A proud pussy

It has been a year ago already that Molly at Molly’s Daily Kiss has started the Pussy Pride Project. I have known about this project for almost as long as it existed and I always had the intention to write a piece for it. I just never knew how to start. In the last weeks I have been thinking about this almost daily, and here I am at last, ready to write about my pussy.

I have been fascinated about my pussy from a very young age. I know that I am not unique in this as most children tend to discover their genitals in their early childhood. My first ever recollection of the good feelings that could come from my pussy was when I stroke it at the age of about seven or eight. Back then I did not know what else to do, than to softly stroke it and then just rest my hand on it and fall asleep. That is something I still love to do: to cup my pussy and drift off to sleep.

Roundabout my ninth year I was ‘abused‘ by a family friend, but I never felt traumatized by this. In fact, it just fueled my fascination with my pussy. I started to experiment. I loved to expose my pussy when I was outside. I had role play games and then I would look at my own pussy when I was outside somewhere. Or pull my panties through my pussy lips and walk around like that for a while. I liked the feeling it gave me. In my teen years I took it a bit further. I flashed my pussy at some boys and if I was making out with one and he wanted to touch, I allowed him. Yes, back then I already was an exhibitionist with a slutty mind. Of course I could also be a very girl. Generally everyone thought I was a good girl, because I knew very well just when I could step over the imaginary line of decency. Also, I was shy. No matter how much I wanted it all – to show myself and to be touched – I was shy. It had to build courage to show myself, or allow a boy to touch me. I needed to know that I… that my pussy was accepted.

It was only in my adult years, after I had my kids and after I had two operations that I really started to get to know my pussy. Even though I have seen it a lot, I never really looked at it. When at last I did, I fell in love with it. I never got around to give it a name, though. When I talk about it, I talk about my pussy or my cunt.

My outer labia are big and fleshy and keeps my inner labia totally intact. My inner labia are small, yet big enough to be pulled and pierced. When I am not excited you cannot even see the piercings in my inner labia, as they are totally covered by my outer labia. And when I am excited, my pussy opens up like a beautiful flower. I think this is perfect and I have always loved this of my pussy.

Not only my inner labia are pierced. I also have a horizontal clitoral hood piercing. This one I had for as long as Master T. and I lived under one roof. I moved in the one day and the next day my clitoris was pierced! And no, back then we were not involved in a D/s relationship, but He somehow convinced me to have my hood pierced. Sometimes when I have my legs together, you can still see the clitoral hood piercing, as it peeks out from between my pussy lips. If I am in a mischievious mood and I see the piercing stand up like this, I tell Master T. that I have a hard-on.

For as long as I can remember, I have shaved my pussy. I like the feeling of my smooth lips and love how the fabric rubs against it. In the past I sometimes skipped a day or two, but now even if I skip only one day, I feel as if I will go crazy with the itching of the growing hair. Shaving has become part of my morning routine.

My pussy goes wet very easily. I am fortunate in this, as I know that there are women who have to work very hard to go wet and also women who cannot climax easily. I am fortunate to be able to climax quite easily and frequently. I am multi-orgasmic. Once I start to climax and the more sensitive my clitoris gets, the more I want to climax. Many times the bed or whatever is below me gets soaked in my orgasmic fluids.

My proud pussy

And then I have this… uh… what can I call it? A tic? An addiction? A fixation? I have no idea. I just love to look at my pussy. It excites me. I love to see it open up when I am horny. I love to see the wetness inside. I love to look down at it when I play with myself. I love to pull my piercings and see my tender flesh stretch out. In moments of feeling intensely horny, my pussy is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

I don’t think that there is something like the perfect pussy, but I do think that every woman should look at her pussy and think: it’s perfect!

© Rebel’s Notes

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