If you have not heard of The Pussy Pride Project before then everything you need to know about it can be found by clicking on the above image. I was motivated to start it by the art work The Great Wall Of Vagina and hoped that it would encourage other bloggers and writers to share their pussy stories. It was my aim to try to build a little blogging celebration of the beauty that lies between a woman’s thighs in an attempt to make women feel more accepting about this truly unique yet mainly hidden part of their body. The project has been up and running for nearly a year now and so far there are 29 contributors to this project and it is still growing.
If you would like to get involved or would be interested in writing a guest post to be published here then please do get in touch. It would be really nice to celebrate the 1st birthday of this project with a whole series of new contributors and so I am really excited to have another Pussy Pride Project guest post on my blog today. I found this piece on the Erotic Meet site and contacted the writer asking them if they would be interested in linking into the Pussy Pride Project. Unfortunately they don’t have their own blog but when I offered to guest post it on their behalf they jumped at the chance and so I am delighted to welcome Ishtar’s Revenge to Molly’s Daily Kiss with her piece Confront Your Cunt…
Confront Your Cunt
When I look at my pussy now, I feel ashamed of myself for not falling in love with it so much sooner. It makes me sad that I used to think it was ugly or that it wasn’t the right colour, or any number of the other worries that too many women have about their beautiful pussies.
Some nasty comments a long time ago made by an ex comparing my sexuality to his ex’s totally crushed me. He told me that she was freer than I was, wetter than I was and that sometimes they had to lay towels down to soak up all that wetness. But he also called me a whore once because I’d slept with more people than he had. Of course with hindsight I can take these comments along with his own less than mediocre sexual performance and generally mean behaviour throughout the whole relationship (constant cheating and hardcore emotional abuse of the narcissist – run screaming if you meet one!) and understand that he was desperate to put me down so he could elevate himself in my eyes.
But he was right; I was never relaxed enough around him to really let go. I always felt the burning heat of his critical eye on me, and only ever performed my sexuality instead of tuning in and expressing it. But then I got shot of him for good and concentrated on me. I was determined to do whatever I needed to feel pleasure for myself first and foremost.
The first few times I really, really looked at my pussy, I cried I was so ashamed of it. I realised I had a whole lot of healing to do. I made myself look at it often; I had to accept it as part of who I am. I began to move past the things I hated about it and urged myself learn to love it. I started by just really noticing my pussy. The darker skin around my lips, slightly creased before I’m aroused and fat and swollen when I’m excited. The brighter pink of the inside and the uneven skin around my vagina. There is a beauty spot on my right lip towards the top. But more than any of the outside aesthetics of my cunt, I started to appreciate it so much more for how it made me feel, because the more I fucked myself, the more I began to love it.
I would wank in the mirror watching my pussy change as it was lavished with foreplay and overcome with orgasm. I watched the cheeky little clit that comes out of its hood to drive me insane with pleasure. I watched the way everything swells up and glistens when it gets excited and it all looks so happy – how could I not love it? How could I not worship it for the joy it brings me?
I’m so glad to say now that my pussy gets treated with the utmost adoration by me. In fact, I think I’ll write a pussy-eating story now. 🙂
Ps…You can get touch with Ishtar’s Revenge on Twitter and she has a profile on Erotic Meet.
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