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story 126
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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when I was small and
me and my big sis used to play with the neighbours boys. We played Doctors
and Nurses. Usually it entailed dropping our pants so the other could
have a look. The boys were older than us and seemed particulary interested
in my sister especially as she was developed. I think they thought I
was the scrawny copy with not too much to show for it. They spent quite
a bit of time looking between her legs.
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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I was still
young - think about 10 and my sis was about 12. We had a young brother
who was just 8.
My Mom & Dad were very open about sex and decided we were old
enough to learn and understand what sex was about. It might be hard for
my brother, they thought, but he could learn from the experience.
One Sunday afternoon my Mom said we would all sit down together and talk
about it but there was one rule. So that none of us would be embarassed
or shy we would sit without clothes on but just a towel around our middles
to start with. My Mom proposed to make it easy we would all undress together.
My older sis wasn't too keen at first as she had developed her breasts
and pubic hair and was feeling kinda self conscious about herself. Dad
suggested that by being naked we would be less self conscious. We undressed,
laughing as we did so, and draped a towel across ourselves. Then my Dad
started by telling us that men were different to women and that a man
was built differently for a special reason. My Mum continued by telling
us that they were the gentler sex and had more rounded fuller figures,
fatty features and had babies.
We went onto physical differences and my Dad stood up and dropped his
towel to show that he had, as he described, a penis, a scrotum, pubic
hair and confirmed that men had nipples and the body was covered in hair.
My mom stood up and dropped her towel to show that she did not have a
penis but did have pubic hair and breasts, on the end of which were nipples
just like Dads. She explained what the breasts were for and how babies
used them.
Between them they went into the details about the various body parts
and what they did. My brother wanted to know how babies were made and
where they came from, I did too but think my sister already knew. By
now my parents had sat down and my brother had thrown his towel off leaving
my sister and I, but my sister had her arms folded across her chest.
My Dad then pointed to his penis saying that when Mums and Dads got together
they were usually having a loving moment and during this time both became
excited and went into some details.
He then said that he would at the right moment insert his penis into
Mommy. By now we wanted to know where. Mommy lent back in her seat and
splayed her legs and showed us where the penis went in and the baby would,
later, like us, come out. My brother, not being too clever, said he couldn't
see how a baby could come through all the hair and did it have to be
cut off when he was told no it wasn't. My sister had by lost her towel
and gone over to have a look at Mommy a bit closer and was asking questions
- all of which I cannot remember now. My sister had quite light coloured
short pubic hair while my Mom had almost long thick jet black and my
Dad very dark brown.
I was quite relaxed about it too and had removed my towel and asked if
I had what Mommy had and she said I did but the best way to see it was
with a mirror. So I got a mirror and looked, as did my brother, and I
could see my lips(vulva),labia and my bottom. I went and had a look at
my Mom and saw everything closely. Seeing her meant I knew that I wasn't
different and she said that soon I would start to develop like my sister.
I already had little "buds" where my breasts would
be.
Today I am a good 38"
My sister asked my Dad if she could touch his penis to feel what it was
like and he allowed her to touch it a little and look at it.
We then went into how babies were made (the actions - without a demonstration
I might add), how they developed and then how they were born and Mommy
showed us how we were delivered into the world. Mommy then told my sister
and I about menstruation and how we would have periods until we became
too old to have children of our own. She gave us a lot of information
that helped us both through our early days and into our teens.
My Dad suggested that we should always be careful about our bodies, not
to be shy talking about them, or perhaps even showing them to each other
but to consider what we wanted to do as we grew up as there was always
a risk showing someone else especially if you didn't know them too well
or even when you did know them. He gave us very sound advice then and
still does today.
We never saw our parents naked again but they didn't discourage us if
we wanted to be.
After more details, mainly with the actual sex act, we all dressed again
and carried on as normal. My sister was never shy or embarassed about
her body again as I haven't been either.
We probably spent nearly 2 hours talking about and seeing our bodies
and we were never inquisitive again.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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we didn't
need to.
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when I got
my first period...
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i was ready
for it as Mommy had explained it all to me in great detail.
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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was when
I was 15 and going steady with a boy from my college. We did the usual
kissing and fondling of each others parts. He especially enjoyed going
inside my undies and feeling between my legs as I enjoyed rubbing the
top of his penis.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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would, I hope, be something
along the lines of how my parents told me. This was in the 60's so thinks
on the sex front were opening up then and parents were beginning to think
sex education in a different way.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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i would
like to be young once more and to enjoy the life I had as a teenager.
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