Damned Nose Bleeds

I get these horrific nose bleeds.

I may not have a nose bleed for months. And then my nose will pour blood for days in a row. Usually, they occur after a nice relaxing hot shower. I'm drying off only to see my beautiful new towel covered w blood. Want to know a great way to ruin a nice relaxing hot shower - follow it by trying to shove tissue into your nose, a nose thats spewing blood everywhere you look, w hands that are soaking wet and so making the tissue soaking wet, while your blood covered face makes you look like a well fed zombie. Clearly, in case my frustration is not obvious enough, I just had another nose bleed. I'm sitting at my laptop, wearing yet another blood stained towel, w tissue shoved up my left nostril.  And its always the fucking left nostril!!!

And since I knew better than to try going straight to bed, I turned on my laptop.  I made that mistake before of going right to bed and woke up the next morning to a bloody pillow and bloody sheet.  My mom, it was when I was still a teenager, was convinced the blood had all come from my vagina and that I was newly sexually active.  I kept saying - "my pillow - really?"  Now do realize, I was already sexually active - but the blood was from my nose dang it!!!!  I turned to my favorite sites on blogger and realized I have been a very bad girl.  I'm sorry.  I've just been busy having wonderful moments to blog later (smiling).  But since I'm sitting here looking stupid w what looks like a tampon up my nose, and since I've been bad to blogger . . .

. . . . It only seems appropriate now to admit to one of my most embarrassing moments ever.

I was still in high school. I wasn't like the biggest slut at our school, but I wasn't exactly the most pristine either. I was about average. Laughing. Anyway, I had been dating this guy for a few months. We had not had sex yet, but we were probably working towards it. As it happened, I was on my period this particular night. We'd gone to a movie and were necking pretty serious in the parking lot afterwards. He was clearly hinting at getting a blowjob. I let him hint for a good long while even though I'd already decided I would do that for him. What can I say to defend myself, young girls who think they're in love. When I began undoing his pants, I smiled because I could hear his breathing change from excitement. Thinking back, I believe his was the second dick I had taken between my lips. I'm sure my lack of experience was telling in my lack of skill, but my audience wasn't complaining. I'm bobbing away on his dick when I lean back to take a break and to kiss him on his lips. I ran the back of my hand along my nose because it felt a little wet, I was surprised to see my hand covered w something . . . something I soon determined was blood. He's in shock because he doesn't know what's going on. I later learn that my face became smeared w blood when I wiped my hand across it; and it was my face smeared w blood that he saw. He told me he at first thought the blood had come from him. He checked his pants and there was the sight I have tried long to forget - his dick, thighs, and pants covered in bright red blood. Neither of us made any real effort to see the other one again. There was no recovering from a moment like that.