I finally plucked up the courage to post a picture on here of my labia which I have had a love/ hate relationship with since my early teens! I have large inner and outer labia and have never felt right down there. Paintings and sculptures do not depict labia that hang down, women in porn don’t look like that. Going to the swimming pool or watching the Olympics… no other women have a bulge in their swimwear caused by their labia.
I am a midwife, so I see labia on almost a daily basis! They come in all shapes and sizes, none look the same, but still I do not feel good about my own. It’s ridiculous! I think what really pushed me to do this was meeting a woman who had undergone FGM when she was 8 years old. She was having a baby and would have to be cut open in order to give birth. She was the same age as me and terrified. And I just realised how lucky I am. I can experience pleasure, I can be intimate with someone, I can have sex, I can orgasm. I am one of the fortunate ones.
We need to learn to love ourselves girls, for who we are and how we were made to be. And be grateful that it hasn’t been taken away from us xx
Um….rest assured….there are men out there (such as myself) that would love to spend hours suckling, teasing and fucking such a gorgeous pussy….WOW. YUM!!
C’mere, Beautiful….I have a few places you can put that….
MMMm…I want an hour or so to suck on that…
I saw her come down the escalator, looking cute and bringing back memories of meeting her at her old job. She had on her Dad’s Navy pea coat and that crooked smile that always enthralled me for some reason.
We went to Potbelly, across the street from her workplace. She really looked good. Fuck! I was annoyed by that fact. We got food and sat down in an alcove in the back of the place. We ate, talked and flirted. I couldn’t help complimenting her. I was on a high from having all of these wanna-be teachers kissing my ass for a job. I felt good to be who I was. I wanted to see her sexy ass in front of me…waiting for a hard cock to penetrate her.
We flirted a lot. She mentioned that she wanted her own collar, with a little jewel on it. She smile. “A girl has to have her bling…” God, I was so charmed by that, said like a smartass high school kid. What a nasty minded 30 year old she is. We continued with that kind of talk. She has a knack for finding each of my buttons and pressing it until I can’t take it.
I finally decided to take control. “Stroke your nipple. Pinch it. Nobody can see you.” She was hesitant, but aroused. I nodded my head and she did as I told her. She whispered, “that went straight to my pussy.” I just loved that. I told her to squeeze her pussy hard. Nobody was watching, so I showed her the tent that my cock was making in my pants. Her eyes bugged out. I realized that’s one difference between her and my wife. She loves cocks. My wife likes the pleasure they bring her, but doesn’t find them inherently arousing.
Her lunch hour was coming to an end. We looked around and saw only some old guy, reading the paper and clearing his throat. I pulled her quickly into the hallway where the rest rooms were. We kissed hard. She grabbed my cock and felt it, balls to head. I grabbed her pussy from outside of her pants as if I owned that beautiful, hot hole.
It was a long, frustrating trip home. It was overcast that day. I wanted to take her to a hotel and fuck her until she cried my name and enslaved herself to me. It stays in my mind. I should have told her to go to the bathroom, strip her panties off and give them to me. Lessons learned.