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story 174
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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When I was about 7 and
found my Dad's porn magazines. I spent hours with a mirror comparing
myself to the women in the magazines.
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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The
only thing I can remember is her telling me at a very young age to make
sure I wiped from front to back.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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I can remember
in 4th grade my friends talking about one girl who fingered herself with
a condom on her fingers and told all of the other girls.
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when I got
my first period...
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I was 11
and I started before my sister who was 2 years older than me. That was
a sore subject around the house for weeks.
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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At a
sleepover when I was 10 my friend, who was 9, and I started talking about
boys and sex. She asked me if I wanted to see what she looked like "down
there." I remember my heart beating really fast as she removed her
panties. She told me to get really close to get a good look at it. I
remeber the smell and how much her vulva differed from mine. I remember
thinking that her flappy lips must have been because she pulled on them.
LOL! After all I was a year older than her so I knew it couldn't have
been that she was more developed. How stupid! She then asked me to take
of my panties and she got really close. One thing led to another and
we started touching and rubbing. I think I must've had about 10 orgasms.
The biggest lasting memory I have of that night was tasting her lubrication.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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I think I would be much
more up front and informative than my mother was. I would want her to
be completely comfortable with all of her body.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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about
my past :-)
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