Saliva Bleed For Me Novels & Stories

“I’m fine—that’s the weird thing.” “Okay. Now tell me everything he said, from the beginning.” “So, I went in and told him what was happening, and he just looked into my nose and then my throat because I said I had a sore throat a week or so ago, but now I think that’s totally unrelated. Then he asked me if I’ve been in an accident recently or had any kind of surgery, a head trauma, a hard hit to the head. I haven’t, and I told him that. Then he asked about the taste of the liquid and I told him I had no idea because I didn’t taste it, obviously. I was fine at the doctor’s office so I couldn’t show him, but I told him it especially starts dripping whenever I lean down for too long, look down

I made a few more attempts to reach out to him, only for the result to remain the same, and the mental stress to worsen my condition, forcing me to cease further attempts. Time into my attempt to free myself, I started to taste a familiar metallic flavor hitting my tongue and stopped. I felt more metallic fluid forming in my mouth and spat it out, revealing it to be blood. One look at the spit of blood, and a sigh escaped my lips, all energy I had leaving me.

He wouldn’t appreciate the comparison, but his behavior sort of reminds me of a dog guarding a bone. I hiccup a hysterical laugh as the image forms in my mind – the big bad Alpha getting possessive about his new human pet– but when the doctor and Sinclair look down at me with concern I quickly sober. “Sorry, my nerves are fraying a bit.” I explain, prompting Sinclair to wrap one of his muscular arms around me. Turning towards the doctor, I add. “I don’t know how long I’ve been bleeding, I just woke up and felt it.” The doctor looks back to Sinclair, waiting until he gives his permission before approaching me. “Have you had any other symptoms?”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing. She cleared her throat and said tensely “the bed sheet… had quite a large circle on it, and then when I stood up it was dripping down on the floor but not like in a non stop flow, just a few drops every few seconds. It’s still bleeding until now, you can say like on a third day of a period kind of bleeding” She nodded her head firmly and asked “And you’re sure it’s not your period starting right?” “Yes, I’m sure” “I need to examine your cervix, to give you a definitive answer”

He buckled it behind my head, making sure it was tight but comfortable enough that I could still breathe. Saliva started pooling up right away. I tried to swallow but it just leaked out the corners of my mouth in thick, warm strings that ran straight down my chin and onto my chest. It felt so messy and humiliating, especially with the blindfold still on and my hands tied behind me. I made a small, wet sound around the gag in my attempt to hold the drool in. Mr. Jerry hummed approvingly. “Fuck, listen to you already drooling. Such a filthy sight.”

The same concerned look is still on her face. “What? Like I said, not interested in eating grass with you.” “That’s not what I was going to say. You have a nose bleed.” She points out. Ariel looks up at me now and screams, dropping her spoon and covering her lips in horror. I feel as though their reaction is a bit excessive till I touch my nose and stare at the bright red liquid on my fingertips. It’s only then that I start feeling just a little light headed. I try to offer calming words to Ariel that’s freaking out until the strong desire to cough overwhelms me and I cough up a good portion of blood all over the remnants of my food in my plate.

After flushing it, I finished half of my Colgate toothpaste, brushed until my gums and tongue bled. Cookie, Cookie, Cookie, you are in trouble. I'll make you pay Ted Allen!

The moment that I got to the room, I immediately went to the bathroom and I spit out saliva because I could still taste the blood. "Fck! I guess my jaw weakened huh? This wouldn’t bleed even if I am slapped a few times but in just one slap of that man it already bled. Funny. I said to myself, after that I washed my face and cleaned my mouth. I got out of the comfort room and went to my study table to get some cigarette.

I was so, so, so wrong. I licked my lips, trying not to let out a whimper. I hadn’t realized that I was biting down on my lip so hard that it bled, until I tasted the blood. I couldn’t even feel it, though. Because it was the least painful thing I was feeling right now. Are you curious? Do you want to know what it feels like? Let me put it this way. Have you ever donated blood before? I have, once.

Merri took a sip of water. I still haven't dared to tell her that the water was actually mixed with Dylan's saliva. Despite its healing properties, saliva is still saliva! What normal person wouldn't be disgusted to find out? "Yeah, it's quite expensive. Because other people won't get it." "Is that true? Wow, I'm so lucky to have you!” Bwak, dwag! A loud crashing sound came from outside the room. "Dylan?" "Hey, I'm back. This time I brought some bread for us.”