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story 195
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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from age 8 or 9
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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quite
a lot but she didn't call it by the name we know it - vagina. It was
some kinda 'family' name we used for it - I think it was Phoofer - but
can't remember.
I know one day, maybe I was then 7, I walked into the bathroom to take
a shower and she was already in the room taking a shower. As I walked
in she was just stepping out. I noticed, as little girls do, that she
was well formed with quite large but pert breasts, well rounded hips
and a dark brown hair patch in her crutch. I suppose I had seen her in
this state of dress many times but not this time I felt mature enough
to ask some questions - things like why do girld have breasts, why do
you have hair and I don't, why do women have babies and boys don't.
I think it was then she decided to give me a 'talking' to and we started
to talk about bodies, girls, boys, men and women. She went into a lot
of detail especially about girls and women. It was while talking about
babies that she actually showed me, probably due to all the questions,
from where I was born. We had a chair in the bathroom and she sat on,
splayed and lifted her legs apart and with her fingers pulled back the
labia so that I could see. She was still wet from the shower so her hair
was still dripping water. It was while she was showing me this I noticed
that hair covered her entirely from the front, right over the labia and
round to her anus. She pointed to her labia lips and also where her clitoris
was. It didn't mean anything to me then. I asked if I had one and she
said yes but it might not be developed yet. I wanted to have a look anyway.
Of course having seen where I came from I wanted to know about the hair
and why there was so much. She said that in a few years I would have
hairs too and that first there would be a few then more and more as I
got older. Then we got onto breasts and why she had them and I didn't.
She showed me where mine would be one day. I already had "bumps" even
at that age.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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it was during
our early teens that my friend and I discussed our bodies, periods, boys,
sex, penises, and our vaginas.
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when I got
my first period...
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I was
not expecting it. I was having a shower one day and noticed a light brownish
red stain on the shower pan. Asker my mother if I had cut myself and
she said it was more likely I had started my period when she looked around
my legs and couldn't find any cuts. She offered me a tampon to wear.
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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I
was 16 going on 18. It was with someone I was going with at the time
and we had discussed my virginity, that I wanted to preserve myself for
marriage and so on. One night while making out we went further than either
of us wanted then but 8it just seemed right. He enetered me and we made
love. Neither of us had expereienced it before but our sexual senses
told us what to do. We both rocked aiding each others enjoyment of our
linking together. My bf came first releasing a large amount of fluid
in me. I wasn't prepared for it and could feel it running out of me and
down my legs. Fortunately I had a towel nearby which I grabbed and pushed
under me. he didn't know he had to work me so I didn't climax then nor
for many times after that and in order to feel fulfilled had to masturbate
myself. After about our 7th or 8th time I decided to masturbate in front
of him without waiting until he had gone and this must have given him
the idea that he had to finish me off to give me satisfaction. So on
another occasion we had very beautiful sex. I must add that it was always
protected sex. I wasn't on the pill in the early days but went to my
doctor and had my prescription which menat we could sometimes have sex
without a condom which was better.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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it was hers and what
she did with it and with whom she shared was her choice but that I would
ALWAYS be there to advise, help and to protect her when things went wrong.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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of
my early sexual experiences.
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