Clitoris Celebration

Okay, I've had a few glasses of wine tonight, which is occasionally part of my writing routine. And when I need a break, I like to lurk in the forums until I find a conversation that speaks to me.

Clitoris Celebration caught my eye for one big reason. Mine is big. Much larger than average. Probably bigger than any you’ve seen in real life.

I'll chalk this confession up to the wine, but for a long time, I was terribly self-conscious about it. Especially in my teens, when it became clear that my little man in the canoe was growing into a rather large, perhaps even tall, man in the canoe.

I got teased a bit. Nothing terrible, but enough to make me uncomfortable with my rather prominent outie.

It wasn't until I became sexually active that I discovered something surprising. The very thing I'd spent years embarrassed about actually made me unique. Much like girls with big boobs, I had a sexual physical feature that attracted a certain kind of attention.

And I discovered I rather liked that attention.

Large or small, clitorises all serve the same purpose. Mine is particularly sensitive, although, since it's the only one I've ever had, I can't exactly compare it with anyone else's. But it is noticeably larger, and that seems to hold a certain allure.

Some men never noticed it, which only reinforced that old joke about men being unable to find a clitoris, even when it's practically hanging out there, flashing red like a police light.

But most men did notice. And still do. And when they do, I tend to get a little extra attention, especially orally, which I thoroughly enjoy.

I write a lot of my private life into my stories. My experiences with older men, my encounters with various fetishes, and, yes, my experiences as a woman with a large clitoris. In fact, more than half my stories feature a woman with that physical characteristic. When you encounter one such character in my works, there's a pretty good chance you're meeting a little piece of me (ok, a big piece of me).

My recent story, Fuck or Walk, is a long story, filled with intense erotica. And yes, you'll find a woman with a large clitoris who understands the power she has over men. But here's the important part: Her power doesn't come from the size of her clitoris. It comes from having overcome the insecurity she once felt about it.

And maybe that's why I keep writing women like her.

Because, in a way, I'm still celebrating the girl who finally learned to love what made her different.

Cheers (sips more wine)
 
Okay, I've had a few glasses of wine tonight, which is occasionally part of my writing routine. And when I need a break, I like to lurk in the forums until I find a conversation that speaks to me.

Clitoris Celebration caught my eye for one big reason. Mine is big. Much larger than average. Probably bigger than any you’ve seen in real life.

I'll chalk this confession up to the wine, but for a long time, I was terribly self-conscious about it. Especially in my teens, when it became clear that my little man in the canoe was growing into a rather large, perhaps even tall, man in the canoe.

I got teased a bit. Nothing terrible, but enough to make me uncomfortable with my rather prominent outie.

It wasn't until I became sexually active that I discovered something surprising. The very thing I'd spent years embarrassed about actually made me unique. Much like girls with big boobs, I had a sexual physical feature that attracted a certain kind of attention.

And I discovered I rather liked that attention.

Large or small, clitorises all serve the same purpose. Mine is particularly sensitive, although, since it's the only one I've ever had, I can't exactly compare it with anyone else's. But it is noticeably larger, and that seems to hold a certain allure.

Some men never noticed it, which only reinforced that old joke about men being unable to find a clitoris, even when it's practically hanging out there, flashing red like a police light.

But most men did notice. And still do. And when they do, I tend to get a little extra attention, especially orally, which I thoroughly enjoy.

I write a lot of my private life into my stories. My experiences with older men, my encounters with various fetishes, and, yes, my experiences as a woman with a large clitoris. In fact, more than half my stories feature a woman with that physical characteristic. When you encounter one such character in my works, there's a pretty good chance you're meeting a little piece of me (ok, a big piece of me).

My recent story, Fuck or Walk, is a long story, filled with intense erotica. And yes, you'll find a woman with a large clitoris who understands the power she has over men. But here's the important part: Her power doesn't come from the size of her clitoris. It comes from having overcome the insecurity she once felt about it.

And maybe that's why I keep writing women like her.

Because, in a way, I'm still celebrating the girl who finally learned to love what made her different.

Cheers (sips more wine)
@WendyTrilby that must be some good wine! All kidding aside, it’s always nice to hear people learning to love their bodies and finding true pleasure in the way they were made:). Cheers!
 
Okay, I've had a few glasses of wine tonight, which is occasionally part of my writing routine. And when I need a break, I like to lurk in the forums until I find a conversation that speaks to me.

Clitoris Celebration caught my eye for one big reason. Mine is big. Much larger than average. Probably bigger than any you’ve seen in real life.

I'll chalk this confession up to the wine, but for a long time, I was terribly self-conscious about it. Especially in my teens, when it became clear that my little man in the canoe was growing into a rather large, perhaps even tall, man in the canoe.

I got teased a bit. Nothing terrible, but enough to make me uncomfortable with my rather prominent outie.

It wasn't until I became sexually active that I discovered something surprising. The very thing I'd spent years embarrassed about actually made me unique. Much like girls with big boobs, I had a sexual physical feature that attracted a certain kind of attention.

And I discovered I rather liked that attention.

Large or small, clitorises all serve the same purpose. Mine is particularly sensitive, although, since it's the only one I've ever had, I can't exactly compare it with anyone else's. But it is noticeably larger, and that seems to hold a certain allure.

Some men never noticed it, which only reinforced that old joke about men being unable to find a clitoris, even when it's practically hanging out there, flashing red like a police light.

But most men did notice. And still do. And when they do, I tend to get a little extra attention, especially orally, which I thoroughly enjoy.

I write a lot of my private life into my stories. My experiences with older men, my encounters with various fetishes, and, yes, my experiences as a woman with a large clitoris. In fact, more than half my stories feature a woman with that physical characteristic. When you encounter one such character in my works, there's a pretty good chance you're meeting a little piece of me (ok, a big piece of me).

My recent story, Fuck or Walk, is a long story, filled with intense erotica. And yes, you'll find a woman with a large clitoris who understands the power she has over men. But here's the important part: Her power doesn't come from the size of her clitoris. It comes from having overcome the insecurity she once felt about it.

And maybe that's why I keep writing women like her.

Because, in a way, I'm still celebrating the girl who finally learned to love what made her different.

Cheers (sips more wine)
Another I will relax and enjoy for sure.
 
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