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.

I am a woman over 65, sexually abused. Never had consensual sex except with my hands or toys. I am so ashamed of what seems like my ugliness and uncleanness. With the bumps on my labia. I was so moved the first time I was examined by my doctor, because we know each other well and it felt much more vulnerable than in the gynecologists office.

Since being with my man, he has made me love my pussy and I am more aware now of how it looks. Love the color. My clit size is fine. My inner lips are small at first, but once engaged in the act they get rather large. My outer lips are puffy at first but then the seem to flatten out and get wrinkly. It is pink but does get a bit brown with sexual. 

I don't have name, do not talk to it. She screams for an orgams and it has to happen. I shave around the pussy and leave hair on the pub. 

Here I am, shaving and shooting photos of my pussy, editing them in haste and uploading them before Betty and Carlin close down the gallery. Or before my sister, who came back when I just finished shooting, sees something. It's just my luck that she does. A vulva is splayed on my screen. She goes squealing to our mum. Since they don't know it's mine I can just say that I'm watching some erotic photos. I don't want to play the educator today. They buy it. Peace at last.