i was reading about $18,000 surgeries being offered and called 'vaginal makeovers' when really what you're drifting into is the realm of self-inflicted genital mutilation, but i digress. it reminded me of my second trip to the gyno. the doctor i go to is not only my gyno but my GP, so i've met her a few times and i like her, but having someone down there is intimidating. sex is less uncomfortable because the boy isn't down there with swabs and tiny flashlights or plastic speculums and bottles of lube (although the latter would have helped on occasion, but my painful intercourse issues can be left for another post). anyway, having a doctor have their face down at your crotch while their fingers are inside of you is pretty weird to say the least, so imagine how the atmosphere changed when the doctor was sliding the speculum in and said "stop fighting it! you're so tight, that's awesome!"
i felt strangely proud of myself. it was not the first time i had been congratulated on my vagina's kung fu grip, so i figure all the kegels i do on the regular have to be counting for something. plus, it would be devastating to have anything but a tight vag, seeing as how i'm nineteen and my love life has been less than stellar - therefore my encounters are few and far between, moreso now that the boy who made a woman out of me is too depressed to get it up and we don't see each other often because i no longer live in an apartment unsupervised.
going back to the kung fu grip i've been blessed with, i remember the first time i shared the power of the kegel with someone else. it was probably 1 in the morning and i'm fucking the guy in the backseat of his car (in front of my neighbor's house, no less) and it is cramped and we're both extremely hot and sweaty despite it being the end of december, it was easily in the mid 30's temperature wise, but when you want to fuck, you find ways around the most pesky of hurdles. anyway, he's blasting away, my head hitting the walls of the car while he pulls my hair and i'm feeling amazing despite the near concussion i'm bringing upon myself and suddenly i get the awesome idea to see if i can squeeze his dick while he's inside me. i don't say anything about the idea, figuring that if i promise greatness and can't deliver, i'll feel pretty stupid. i try to squeeze and after a few tries, i finally concentrate enough to do it properly and BAM! he makes this wonderfully silly sound, like his orgasm sound but higher pitched, it isn't low and growly but sounds surprised and excited. he looks down at me and goes 'oh my god, what was that? you're going to make me cum'. it is then that i realize what awesome things i can accomplish with lux (my sweetly named vagina) and tell him 'that's the idea, now keep going and pull my hair harder'
a few days after that, i was talking to the guy on aim and he goes 'mad props on the squeezing. that was dope.'
since then, he knows that the squeeze means he's doing his job properly.
thank god for lux.
