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A woman's body truly is a miracle, and this fact is beautifully illustrated during the miracle of childbirth. Ask any witnessing party: what a woman can accomplish through pain, sweat, and tears is awe-inspiring. When a woman goes into labor, her body changes rapidly to bring new life into the world. As moms well know, birth is an incredible process: inspiring, frightening, and truly just plain cool. That's right, we said it: The vagina is cool. And if you've tried to avoid thinking too hard about what it takes to push a baby through such a small opening, don't worry. These photos show you in incredible detail.
Birth photographers often get to illustrate just how versatile the vagina really is when they capture the moment a baby's head is about to crown. These intimate and inspiring birth photos illustrate the beauty and wonder of the moment a baby emerges from its mother's womb -- and prove females are strong as hell.
Yes, the female body goes through many contortions to bring a new life into the world. Not only is it a wonder to behold, but it also deserves to be celebrated without reserve. Let's also not forget that, despite hours of painful labor, many women take a pause in pushing to touch their babies' crowning head for the first time. It's an irreplaceable moment.
Warning: These photos are graphic -- and completely badass.
This amazing photo by Family Tree Photography shows exactly how much the vagina has to stretch to let the baby pass through. And that's just the head! Oof!
Truly the beginning of the end. In this photo by Deborah Elenter, a mama is about to make the push of a lifetime, and you can just see the head about to crown. You can do it!
There is nothing more exciting than when you can see your LO's head for the first time. In this photo from Sunny Coast Birth Photography, you can see that this little guy has a nice, full head of hair and that he is mere seconds from having a neck. Go, baby, go!
This baby has a face presentation -- meaning that it's coming out face first -- which is an unusual complication during birth. In fact, it only happens in 1 in every 600 to 1 in every 800 births. So exceedingly rare! 
Birth photographer Samantha Garcia Gagnon tells CafeMom: "[This] was the first presentation [birth] I have ever witnessed. ... I am so grateful that my client allowed me to share this rare moment publicly, so that people can see the possibilities in birth."
This incredible shot by Lindsey Meehlis shows a mom preparing to pass her baby's shoulders. You can even see her little one's tiny hand and the doctor ready to catch the baby. So stunning!
This image by Nicole In Bold Photography shows both the beauty and the pain of childbirth. This mom is just pushing the head through, about to welcome her child, while her face captures every emotion of the moment. 
"This was a home birth with the assistance of two midwives," birth photographer Masha Georgiec tells CafeMom. "Mom was incredibly strong and determined. She labored almost silently. To all of our surprise, the baby came quite fast! I almost didn't make it! But I was able to arrive just in time to capture her crowning, and minutes later this perfect little tiny human was born." Aww!
This is actually a picture of photographer Ashley Reeves herself, giving birth to her fourth child. Her husband quickly snapped this picture, and Ashley tells CafeMom, "It was a high-risk delivery, as I had pregnancy-induced thrombocytopenia. My platelet count was extremely low, which caused me to immediately hemmorhage after her birth. Luckily my doctors were expecting that so I was in good hands."
She adds, "These moments are everything to me, which is why I have a profound love for birth photography. To grow a child in your body for nine months and then birth that child with your own body, and then nourish and feed that child with your own body is miraculous. Women are so powerful, and I don't think we give ourselves enough credit. Through images like this, I hope others can see and feel that power and strength, no matter what the circumstances or environment in which you give birth."
This mom has made it past the hardest obstacle: the shoulders. You can now see her baby's sweet, little shmushy face. What a beautiful image of her child being born, captured by Belle Verdiglione Photography.
Did you know that it's completely normal for a baby's head to come out a bit elongated? That's because there are two soft spots on the baby's skull -- at the top and in the back -- that can be misshapen from pressure during childbirth. This process even has a name: molding.
This mom photographed by First Light Birth Photography gently strokes her baby's head as it presents outside of her. Can you imagine anything more surreal?
This mom photographed by Blossom and Bloom Photography is just beginning to crown. You can see her doctor's hand gently feeling for the baby's head so he can direct the mother when to push. You got this, mama.
This mother's birth photographer, Blanca Gonzalez, explains, "[Her family] traveled all the way from Mexico to use a midwife in El Paso, because [her doctors] told her twins could only be delivered by C-section."
This doctor, photographed by Jami Hallam, is helping to ease baby's head out. What an amazing beginning!
Photographer Blanca Gonzalez tells us, "[This] breech baby is [from] a mom who had prepared for a home birth in New Mexico. It is illegal to have breech babies at home in New Mexico, so she chose to travel to Texas [to have her baby]." This is the incredible result.
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I think a RL craving of ice cream (...and maybe other things)
reminded me of this trite, needy, yet-again-written-for-Tumblr, three year old blurb. I apologise if this isn't your cup of tea should you read any further.
