How i learned to love my own black pussy

I grew up one of those females that were afraid of their own pussy. Raised in a strict, no-nonsense home, I was taught that my black pussy would get me into trouble and that was something at least close to the truth. I see that now as an adult. Of course, as a young woman, I had to come into my own when it comes to sexuality.

This is the truth for most women, but for those who are taught that enjoying your own nice-shaved pussy is not ladylike or moral in the least; it tends to be a bit more difficult. I can honestly say that I discovered my very first self-pleasuring at the tender age of sixteen and although I had no idea what I was doing then, I feel I handled myself quite well.

I was up late, studying as always. I was such a goodie-goodie back then. I sometimes stayed up to all hours of the night studying and completing assignments so I could get more of those perfect 'A' grades I loved so much. Black pussy fuck; The television kept me going at night and it eventually went to late-night shows. You know those shows. I never had an issue with those shows until this night.

I couldn’t help myself. I had seen them do it, so I decided to give it a try. The uncontrollable ache in the pit of my stomach and the throbbing between my thighs forced me to it. I slipped my hand in the bottom of my skirt, inside my panties that were thick with moisture I couldn’t quite place. While it felt strange to even begin to do so, the first contact between my small black pussy and the soft side of my index finger was like nothing I had ever felt before or after that day. Little did I know that a few more pats and caresses would take me to a real state of bliss, a type of sheer joy that I had never known anything of until that very day.

I worked the tip of my index finger down the hood of my overgrown clitoris until I found the inner part of me, the supple purple flesh among the sea of black, untamed, me-soaked post-pubescent pubic hairs. I figured that with a tickle of my second finger and a quick flicking of my tortured clit I could create ecstasies that I never knew existed. As I neared and then rode soaring over my climactic experience, I was a changed woman.

There is something that can be said about coming into your own sexuality. My parents and friends would have expected me to feel shame or guilt about what I discovered that night, the small piece of Paradise that I found flanked between my thighs. I did not. From that day on, I was a sensual Black woman and my life is that much more pleasurable for it.