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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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Must have been around
age 8 - using the running water in the tub to masturbate. I don't remember
how my mother knew, but I remember her telling me that I shouldn't do
it because my stomach would fill up with water and I would "explode" (i'm
sure she didn't use that exact term, but thats the jist of it). I couldn't
stop though, i didn't understand what was going on, i just knew that
i liked it and i really wanted to do it. Ofcourse now i know that i had
nothing to worry about, i didn't realize at that age that what i was
doing was running water on my cliteras, not putting water into my vagina
and risking some kind of explosion.
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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that
i shouldn't do that - (masturbate)
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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I'm 16 now,
and i've never really had a conversation with my friends over the mysteries
of our vaginas, but now that i'm older and their's no mystery i have
had conversations over trimming and shaving your pubes.
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when I got
my first period...
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summer
before 5th grade. I fell asleap on the couch and when i woke up i noticed
i had something on my undies. It was very little and already dried up,
and so before the possibility that it was my period came to mind, i actually
considered the idea that some how i must have gotten chocolate icecream
on my underwear (thank goodness i didn't try and taste it right) : )
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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I
was at my friends house this year (so this is at age 16) and it was my
sister, our two friends (who are sisters), their mom, her boyfriend,
and three of his friends. We were all drinking and i had been flirting
with one of the guys the whole night. I hadn't made out with a guy in
atleast two years before that night, so i kind of really wanted to do
something. So after the girls went to bed, and my friends' mom and her
boyfriend went to their room, and the other two guys were completely
passed out on the floor and the couch, we started to make out. He groped
my breasts alot and after a while started to try and put his hand down
my pants. I liked it at first (couse he was touching my clitoras) but
then he tried to go further and started to finger me; it really got me
out of the mood because for some reason (i was already wet) all i could
think about was this image of him just standing there and taking his
fingers and taking a big whiff of them. Needless to say, it got me out
of the mood quick. He noticed i didn't want him that far down cause i
wasn't exactly spreading my legs open for him, so he got out of there
quick. I kept making out with him for basically the rest of the night.
It may not have been the smartest thing i've ever done, but i don't regret
it.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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I would tell her that
Its yours and you can do what ever you want with it, and that its a special
power that you have over men cause you are the only one who decides who
can have it and when.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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the
fact that i'm still a virgin and i really want to have sex, but i can't
find anyone i would want to have sex with.
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