I First See Vagina
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I First See Vagina
By
Mélanie Berliet ,
April 22nd 2015
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1. “It was definitely a shock to be down there for the first time staring straight at this beautiful thing I’d wanted to see and smell and taste in real life for so damn long. I remember thinking, ‘There’s a little more skin than I thought there’d be, but whatever, man, life’s awesome!’”
2. “The first girl I ever dated was the wettest I’ve ever dated. I refused to wash my hands for days after I fingered her for the first time. I just kept smelling them and patting myself on the back for being such a stud. I didn’t learn the hard truth that most women don’t get excited that easily until I got dumped junior year and I had to date other people. Ignorance really is bliss.”
3. “I didn’t have a typical first vagina experience. When I was 13, my 18-year-old drug addict brother took me to an underground strip club in New York. I’m not sure why he invited me—maybe his junky buddies were all busy or something—but I wasn’t about to say no. Everything about that night was awesome. I got ten lap dances from a butt naked blond chick with the most rocking body. Since the place was illegal, you could touch the girls, and I distinctly remember the moment I slipped my hand between the dancer’s legs. She was hairless! Luckily it was too dark for anyone to see that I came in my pants pretty much immediately.”
4. “The first girl I went down on smelled a little off to me. It’s not that she smelled bad , but she definitely didn’t smell good , either. Must’ve been a case of mismatched pheromones, but I developed a complex about going down on women for a while after that. I got over my fear when I started dating my current girlfriend. It was like I was made to dive inside her every day for the rest of my life. I love her from head to toe—and especially when her legs are spread.”
5. “There’s so much hype over the whole clitoris thing—like you’re an idiot or less of a man if you can’t locate this tiny little part of a woman’s body within seconds of getting naked in bed. By the time I got my first up-close look at a vagina, I was in college and I’d psyched myself out about having no clit radar. I was wedged between some Philosophy major’s thighs, inches away from her pink fleshy folds, but I couldn’t see anything especially clirtoris-like, so I panicked. I told the girl I had a stomachache and ran out of her dorm room to fake retch in the bathroom. I never even went back to say good-bye. Years later I met a really nice woman who was willing to instruct me in some key aspects of female biology. We’re not together, but I’ll be grateful to her forever.”
6. “My first vagina got sopping wet as soon as I touched it. I have a knack for that shit. I’ve been making women scream since the day I lost my virginity back in ’01.”
7. “As a guy, you’ve got this preformed idea about what it means to be turned on since day one of jerking off. You get aroused, and then your dick gets bigger and harder. It’d be nice if there was some kind of obvious indicator like that in the female sex. Seeing my first vagina made me realize just how mysterious they are. Some are easier to read than others, but they’re all pretty fucking complicated.”
8. “I was paranoid about being a failure in bed, so I did a ton of research in my early teens. I read everything I could about how to pleasure women. I probably knew more about vulvas than most of the girls I went to high school with. What I’m saying is, I was prepared when I met my first vagina—I knew how to touch, lick, and appreciate it without rushing—and and I aced my first lady exam as a result.”
9. “Yum. That’s all I have to say about that.”
10. “I grew up in a really conservative town in the south where it’s definitely not okay to be gay. From an early age I knew I was different from the other boys in my class, but I had no idea how, exactly. For years, I avoided dating altogether. But senior year of high school, I asked a girl to prom, figuring it was time to lose my virginity. As soon as I forced myself to slide my hand down my date’s panties to touch her vagina, I knew with 100 percent certainty that I was homosexual. It was terrifying and liberating at the same time. I fiddled with her for a bit, just to be a gentleman, but I haven’t been that close to one since, and I can’t say I miss them.”
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By Rebecca Jane Stokes — Written on Aug 17, 2016
If you are born with a vagina , you don't think much about it unless it's bleeding, horny,or popping out a baby.
Female genitalia is so so so different from male genitalia. Until you've actually seen a vagina , you have a million (sometimes weird) ideas about how it actually works, what it looks like up close, and how it smells .
I asked my posse of anonymous men to talk to me about the first time they saw a vagina IRL . They opened up and the results will make you laugh, cringe, and appreciate your vagina all over again.
What did you think the first time you found yourself looking at a vagina for the first time?
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By
Lorenzo Jensen III ,
May 10th 2017
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“The entry point is lower down than I expected; those things should come with runway lights.”
“I had a basic idea of what a vagina looked like from sex ed in the seventh grade when I touched my first one in freshman year. It was… interesting. The texture, dampness, and heat made me freak out because I thought I had ripped her open and had my hand in her intestines. I was reaching into her jeans to finger her, so didn’t see what was going on. But yeah, freaked me out a bit.”
“My surprise has been ever since and it amazes me to this day. First time in at third base, we were young, super turned-on, and both fairly virginal. I have never since that day felt any lady-bits that were that soft and moist. It was like my finger fell into a perfectly warm fluffy dollop of whipped cream. Ah, to be 14 again. Thoroughly amazing that now, 26 years and heaps of experience later it is one of my most vivid sexual memories. On that note, ’scuse me I gotta go do…something.”