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They sat at the high top with her back against the corner, facing away from the busy traffic of the trendy, little ice cream shop. She was wearing almost exactly what he asked of her, a pretty little sundress, pale yellow cotton with a small ruffle criss-crossing the deep v neckline and matching the hem which fell to her knees. It was almost modest if not for the obvious lack of bra. He’d told her to stay while he ordered. As he walked back to their spot, slowly weaving in and out of patrons as he took in the view of her sitting there, gilded by soft filtered late afternoon sun, fingers nervously twisting her lap, he had to bite his lip to keep from grinning like a wolf who just found little Red.
She smiled when she noticed him approaching, two double-scoop waffle cones. She reached out to take one from him, but he pulled it back out of reach and tsked. “Uh-uh. You forgot something, little one.”
Her face flushed hot and pink, her eyes widened a little. “I-I did?” He nodded, chin pointing to the ponytail of dark hair resting on her shoulder. Her hand flew to it and she finally remembered. Eyes not leaving his and feeling embarrassed, she pulled the ponytail loose from its binding and ran her fingers through it, loose waves now down her back and shoulders. He smiled wide, teeth showing a little, and she could feel the warmth of his pleasure all the way to her clit - just from this one simple thing. This - him - was still so new but something she's craved a long time. The darkness didn't feel so lonely lately...
He hummed with pleasure. “Good girl. Now you may have your ice cream, little one.” He slowly licked his while watching her flat, pink tongue drag across and around the cone, coating her lips. Her eyes rolled back slightly and she playfully moaned and giggled when she peeked back at him.
His eyes hardened a little and she straightened. “Do you remember what you told me over Skype the other night? How you loved to be made a mess?” She stopped mid-lick, frozen by his words. He wouldn’t do this...not in public like this.
She nervously swallowed but steadied her voice. “Yes, I remember.”
She glanced around, sure that someone would overhear this. He quickly leaned in, fingers grasping her chin and jerked her face to meet his again. His index finger stroked her jaw and her eyes glazed a little. She bit her lip as she blushed again. “Yes, I remember...Daddy.”
His eyes sparkled just for a moment before turning hard again. His lips held a faint smile when he whispered “Good fuckin’ girl” has he straightened back on his stool.
“So, little one. Show me how messy little girls eat their big ice cream cones.”
She let out a long, shaky exhale and paused. She was sure he could hear her heartbeat kick up in those stretched out seconds. She flattened her tongue against her now almost dripping ice cream and slowly turned it in her hand, pink tongue covered in silky sweet ice cream.
She tried to catch some drips but they landed on her chin. When she reached up to wipe them away, he shook his head. Her hand stilled and her lips pressed together as her hand dropped to her lap. He had to bite his cheek to keep from grinning. He was going to have fun pushing her out of her comfort zone.
His tongue took a quick swipe of his own ice cream, licking his lips as he watched her dark eyes follow his tongue.
"Pull your dress up. Not all the way - just enough so I can see what's mine. Uh-uh, don't stop licking your ice cream, baby girl. Now, spread those thick thighs."
His exhale sounded like a growl and she felt a wave of heat roll over her. This...pleasing him. She craves this. By now, her lips were sticky and messy, another drip or two of sweet cream dripping down the corners of her full lips. The ice cream started melting down the backs of her fingers. She knew no one was really paying attention but being so blatantly messy in front of him, for him, had her squirming in her stool. The cool air of the ice cream shop hit her inner thighs and drippy bare cunt, his other request, and made her shiver, causing her nipples to pebble and push against the material of her sundress. It made her even hungrier.
He slowly stood and hooked his foot in the bottom run of his stool, pulling it closer before sitting back down, his knees inside of hers and then spread his knees, slowly pushing hers further apart. Spreading her for his pleasure. Leaning forward, he motioned for her to do the same, their heads touching. From across the shop it looked like two lovers in a tender moment. As he whispered in her ear, his hand slid between her stretched out thighs, the backs of his knuckles leaving a trail of heat right to her core.
"Mmm. Look at you, kitten. Such a greedy, messy little girl. I wonder, is your cunt a mess, too? Mm, fuck yes, it is. Of course it is. You love being a messy slut in public. It's everything you aren't. Always neat and proper. This cunt? It's mine. I'll always need you like this and I know you'll always be like this for me. My needy little cunt - Daddy needs you just as much, little one. Mm, look at you - rocking those thick hips, fucking yourself on my finger in the middle of the ice cream shop. Such a good fucking slut. My messy little bitch."
Her dark eyes were nearly glazed, skin flushed pink and she couldn't keep in a whimper while her mouth was open around her ice cream, feeling his finger teasing just inside her slick, plump folds. She could only nod, affirming everything he was saying to her. She would do anything to see the pleasure in his eyes, the praise and acceptance of her darker side. She pouted when he pulled his hand discreetly back, feeling her juices drip and pool between her cheeks, leaving a little wet spot that she knew would be obvious if she stood. He brought his hand to her chin and with the finger that was just inside of her, traced a sticky ice cream drip from the bottom to her lips, pressing gently against her bottom lip. Her lips parted on a shaky exhale.
"It's time to clean up, kitten. We're going to finish our dessert some place special."
