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story 179
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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let me see game with
boys in the street when we were five or six...
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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nothing
of value
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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probalt
about the time of my firstshared experienced...we seemed to talk of nothng
else at 13
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when I got
my first period...
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at 11...earlier
than most o my clas ..tits too
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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I was
fourteen ...third year ... on the bus on a school trip..sat next to our
pe teacher...pretended to go to sleep and leaned on him. after a while
I turned around to get more comfortable and sort of fell onto him and
snuggled up across his lap. He put his left arm under my head and I curled
my knees up between him and the window. I could feel his cock harden
against my tits and I sort of let my hand slide around his waist to hold
myself on. The journey was long and it was January, so it soon went dark.
I'm afraid it was my fault, because I let my hand begin to stroke him
under his jumper ...he responded by letting his right hand settle on
my hip. I'd never had a boy's hand on me before and my fanny was wet
as hell. My hand slowly made its way towards his front and at the same
time he very very slowly made his way down to my kneeand then up under
my skirt. First to my knickers, then into them and onto my bare bum.
I'd never felt anything like it before as his fingers trailed up and
down my bum crack and inevitably eventually onto my wet pussy. I couldn't
wait and I pushed my hand between us under his jumper and undip his zip.
I pushed my hand inside and he slid back a couple of inches to let me
hold his cock...god, the girls in my class would have given anything
for this moment alone. He found my clit immediately...but he knew where
to feel....gently massaged it until I thought I'd explode. He spoke for
the first time in an hour and whipsered 'tell me when to stop' I said
'never'.... and hung on to his cock hard as I came in a flood of juices
and biting back my desire to yell out.... He whispered, 'rub gently up
and down' and after a few minutes he went tense and my hand was covered
in warm fluid. We never discussed it and it has beenwith me for thirty
odd years. I wonder of he remembers it with as much excitement as me.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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choose carefully who
to share it with...
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this conversation
makes me think...
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I'd
love the jurney to have been all night
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