“The unashamed meatiness of the seriously flappy vagina I was presented with. Looked like a busted leather sofa, stuffed with bacon and kebab meat.”
“It was like working back at the fish farm spawn tanks all over again.
Thankfully I still had a bar of licorice soap. Seriously, it gets vagoo off like nothing else. Otherwise my hands smell for days.”
“M O I S T … It was a hot day, so it felt like Singapore in there.”
“That the term ‘being wet’ is so inaccurate. ‘Slimy’ would be more precise.”
“Before I saw one, I assumed vaginas hung between a woman’s legs, like a man’s balls. Like she was carrying a purse around down there. I don’t know, I was a kid.”
“That she didn’t have a dick. It was my cousin, we were tiny. I’d not seen a girl naked before, I figured everyone had one. Kinda freaked out. It got worse, though. In the couple months afterwards I saw 2 other girls naked. By this point I was starting to notice a pattern: I’ve seen 4 people naked, and I’m the only one with this floppy stuff in front of my legs. Clearly I must have a defect. So I went crying to my grandpa about how I needed to see a doctor to get rid of it.”
“How wet vaginas could get, like I thought it was just mostly interior lubricant but turns out girls can just get soaking wet…”
“How fast the female vagina can get from zero to wet.”
“Some women, i.e., the first one I was with, produce quite a bit of wetness, and it can get thick and white and gunky (which is no big deal, but turns out porn edited that detail out).”
“The first vagina I encountered smelled horrific.”
“That even though most women don’t look like Penthouse or Hustler models, the typical vagina is just as gorgeous and magical as the ones in the magazines. Thank you, women.”
“The taste and smell. Not bad or anything, just the scent of it when aroused was so different from my own body or even hers in other normal daily situations.”
“That the clit is NOT hard to find at all. It’s right there. Right at the top. Big or small, it’s in the same location. Press that little button & it’s like hitting GO on a roller coaster. I have no idea why the claim of ‘the clit is hard to find’ or ‘”the clit is a myth’ is so rampant.”
“That I would actually like the taste! The boys I grew up with had told so many horror stories of rancid fish and salty ass that I was terrified to put my mouth on a vagina. First chance I got, I gave it a shot and immediately became a fan. Sure, it’s not a scent I’d make into a candle or anything, but there is definitely something about having my lover’s musk on me that just triggers some primal shit. I’d say probably 75% of sex with my wife is cunnilingus and we’re both thrilled about it.”
“How long the smell would stick to your hands, face, etc… My first vagina was attached to a not-so-pleasant looking lady and the stink/shame followed me for a very long time.”
“How strong they can clench. Jesus didn’t think I was gonna get my hand out the same condition it went in.”
“Didn’t taste anything like what I expected (sweet-ish, yet salty/tangy on the tip of the tongue?), and the smell made me go feral…drove me completely wild…Sometimes the smell would sink into my upper lip and fingers; I’d just be sitting at work with a hard on cuz I smelled pussy all day….All those years of watching porn did pay off because apparently I knew exactly what I was doing :)”
“I remember thinking a vagina was just an immobile tunnel. I was pleasantly surprised when I discovered vaginas actually move, pulse, and squeeze. I was even more surprised once when I was with a girl and her vagina basically GRABBED my dick in such a way that during those couple seconds I don’t think I would be able to pull out without pain. Which brings a question I’ve always wanted to ask girls: When the vagina squeezes, is this a conscious thing, or is the girl down there doing its own thing?”
“How far round/under/down the actual entrance to a vag is. And the grip. Didn’t expect her to be able to grip like she had another hand in there!”
“I was so surprised by the labia. I remember making my move when we were laying on a secluded beach (15-year-old idea of romance). And I internally freaked out when my hand felt all these weird skin folds. Luckily I kept my shit together, she suggested we go back to her house where it’s more private. I spent that walk back trying to figure out what the hell the flapping thing was that I felt and panicking over where the damn hole was going to be.”
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And was it traumatic or confusing?
The first time I saw an adult penis was when I walked in on my parents during fore play. I was about 3, and it wasn’t traumatic. I just remember thinking " hmmm, watcha got there daddy?"
I had seen my mom, aunts, older cousins nude as far back as I can remember, but not what they had hidden underneath.
My dad had an elderly aunt that had some puppies she wanted me to see when I was 5. I saw more than her puppies that day! :eek:
In her defense, it was a hot day and country people didn’t have air conditioning back then, atleast I hope she didn’t go pantyless all the time . We were outside on the porch, it was one of those high porches and I was afraid the puppies were going to tumble down the steps. So I started carrying them down into the yard. My dad and Auntie D were in the porch swing that faced the yard. She was wearing a housedress. I looked up to tell them something and WHOA! Did I get an eyefull. It confused me at first, I thought maybe she’d been in a farming accident.
