Today was one of those really nice days where the bf and I were kinda flirting through texts all day. I get home and we curl up in bed after dinner, and things start progressing. It's great, bc I haven't been in the mood hardly at all in recent months. He's fingering me, and we're kissing, and it's fantastic--until I roll us over to get on top and ride him. His hand is covered in blood, it's smeared on my thigh...He immediately goes completely flaccid and asks for something to wipe off with. Completely ruined my evening, and I'm so upset I could cry.