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story 115
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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9 when I was playing
with some boys in a field of scrub and grass. We made a camp and one of
the boys asked if he showed his would I show mine - so I did and the other
boys showed there's too. Of course we weren't all that familiar with everything
but I am sure one of the boys managed to get a finger inside me.
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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to watch
out for boys who only had sex on their minds and a penis in their pants.
I was one of four girls and the second youngest.
We were pretty carefree at home and tended to walk about naked in front
of each other. My Dad had a big dangly penis. Sometimes I saw it erect,
usually when he took a shower. As my sisters and I reached puberty we
didn't wander around naked so much.
We did see our parents making love one night. We weren't supposed to see
but watched them through the door and in a mirror. It was a beautiful
sight for us and we knew when we came into contact with boys exactly what
to expect.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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was in our
mid teens.
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when I got
my first period...
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about 11
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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was when
I was 17 and just getting over the death of a relative. I think I might
have been in a weakened state as my childhood sweetheart and I had refrained
from sex, wanting to keep the moment special when we married, though did
sleep togther. However, one night we got quite passionate, possibly overly
so and it just happened. We were staying with friends and I was abit tearful
when I went to bed and my boyfriend was holding me and cuddling me and
reassuring me all the time. I responded and I did he did and so it went
on. Many of the earlier stories will tell you how easy it is.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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everyting - why not?
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this conversation
makes me think...
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my first
night of love - real love.
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