Well you guys really liked yesterday’s vagina post so I figured I’d write some more about the big V. Now that I’ve had the epiphany that they’re all different I wish I had kept a vagina journal. At this point I can only really remember the last two.
The trouble is that when I was young and first having sex I would come so fast that I didn’t have time to fully internalize the experience. All I knew that it was the most magical place I ever knew — the feeling of being inside a pussy was exponentially better than anything I had previously felt.
I got a little older but by then I was mostly using condoms so I really couldn’t feel much. In my 30s I got married and I really liked my wife’s vagina. It seemed to fit my cock just right and I think we had good sexual chemistry. Once we had kids, however, sex became more and more infrequent and we gradually grew apart.
Now that I’m middle aged and single I savor sex in a way I didn’t when I was younger. Sometimes I just want to stare at the vagina, committing it to memory. I love hairy pussies which appear so much more womanly and sensual than their shaven pre-pubescent counterparts. I like large labias that protrude and that are so lovely to roll against my tongue.
There’s nothing quite like a vagina. Mysterious, heavenly, and the answer to all life’s stress.