For the Love of Labia

I love my labia.  And I renewed my love for my labia yesterday during an oral sex session.  For the most part, it's always a race to the vagina....a race to the clitoris and sometimes we forget just how sexually sensitive our labia are and how much pleasure they bring us as women.  They're so soft and tender to the touch.  They fold and undulate between our legs carrying with them lubricating juices.  I love the way they feel when I part them and run my finger past their smooth center and into my vaginal opening.  I love to feel them plump up with pleasure...pulling open...ready to receive whatever I may slide past them.  

They're so sensitive when stimulated in just the right way.  Sucked up together in a lover's mouth, licked up and down their length, massaged with a lubricated finger, pinched ever so tenderly as I get excited: I would never cut them away from my body.  NEVER.

Their beauty lies in their simplicity.  Such a small slip of skin so delicate and subtle yet powerful and responsive should be revered.  Their image should adorn works of act, monuments to humanity, and altars of worship.  But we are conditioned to see them as perverse.  Every time we pull them up into a pair of panties we shudder.  Every time we look up at a lover between our legs we hold our breath.  If only our mothers helped us understand the wonders of our bodies.

Yes, I love my labia.

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