Blood Sex - and Why We're So Fascinated (or Repelled) By Blood

There was blood everywhere. I’m talking knife to the jugular level. It looked like a friggin’ crime scene. I felt like we were in an episode of CSI. I left a bloody handprint on her white wall.

She was already wearing the strap-on when I arrived. She was walking, living, breathing sex, definitionally. No joke. If you look up “Sex” in Merriam Webster's dictionary, her picture is there.

Her hands clutched my upper arms. Once our skin touched, it was all over. With the potent electricity and excitement of being together, we skipped foreplay and went in for penetrative sex immediately. There was no workup, which of course seemed like a good idea at the time (hence, the blood). Sometimes your head gets ahead of your body and there is no stopping the raging libido monster within.

My first reaction post-blood was to act embarrassed, but the sheepishness was feigned. I felt like I was supposed to be worried and upset, but I wasn’t. I was turned on. I didn’t care about the mess. There was something so raw and animalistic about the whole thing. It didn’t take long for her to realize I wasn’t freaked out (or in pain, BTW). She admitted to being very into the blood too.

It's called blood play, but information on it is pretty sparse. If you Google it, you’ll mostly find information on donating blood to the Red Cross and HIV statistics. Not helpful. Still, I wanted to know everything there was to know. Because I haven’t stopped texting this woman about blood sex.

This whole accidental experience had put blood on my mind. What is it about blood? Am I freak for being so very into this? Why are people into it? Wait - are people into it? If I wanted to have it again, what would I have to do to make it happen? (For health reasons, I don’t want to cause minor vaginal tearing again ...)

What is blood play, first of all?

Now, you might have read the anecdote above and wondered what the actual fuck I was talking about. That’s OK. Like I said, there isn’t much information out there about using blood during sex. Blood inspires strong reactions in people. I had a boyfriend who legit fainted when he saw blood. I once started my period during sex and he went pale and nearly puked. LOL, good times.

Blood play finds its ties in the kink and the BDSM community. Professional dominatrix Sandra LaMorgese, Ph.D., says that “just like all BDSM, blood play involves establishing a power dynamic between partners, with the dominant partner in control over the submissive partner. The only difference is that with blood play, you're establishing that dominance by creating a power narrative that involves blood” instead of (or in addition to) other BDSM equipment.

LeMorgese says that the same rules of consent, communication and understanding are involved with blood play - only even more so; drawing blood can be dangerous.

Seriously, we’re talking about blood here. It really can be dangerous (even if it sounds mad fun). LaMorgese tells us that blood play can involve cutting each other or oneself, licking blood off your partner, or even drinking it.

It’s probably important to note that it doesn’t necessarily involve real, human blood every time, though. It depends on what you’re looking to do up in here. You can enjoy blood play using blood capsules, menstrual blood, or even something you pretend is blood such as red wine or strawberry sauce.

It’s called being imaginative, guys.

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Why are people into blood play?

We’re animals at our very core. Hunting, killing and eating things is pretty f-ing feral … which can be sexy. Obviously not everyone is going to be turned on by this, but it makes sense why some people would be. We’re a sexually dynamic breed when we’re left to our own devices.

LaMorgese says that blood play is fundamentally no different than other forms of BDSM: It’s about control and power. “People are curious and it makes them feel edgy and sexy,” she says.

You’re not a freak if you like blood during sex. You’re not square if this is making you queasy. Everyone is different.