The Power of the Pu$$Y

Tonight I went to see the Vagina Monologues at my school because my LS had a bit part in it. After hearing some of the experiences that the women interviewed for play I felt bad. I felt bad because there are so many woman who don't know or have never experienced the power of the pu$$y.

I've never really been afraid of mine. I was never the woman to say "I've never looked at my pu$$y", I've been checking it out since high school. Since I went to Catholic School my entire life I was always taught the pu$$y needed to be kept under lock and key until marriage. I did believe that at one time but my pu$$y was a gift that I had no problem sharing with myself.

I can't recall when I started gifting myself, I just remember the practice escalating when I lived in Albany. I felt free there especially when no one was living in the room across the hall. Not only can I gift myself but I could express how happy I was about and no one would know.

That was then and this is now. At almost 30 years old I don't care who knows what I do. Gifting myself has made every experience I've had with a man 1000x better. I know what works and what doesn't. Even though I know what works for me I never reveal for the exploration, anticipation and buildup to what is coming is more exciting than the actual act at times.

I feel sorry for women who never gift themselves and I feel especially sorry for women who have never experienced an orgasm. I've had orgasms before, by myself and with guy but never during sex. I came pretty close with the ex but that was more effort on my part than his. That doesn't bother me should it really matter how you arrive at a destination as long as you get there.

I am always open to sharing my experiences with other females but I suppose I scare other women off my enthusiasm. Instead of being scared I would see it as a motivation but that's just me. Women also bug out when I start talking about porn. Some people like comedies and dramas so do I. But I also enjoy adult film. That should not be embarrassing. If I had a man and the only problem I had is that he liked porn I would find myself to be lucky.

It's ironic that I went to this play today because the last two sex dreams I've had intrigued me. The first one was a while back when I was with the ex. I was enjoying myself with a very tall dark skin man and the ex was watching. The other dream happened recently. An attractive student came by the office and we chatted for a bit and then he left. Later that night I had a dream this student was having a job performed on him. I can tell by the hair that it was a girl but I have no idea who it was. I was fixated on how much he enjoyed the experience. Have I evolved past porn into voyeurism? Maybe one day I will stop writing in this blog and convey these concerns to a professional.

Until then...do not deny the power of the CUNT.



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Listening to: Janet Jackson - Any Time, Any Place
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