Love Thy Pussy

Inspiration comes from a myriad of places for me, but rarely does it come from someone else’s blog. If not for LSAM’s Pussy Pride, I might never have thought of how much I adore my own pussy.  Thanks for the inspiration, LSAM! And if you don’t love yours, why the heck not?

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From the time I hit puberty (at a shockingly early age – prior to age 10) until last May, I never gave much thought to my pussy. Once I hit the age of 15, I realized something was going on “down there” and “down there” became it’s official name. I’d always considered pussy and cunt too vulgar, but saying vagina made me feel silly, so she was “down there.”

(The irony? When He calls me “cunt,” my pussy weeps with desire.)

I tried masturbation in my teens and had no clue. Vaguely, I remember feeling pleasure. I remember inserting anything with a handle into my pussy, to feel full, to hit the right spot. I felt wrong about it and shocked at the sensations I produced, and I stopped.

At age 18, I learned the joys of sex – which mostly included the power I gained over boys and men, well, the perceived power. But other than my pussy being Slot A to some dumb boy’s Tab B, I really never gave it much thought.

By 19, I began a 12 year relationship (9 year marriage) with a man who wanted to adore my pussy but didn’t really know how. After a couple of years together, I even stopped taking care of the bikini area – let alone grooming the pussy. Sad but true. I did not know the value of my own pussy.

After a while, it became the doorway for birthing children, and still I cared not for the beauty that is my pussy.

I didn’t appreciate my scent, my juices, the feel of smooth skin, nothing. I thought very little of my pussy.

Then came the divorce and a realization that eventually, a man might see me naked. (Gasp! The horror!) Part of my nonchalance about my own pussy was that I perceived it as never clean enough. Not dirty – I wasn’t completely repressed or lacking in the necessary hygiene skills. But still, my pussy was never clean enough.

Until I decided to try a Brazilian wax. It hurt like a motherfucker – the first time always does. Once completed, I stared at my pussy in wonder. A newly naked pussy takes some getting used to. I felt like a prepubescent girl – until the first time my panties rubbed against my clean, smooth, naked pussy. Ahhh, that was a different feeling altogether.

A month later, my first affair. He appreciated the pussy in ways I did not know existed.

I’ve kept up with waxing – it is the one monthly purchase I build into my budget and will not sacrifice. Not just because of a man (even my Sir), but because I adore my pussy and want easy, free access to her (when I’m allowed). I want to feel clean and smooth. I want to smell my own musk.

In May (God, has it only been a few months?), in an effort to fix an almost-relationship-that-never-was, I learned to come, and started down the slow, long path to loving my pussy and truly appreciating her. At first, I felt squeamish about my juices and my scent. Until the night, I finally watched myself.

Love at first sight. Pink, glistening with cum, and velvety, I saw her for the first time. Folds and layers of skin, buried deep within my body. The slightest touch brings great pleasure. The right words cause her to drip. The best pain foretells an amazing ache.

Photographed numerous times for Him, it was the first picture of my pussy that stands out in my mind. Pink, wet, swollen. His response? “Beautiful, absolutely beautiful.” I almost imagined that the sight of my beautiful pussy took His breath away. Isn’t that a lovely thought?

I love my pussy – how she looks, how she feels, how she tastes, how she responds to pleasure and pain. Ladies, if you still have not found sheer joy in your own pussy, run (don’t walk) and touch yourself now. If you can, watch yourself while you do it. For those of you like me with a Sir (or Master), beg Him to allow you the honor of learning to love your own pussy.

Even when I’m not thrilled with what I see in the mirror, I know I have a beautiful pussy and that she brings pleasure not just to Him but to myself as well. My best moments alone are when He grants me permission to rub my clit, tap my g-spot, and cum. The nights I have free rein to cum as often as I wish, in any way that I choose? Bliss, pure bliss.

My words of wisdom for whatever they’re worth? Love thy pussy…