passion during orgasm can make newbies to the sport forget where they are. His spit-strap wasn't fastened. Around here that's like texting while driving, no spit strap can get you killed. I think he learned his lesson. After he recovered Cyndi took him down again right away so he could finish inside her, properly that time, and enjoy filling her with semen while his spit-strap prevented him from dislodging his reg. What she did with him is a bit like getting back on a horse after it has thrown you. If she hadn’t fucked him right away while they were both sucking gas he may well have been too afraid of diving to ever want to dive again. The pool is only 15 feet deep so they could easily unclip their gear and float to the surface, but if someone panics they can’t be reasoned with. After he successfully planted his seed inside her he got his confidence back.

Sappho and semen

Veronica and Cyndi


Cyndi and ‘accidental’ pregnancy: Cyndi, my 16 y/o Brit-chick ward is a bit Bi and several weeks ago one of the new girls entering St Lucy’s for the Fall term came on to her as Cyndi was taking her on an orientation tour. Since the newbie is pretty, a dancer and seemed interesting Cyndi wanted to respond to her advances, but thought it best to remain just friends and so she made sure Veronica met one of the schools Sappho Sisters who could better care for her sexual needs. But Veronica continued to pursue Cyndi so she came to me for help in escaping Veronica’s romantic advances. It’s not that Cyndi doesn’t enjoy girl-girl sex, but she would rather be the initiator than the pursued and Veronica being very assertive turns Cyndi off.

Cyndi comes to me regularly on weekends as she loves the taste of breast milk so she milks me whenever our schedules permit. She believes drinking my breast milk as a nutritional supplement helps in developing strong bones and smooth skin and I think she is probably right, but even if its not it’s a very pleasant way for us both to have quality time together. When we have time we combine her breast feeding with a little gentle girl-girl sex. I always let her initiates so she can practice her technique and I play hard to get so she has to work at seducing me before she gets the first mouthful of milk or to finger my clit. Once she’s latched on to one of my nipples we are both enjoying ourselves too much to think of anything other than pleasure. She has become an expert in caressing my clitoral shaft until I gasp in ecstasy and she can hold me there gasping and quivering until I beg her to take me to orgasm. I wear a ball-gag to prevent making too much noise though there is no one to hear our screams but Caesar (in the room as a bodyguard while Cyndi and I are at our most vulnerable) and he is sleeping off a big meal and making that loud purring sound that contented tigers make. After she has milked me and snuggled against me I finger her to vaginal orgasm. We’ve found it is a lot safer for me to give her an orgasm after she has finished with me because if I take her to climax while she is still breast feeding she will either bite my nipple or choke on the milk or both as she gasps in ecstasy.

The Problem: While we were in afterglow Cyndi brought up her problem and asked how she could avoid having a sexual relationship with her w/o losing Veronica as a friend. I asked if Veronica used any form of contraception and Cyndi said she was pretty sure she didn’t because she brags that being lesbian she doesn’t need to worry about pregnancy and the bother of contraception and she thinks pregnancy is according to Cyndi, ‘only for submissive women subjugated by men’. When I heard that I thought of a plan. I asked if Veronica knew Cyndi frequently has sex with a small stable of unprotected male partners since Cyndi has a GyneFix IUD implanted for her own protection. She said yes, but that Veronica said she was going to give her such amazing sex she would change her mind about preferring men. I asked if she had cautioned Veronika that when she was fertile and Cyndi was draining semen she could get Veronica pregnant by them fingering one another. She said she had told her that and even suggested if Veronica was going to be having sex with Bi-women she should get on the pill or use a cervical barrier for contraceptive protection. She said Veronica laughed and didn’t believe her and I thought to myself that Veronica hadn’t been paying attention in my Intro to Contemp. Sexual Health orientation lecture, which in this case was working to Cyndi’s advantage.

The Plan: I asked if Cyndi knew where Veronica was in her menstrual cycle and she said that everyone’s cycles were common knowledge in the dorms, which was what I expected. Knowing that, my advice to Cyndi was to have as much sex with her boyfriends as possible from about CD10 through CD20 of Veronica’s cycle when she was most likely to be fertile. That way Cyndi would always have live sperm draining out of her and if Veronica initiated sex during her fertile days, which given the hormone surge she was likely to do, with Cyndi discharging semen and Veronica discharging fertile cervical mucus Veronica was likely to impregnate herself.

That was three weeks ago and it seems to have worked out well so far. Veronica was with Cyndi during days 11 through 17 of her cycle and was due to get her period this past Thursday. ‘Auntie Flo’ was a no-show so she is now officially three days late and Veronica is beginning to worry because her cycles are normally very regular and she hasn’t had an illness or stress that can sometimes delay ovulation and therefore her period. She hasn’t had any symptoms; vomiting, lack of stamina, changes in areola texture and coloration etc but this early that’s not unusual and Cyndi thinks she is afraid to test for the pregnancy hormone hCG and she has begun to avoid Cyndi.