It confused me at first, I thought maybe she’d been in a farming accident.
Thanks. I almost choked on a piece of pork after laughing at that!
I was 5, and walked into the bathroom just as my father was getting out of the shower. My eyes must have bugged out, and I turned around and ran back to my room, shocked at that…that… thing I had just seen.
I remember wondering if that’s why my parents told me to eat my vegetables so I’d grow up big and strong.
I didn’t retain a vivid enough image of it - thank goodness - that I could relate to adult knowledge as to whether he was well hung or not, but compared to my 5-year old schween at the time, he may as well have been Secretariat.
I’d have to say I was about eight or nine. I’ll never forget the moment either. Apparently my father had not hid his pornographic videos very well (or at all) and, being the curious kid, I popped it into the VCR with great anticipation at what I might find.
You can imagine my surprise when I saw everyone sans clothes and in very creative positions. I watched in wonder as they tried things I’ve never even contemplated before.
Henceforth, I’d sneak into the TV room any chance I could (usually early in the morning before school) and get my daily dose of something that was new yet very pleasing to look at to me.
It all ended when I later felt bad at all the sneaking around and fessed up to my dad that I had been doing that.
Adult genitalia has nothing on the weirdness of child genitalia. My sister was changing one of her kids once and I thought, “Whoa, what the hell happened to him?”
Then I realized it was my niece she was changing. :smack:
I can’t remember the first time. Both of my parents would walk around the house nude quite often. Lots of parties/celebrations/community events in my rural and hippy-esque hometown involved skinny dipping in the Mattole River by all ages, shapes, and sizes. It was never traumatic.
The first time I ever saw an adult male naked was when I was a freshman in high school. Our cross country team was on a bus ride to a meet, and this guy drove up next to our bus. Pantsless. And whackin it. Some of the girls made a huge deal of it, laughing and pointing and carrying on, and so he followed us for quite a while. I felt pretty ill after seeing him. We called the police, he was caught, and we later learned that his wife left him (good for her).
The person I saw was not an adult by the legal definition but it was safe to say they had gone through most of puberty, this boy about 15 or 16 years old, who used to live next to us had taken me to the pool and I was in 1st or 2nd grade I didn’t see him while we were changing clothes but when we used the urinals side by side I saw his genitals and they looked giant and hairy to me…my only thought was** “wow”. **
I don’t remember the time I first saw my dad’s genitals, but since he would often lie on his bed naked after showering, I saw them fairly often. I thought nothing of it.
Alas, I have yet to see a real live adult female’s genitals.
Gay pride day, at the age of three, both sexes. I used to live right in the centre of Toronto’s biggest gay/lesbian area. That was quite interesting.
I don’t remember, as I will have been very young. My parents sometimes walk around nude first thing on a morning.
Male: About nine or ten, changing into swimsuits at the pool. My dad. Not particularly traumatizing.
Female: 18. University women’s dorm at the National Music Camp, Interlochen, MI (“There was this one time, at band camp…”). Not traumatic at all, but definitely something I’ll always remember…
I never saw a naked person until my first sexual experience at 19. Aside from the two or three other experiences I had until I got married at 37, and then my wife, I have never seen another naked adult in person.
Y’all can include the first time you saw them in pictures, movies etc.
When I was young, my dad and I would take showers together, so I saw him naked plenty of times. However, the first time I saw a naked woman in real life was probably when I was five or six years old.
My mom dragged me to this salon where she was getting her nails done. I was bored so I had wandered off. Now aparently this place also had tanning booths or something, because there were these stalls in the back. I was curious so I peeked underneath to see what was on the other side. Inside the stall I saw a woman strip naked :eek: and climb into this machine. I was confused, excited, and scared all at the same time. My mom saw me and screamed at me to stop staring, which just made me even more confused.
My mom really went out of her way to make sure I never saw a nude female body after that. I never understood what the big deal was. In retrospect, I figured if she downplayed it, I would lose interest more than trying so hard to shield me from it, which just made me obsessed about it.
All during my childhood I was living with my grandparents (up until 11 or thereabouts) and my grandfather would routinely play with his nuts/equipment for the whole world to see. He’d get home, get into his giant red moomoo and lay on his bed for the evening. Any time someone would go to see him or ask him about something he’d be playing with his nuts. He wasn’t masterbating or anything like that and he would stop when someone entered the room-but he made no attempt to hide this behavior.
I’ve seen my father naked for as long as I can recall. We only had one bathroom and if I had to go when he was in the bath tub, well, I was going.
I didn’t see a naked woman (a picture) until I was 8 or so. The first naked woman I saw in the flesh was my girlfriend, when I was 17.
I don’t remember this, but I’ve been told that when I was little (3 or 4 ish I think) I walked in the bathroom after my dad had just gotten out of the shower. Upon seeing his parts, I pointed and said: “Daddy, what’s that?” Apparently it w
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