I believe that honesty is the best policy.  If I'm on my period, I usually tell people trying to schedule that I'm not available for a few days and request that they schedule later.  They usually guess what's going on and we have a laugh over it later.  There was one time that my monthly "friend" showed up in the middle of a session.  I had excused myself to the restroom and much to my surprise, there she was... I ended up offering my client a discount or the chance to leave and he graciously scheduled for another day.  He was sweet enough to realize that I wasn't feeling well and took me out to my favorite Chinese restaurant in lieu of other activities.......

Jaclyn

I've discussed this very thing with my Sister Providers, and while some continue to make dates during that time, I prefer not. To each their own, and whatever works..
I know most men cringe just HEARING the word 'period', so I'm trying to 'train' my clients to understand phrases such as "I'm sorry - I'm not booking any appointments that week", or "next week is not a good week for me" or, more often, " that's during my 'OFF' week" or " my week I take off" so they will know what that (usually) means.
Ironically, and I swear, it never fails - I get the most calls or emails during this time! And that's what the others say, too!
It's hilarious..

Sedona

In the 20's& 30's of the 20th centenary before oral contraceptives.  Having FS during a woman's period was called a "Spanish Honeymoon" and many married couple preferred it because it was the only time they could have BBFS without having to worry about getting pregnant, which was not always true.  Should knowing this make me feel old?

My first hobby experience actually was something similar...

After months of research and trepidation about my first foray into the hobby, I scheduled a "date" with a well reviewed and fairly well known New York City independent.

Amongst her requirements was a "get to know you" advance period (no pun intended)...dinner and / or drinks...off the clock (not a "dinner date")...so, after she arrived and we exchanged pleasantries, around the corner we went to a nice restaurant in my neighborhood.

Dinner was decent, the wine was fine, and the company was better than both, so the decision was made to continue the date back at my place. I HAD noticed that she excused herself a handful of times during what was a relatively short meal, but I was frankly too nervous and excited to really care. It was going to be my first time with an escort, and hot dog, she was a HOTTIE!!

Well, at least I thought it was going to be my first time. On the walk back home she explains that "Aunt Flo" has arrived unexpectedly, more than likely do to a change in contraceptives she was using. She asked if I was still interested in a "date"...I told her to give me a few minutes to think about it while we continued to walk back to my apartment.

Now, as a rule, I wouldn't have sex with a woman on her period (at that point it had only been twice in my life, once unintentionally), and I sure as hell wouldn't have sex with a woman on her period I hardly knew, except to know that she WASN'T monogamous (ummm...hello...blood? Potentially EVERYWHERE??). It wasn't really a debate in my mind regarding if we were going to have sex...I was strategizing how to explain to her that we weren't going to have sex AND that I didn't expect to pay for our "date". (Again, remember...this was my first hobby experience...so I had no idea what the protocol for something like this would be).

Once we arrived at my place I let her know that no, I wasn't interested in partaking. She then explained how she had "lots of toys with her" and that "we could have fun anyway"...exactly the sort of "pressure" I was looking to avoid (I mean, what could possibly be sexy about a bloody dildo?). Any debate about the issue however was cut short by her need to use my bathroom for another check on the "state of affairs", which apparently was not good.

It seemed that the switch in contraceptives had not only triggered her menstrual flow unexpectedly, but with a vengeance. She had already gone through the pad / tampon she had gotten at the restaurant, and was now rifling through my GFs private stash (no, GF and I didn't live together, but she slept there often and keep toiletries in the 2nd bathroom). When she emerged from the water closet she agreed that sex...at least intercourse...was out of the question.

With that, I thanked her for dinner (which had been genuinely enjoyable), called for a Town Car to come pick her up and take her home at my expense, and gave her $50 for her time. She was so grateful for my graciousness that she rewarded me some SERIOUS fooling around while we wanted for the car to arrive...no BJ, everyone’s clothes stayed on, but it was PLENTY hot all the same. I was told a rescheduled date would be worth the call back, but I decided to opt out...I never rescheduled.

At the time I thought to myself that it was fate...my first trip into the escort world had been a misfire...and maybe I should get the hint. I got past that...obviously...lol.

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I have had sex with women in various stages of thier period.  Suppose it is okay but not the best.  My first provider second vist.  Very inexperinced.  She told me her Aunt Flo was visting.  Well I am 40 something and that kind of threw me.  I certainly was not interested in her Aunt Flo.  Then I got it and asked if she wanted to cancel.  She did not so I stayed.  I am rather large and wear a Magnum condum and since then I have had various providers come up with excuses to not partake of intercourse with me.  So I always wonder if this was an excuse. I think yes maybe.  Anyone else have issues like that happen with an excuse not to do full service?

When I was married, sex during that time of the month was frequent and mostly unrestricted.  A bath towel on the bed was the standard precaution.  But I still chuckle when I recall the morning after one such night we had gone at it hot and heavy with the lights off and fallen off to sleep straightaway.  I was awakened by my 6-or-so year old daughter, who had come into our room while we were still asleep, saying, "Dad!  You're hand is all rusty!"  I can't remember how I swept it aside and avoided the issue, but I'm sure I was a bit tongue-tied for few minutes.  Out of the mouths of babes....