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story 161
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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when i was about
four i enjoyed sliding along a bar at my
local park.
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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to
make sure i kept it clean, and to tell her if i thought
anything was wrong.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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i slept
at my friends house when we were five. we heard her
mum and dad having sex in the next room and took turns
watching through the keyhole on their door. Afterwards we
went back to my friends room, and she sed that we had to kiss
each other and put our tongues in each others mouth, and then
pull our knickers down and touch down there. i was shocked,
but did it anyway coz i thort i had to.
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when I got
my first period...
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i was
12 and on a skool trip. I had to tell my form teacher
and she took me to the first aid room to get a pad.
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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apart
from with my friend aged 5, was with my boyfriend on a
beach in ibiza. A large group of us went on holiday there
together, and after a night-time stroll we went into a small
cove off the beach and made mad passionate love in the
sand..... well actually it was more fumbling around wham bam
thankyou mam!!!!!!! it was over quickly, and i felt cheated
out of wot was supposed to be a special and enjoyable
experience. We made up for it a few weeks later tho!!!!!
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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to take care of
it, to keep it to herself until she felt the
time was right and to talk to me if she had any problems with
it.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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that
i feel very horny, and may call my husband home from work
early to relieve my sexual tension.
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