The Morning Wood Tree

by Siggy Shade

The tree continues trying to remove the cup, its stiff fingers prolonging my pleasure until I collapse into my restraints, sighing, spent, and satisfied. “What an interesting flavor,” the tree says, its voice drifting through my consciousness. “But you haven’t reached my blood.” “Your slippery sap,” it replies. “It is most refreshing.” Oh, fuck. It’s talking about my fluids. All this time I was chasing my orgasm, when the tree was consuming my juices. I didn’t think such a thing was possible with a menstrual cup but then I remember advanced level Biology. The Bartholin's glands that secrete lubrication are located at the entrance of the vagina, while the cup is halfway to my cervix. A rumble spreads through the darkened space, followed by the words, “I want more.”