Hi there!

I used to be fairly unhappy with the appearance of my pussy. I didn't like the coloring or size. But as of late, viewing this site and the other pictures posted here, I have realized that I am just fine. I masturbate frequently now, and love sex of all kinds.

From behind would have to be my favorite position, I like the feeling of being taken. I have been having fantasies about being watched lately...

Bless you Betty!

For celebrating us....and allowing us to celebrate ourselves!

This long standing perv-in-the-closet......who looks so professional and conservative on the outside......is a woman who has always revelled quietly in her own sexual energy. As I feel the tide of menopause upon me, and its liberating power helps me realize I have nothing to hide or feel self-conscious of any more, I am becoming open to sharing my sexual self more openly and freely with the outer world.

I used to hate the way my vulva looked and was totally ashamed of it... but over time, with the help of my partners, as well as the discovery of how much pleasure it could bring, I've become more accepting :) Now I am generally happy with the appearance of my vulva, though I do wish my inner labia were smaller. My pubic hair is usually either totally shaved or there is a small strip.

I have never felt negatively about my vulva really. Even after watching pornography I didn’t feel out of place, because, apart from being hairless (I was not at the time) the women’s vulvas looked not very different to what I did. I have a pretty, compact little number. She gets super wet when aroused, and I can feel her pulsate as I wait for release. The only thing I feel a bit self conscious about, is the fatty nature of my pubic mound, but something has to keep my ovaries warm!

This is my pussy. We’ve had a long, love-hate relationship over the past 21 years, but I’m glad to say that as of recently we remain on extremely amicable terms.

I can’t quite remember the first time I discovered masturbation/stimulated myself, but I distinctly remember hearing something about the “Big O” on T.V. one day when I was about 11 and deciding to do some research. After looking up the terms “orgasm” and subsequently “masturbation” on the web, I took it upon myself to see what all the fuss was about.

i found your site at the beginning of the year, while trying to increase my sexual skills, i am an ever learning intellectual slut. when I first saw the pictures in the gallery i was drawn to the cocks, but then looking at the cunts i realised how beautiful and different we all are, I have never had a close view of mine or anyone else's, and that intrigued me. That as a 37 year old woman, with many experiences, i had never even looked at myself. I had no idea what the most sensitive pleasure giving part of my body even looked like. my minds image was that from text books.

I have been masturbating ever since I discovered my clitoris at a young age I would say somewhere around 10 years old.

When I first started out I generally just used my hands but found different objects over the years that I found could get me aroused easily. Any vibrating object would be my best choice however, I have not learned to control my orgasm when using one.

I also have not been able to have multiple orgasms because I am just too sensitive to touch after I cum. If anyone

Sometimes shooting pictures is a great turn on. This was one of those moments.

After about fifteen minutes of shooting, my photog was looking at images on the computer. I was soon pulling on my lips and gently stroking my clit. As we started shooting again, my firm, spread lips gave me away. The photog put a big pillow on the floor, and I lay back against the cold wall and got serious. The squishy sounds of my sopping pussy were even louder than my moans.

My scene was sex and control and being controlled by someone else. The more that person owned me the more aroused I got…and the more submissive…the more owned…the more I owned myself. Whipping was so mundane compared to being owned by someone.

Times past and present; Wish that I had learned of Betty earlier in my life. Ever since I was 5 years years old and first experienced the tingly feeling when I played with myself, the joy of masturbation has continued to be a part of my life. My mother shared her knowledge with me by making me aware of my body and how the parts worked. Don't get me wrong. She didn't show me how to make it tingle, but she did keep me aware of normal feelings that would naturally change as time passed. When I finally had my first period, it was expected and understood.