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story 134
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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I was 6 in the bathtub
and I put a toothbrush into it.
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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Sex was
someting special to be shared with your husband.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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A group
of us girls got together when I was 8 (my first period had come) and
we started talking about ourselves. We even got undresed and touched
each other.
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when I got
my first period...
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I was scared,
nobody had told me about it yet (I was 8)
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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I was
13 and I was giving a guy a blow job when I realized that I wanted it.
I took off my clothes and just got on top of him and we had sex. That
was the beginning of the end. I was hooked.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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I told her sex is for
your pleasure, be safe and don't get pregnant.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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honestly,
about masturbating
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