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Marrying two outlets...tumblr and Flickr. There's probably some trigger words in the below story. It's hard to describe but while the below I've never physically experienced, every bit of me is in the below.
Like a phantom memory, I feel it just beyond my reach as well as deep within.
Close enough to imagine but too far away to be real.
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The room was dark and oppressively humid. He watched her as he walked to the windows and slid them shut. The click of the latches were ominous in the silence. She stood in front of a plush ottoman in front of the sofa, eyes opposite of him, dark and wild with anxiety.
His voice was hard and soft at the same time.
"What I told you you needed the next time I caught you hurting yourself?"
When overwhelmed or anxious or lost in the commotion of what everyone else needed from her in her life, she had this habit of pinching the tender flesh between her thumb and forefinger or pressing something sharp against her skin. Not to make herself bleed. Just enough pain to distract her, to balance everything out.
She didn’t turn her head, but her eyes flicked over to him as he made his way back to her. He stopped as he stood close enough to her she could feel the heat of his body. She bit her lip as she focused on the wall behind the couch and ottoman. How can a touch make someone shiver and burn at the same time? His fingertip gently trailed from her shoulder blade, down her spine, along the thick curve of her hip.
All sympathy gone from his voice, she didn’t want this yet didn’t want to stop it either. She bent, her fingers gripping the plush material of the ottoman, and took a deep breath which was cut off with a strangled cry as his palm struck her ass cheek. She could feel the heat of the sting ripple outward, skin flushing red. She bit her lip, she turned her head sharply and locked eyes. He stared at her, not amused, the inner pain obvious between the sparks of indignation in her dark eyes.
She took a deep breath and whipped her head back, facing away and down from him. Her body tensed as the next sting, and the next, and the next, connected with her plump ass. She cried out as the sting and heat built with each swat, her next cry more of a shock as he grabbed a fistful of hair at her scalp and jerked her head back up. He was tall enough that he looked down at her, her head tilted back, her dark eyes glittering with warring emotions, and his lips thinned in frustration.
“Your pain is mine to give. Or do you enjoy it that much?”
He shifted them, his hand still fisted in her hair, until the ottoman bumped against the backs of his legs. He sat, tugging her downward to kneel between his spread thighs. The grip in her hair loosened and his warm, wide palms smoothed over her cheeks and jaw, slowly. Reverently. The contrast of that gentle touch to his words lit a fire within her.
“I know you enjoy the pain, kitten. How it makes you drip for me. The look in your eyes as everything you think you are melts away and I can see the real you. The whole you. Let it go.”
His grip tightened as she clenched her jaw, eyes glittering with tears she was fighting off as hard as she could. He cupped one cheek, his thumb sliding across her cheekbone. She knew what was coming but that touch distracted her long enough that she inhaled sharply, her hands instinctively reaching for his legs to steady herself, when his other hand slapped her cheek. Not hard, but enough to sting. Everything stilled for just a moment and came roaring back as his smoothed his palm over her stinging cheek. While cradling the one, his other hand, quick and sharp, connected with her other cheek. Her hips rolled as a wave of heat crashed through her. She wanted this - this kind of pain - but the tears she felt starting to spill made her angry because they weren’t tears from this. She didn’t want to give this pain to anyone. She didn’t need anyone.
He could tell when she was mindless for him, that look in her dark eyes hungry and primal. She wasn’t mindless yet, she was still fighting against herself, her thoughts, him. Her cheeks were flushed red from his palms. She didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to deal with the chaos inside, so she closed her eyes. Two fat tears slid down her cheeks and she bit her lip, hard. His eyes followed a tear as it slid past her mouth and followed the curves of her lips. Stillness, a calm before a storm. He stood quickly, a displeased sound rumbled somewhere in his chest as he yanked her up by her knees. She let out a whimpered cry, eyes wide on him again.
“Good. The only one who bites your lips is me.”
He gave her head a little shake with his hand fisted full of her hair.
“You don’t need me, is that it, kitten? Should I leave? Do you think you’re a big girl?”
Her breathing was shattered and shuddering as she fought back a tsunami of emotion.
“No, I know what you are. Even when you’re at your best. You’re needy.” He leaned forward to bite the side of her breast which jiggled slightly when he released her flesh. “Always needy. Sometimes you own it. Sometimes, like now, you fight it. But I know you what you are.” He leaned forward again and bit her other breast, harder this time, making her twist away. His free hand slapped her tit hard and her hips flexed against him.
His eyes glittered with frustration and desire and other less tangible emotion as he felt her push against him and he damn near growled his next words.
There. There she was, pushing to the surface in her eyes. His skin felt taut with need and irritation. He slid his hand down her body and between her thick thighs. Fucking soaked.
Three of his thick fingers slid in deep and hard. She cried out and clenched around him. He tugged her closer to him by her hair, his head bending to press against her forehead, his warm, ragged breath mixed with her whimpers. His fingers pumping hard and deep.
Her legs started to shake as her body began to coil and tense. She was there. Her tears breaking
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