Nature! Weird Or What!

Vaginas. Acidic and hostile to sperm. 

Vaginas. Need ‘turning on’ if sex isnt to hurt like….er….well….a cunt, really. 

Testicles. The most delicate part of a man’s body, yet left outside, totally unprotected. 

Testicles. Designed to produce sperm, BUT not at body temperature….hence they are left outside. 

Boobs. Insanely sensitive to stimulation, yet at certain times of the month almost untouchable. 

Nipples. Understandable on the female, but, I mean…why in the male? 

Meanwhile, it’s springtime! Yay! Which means Anna can get back to something she first noticed the power of when she was 15….i mean, of course, exhibitionism….flashing…call it what you will. 

Thank God for Darwin who proved conclusively that we have evolved from base, ape-like critters. Ask any creature and they'll tell you sight is the first attractant. You look at a member (usually but not always) of the opposite gender, and you instantly go into an assessment phase. Are they ready for mating? Are they developed? Age? (Legal reasons if none other). Are you attracted to them. 

Sight is followed by wonder. 

I wonder if s/he is horny?

I wonder if s/he has ‘done it’?

I wonder if s/he shaves?

I wonder when s/he last masturbated?

I wonder what s/he looks like naked, or, better yet, almost naked? 

And that is where the noble art of flashing comes in. I can sit, most indelicately on a park bench, apparently absorbed in a book, my knees most indecorously wide apart and nothing but a thin layer of cotton between my sex and the world. If I’ve chosen the right colour, damp marks may be clearly visible, then all the above happen should someone see up my skirt….as I have every intention of them doing. 

Young, old, married, single, straight, gay, not sure….it matters not. Better yet, it matters not even if they don’t make any approach to me! Who knows what seeing my ‘knickers’ as Dani calls them, will do to someone? A bi-curious girl may use the sight as masturbatory material. An elderly man who had his last decent fuck twenty years or more ago, might jack off imagining screwing me? See that married couple over there? Them…sitting on the bench holding hands. He hasn’t been able to keep his eyes from between my legs. I bet you when he fucks her later he’ll be thinking of doing me. 

See? Power. 

And immense power at that. When I was at school I’d flash the few monks we had from time to time. At worst they’d turn their backs in a huff, but sometimes, they’d stare. I know, absolutely know, I’ve caused more than one Dominican erection. 

I find that thins layer of cotton more erotic than going commando and removing the mystery. Sometimes I’ll wear lace panties that as almost transparent….almost, but not quite. 

And me? It makes me insanely wet. I can feel my vagina convulsing in pre-orgasmic pleasure, while my clit hardens to the point where even the slightest tough could tip me over. 

Last summer, I saw a teenage girl sitting right in the middle of this recreation ground where I am now. It was the last day of the school summer term and she was sitting there with her right hand alternately disappearing under her shirt, before moving to under her skirt. She was clearly masturbating right there in the open. Oh you couldn’t see anything. She’d made sure of that. But a few moments watching, especially her facial expressions and wow…..I saw the very moment she came in her panties. What a sight. 

Tig says “It’s curves.” A girl only gets her curves as she passes through puberty and adolescence. Tits, hips, a shapely bum, rounded thighs….all part of the visual package, which is accompanied by another of natures weirdness…..

Smell. 

Our sweat takes on a different scent, and our vaginal discharge becomes heavier with the scent of musk mingling with the bright, fresh scent of vagina pleasure. The more horny we get, the wetter. Some girls reach for the panty liners, others for the razor, others do nothing except suffer the indignity of sticky pubes every day. 

Not me. For a start, no pubes. For another start, I adore feeling wet between my legs…and I love my own scent too. I was an avid finger licker from the age of 14. Of course, I adore other girls’ scents and tastes too. Each one subtly different around a commonality of scent that is and can only be vagina. 

Buys taste different too. I’ve had semen in my mouth that was incredible! I’ve had semen in my mouth that I could barely avoid spitting out. Not that it tasted dirty or anything like that….just a different taste. The Lovely Chris wins the prize though. I’d suck him off any time. (Especially after he’s just had my sister….but that’s another story for another day.) His cum is gourmet-level. His brother isn't far behind, but Chris’s…..see? It’s make me cream myself just thinking about it. 

I suppose humans are ever inventive. I mean, why fuck a girl up her arse when there’s a perfectly good and useable vagina? The answer? Because it’s kinky….different….maybe even a little perverse. It’s certainly tight! 

Oddly, or perhaps not oddly at all, being fucked up the arse makes me cream myself like crazy. My vagina absolutely pours. 

Sex, at least initially, hurts. Ask any girl who didn’t deal with her own hymen. And even then, it takes a few goes to get used to being stretched to the degree a cock will stretch you. Great care here, boys. You can either turn your girl into a raging nymphomaniac or put her off sex for year during those first half dozen times. 

But then, if you’re with someone you absolutely trust, a little pain can be highly erotic. 

Finally, there are people in the world who have been well brought up….who are polite, reasonably educated, and in general…”nice”. There are others for whom every other word is a profanity, and who are vulgar to their core. I’m not blaming them at all…they can’t help their upbringing. 

But how erotic it is to hear a well brought up, educated girl or guy use profanity? I had sex with an 18 year old girl who attended one of THE best-known independent girls school. Having her invite me to “Suck my cunt. Make me squirt, bitch.” Almost made me cum in the panties I was still wearing at the time. The rarity of such language for her made it all the more erotic. 

Oh, and finally finally…..group sex. Are we, I wonder, naturally monogamous? Somehow, I think not. Imagine a cave. A small group,of humans, say, twenty or so, living in it. It’s night time, so they have a fire burning to keep predatory animals away. It’s warm, and they have been lucky that day. Hunting was good and they are all well-fed. Two of them start having sex. Some of the others see, and become aroused themselves. There’s no marital structure as such although the dominant male may have one or more mates. Would group sex ensue! I think so. Which, to my mind, makes gang bangs a natural ‘thing’. 

I know it’s on my bucket list. My ideal would be around ten guys all taking turns with me, orally, anally, vaginally, maybe even multiple holes simultaneously. 

Or, better yet….a mixed gender group having me! Maybe me tied up, powerless to stop them doing whatever they want to me? Mmmm, yes, that sounds fun. One day, I shall make that happen….unless of course, Emily or Dani set it up for me beforehand. 

Sex is, weird. It’s hard to get pregnant, and as I know to my cost, it’s hard to stay pregnant. Birth used to be the highest mortality for babies and mothers….i mean, whose idea was it to pass something the size of a melon through and opening the side of a lemon? Talk about design fuck up! 

Yet sex is, some say, the strongest drive we posses…even above food and water. The urge to copulate, to pass on our genes is hard-wired into us. 

Well, you must excuse me now, there’s a teenage boy heading this way, and I rather think he’s in need of some visuals for his wank bank!