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story 116
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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difficult to remember
but guess must have been quite young. 'Discovered' whilst playing with
other children.
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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all I should
know and all I needed to know with the usual warnings of where it could
lead if I misbehaved myself in anyway.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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was when
we were all starting periods and getting interested in boys. One of the
girls in our group had an experience with a boy - touching/feeling - and
we wanted to know what it was like.
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when I got
my first period...
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I was possibly
12 or thereabouts.
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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was with
my first real boyfriend. We only dated for a short time. It wasn't really
a friendship. I think we both used the experince to learn about the opposite
sex. We never had sex - I saved that until I was ready - but we did everything
all healthy interested teenagers do in their first romance - gain knowledge.
I learned not to be afraid of my body nor to think that men had the power
over women except in physical force.
My very first experience was all touch with clothes on and kissing. He
would rub me through my briefs and I would rub his penis through his pants.
As we got to know each other later, we removed some items of clothes.
If I was going out in his car I would be daring and leave my briefs off
saving the bother of either dropping them or getting them back up in the
confines of the car. It meant sitting on something to stop the wetness
soaking the car seat. I also bought a front fastening bra to make it easier
for us both.
He used to manipulate me - one finger in my vagina and tweaking my clit
- to orgasm and I would scream out until it was over and I would bring
him to climax as well.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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by all means learn by
it but save it for the right boy/man, or if that way inclined, right woman.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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my teen
years
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