The title says it all. There are lots of ways to explain it, but basically today is “Guys’ Valentines Day” – all they need is a steak and a blowjob. Let’s do our part, ladies and give them what they want!
Happy Steak and BJ Day!
I arrived at the Gynecologist / My Hero’s office right on time yesterday. I was actually a little nervous about my follow up visit. I think maybe the doc is the first person to ‘really see’ what I look like post-op, and that’s why I was nervous.
Whitman has seen a little bit of the “new me,” obviously. (Mostly because I randomly keep saying, “Look how cute!” and pulling down my panties to show him the frontal view. I’m obsessed.) I’m trying to wait though, until the stitches are gone and I’m all healed up and extra pretty to really show him.
2 weeks
Anyway…after circling the packed parking lot I entered the packed waiting room. (I always wonder if this is a good sign or a bad one…who has to circle the lot at the GYNECOLOGIST??) I smugly took my seat among all of the pregnant ladies waiting. I was smug because a) I’m not pregnant, and b) I have a cute new pussy.
Fast forward to the exam room. “So,” he says, “How sore were YOU two weeks ago?”
“Not that bad,” I answered. He stopped in his tracks, looking shocked. We talked a little about my recovery – how it hurt quite a bit day one and two, but mostly I considered myself ‘sore’ the rest of the time. He then let me in on a little secret: “Every time I do this surgery, I just cringe. It just makes my scrotum retract.” Laughing, he demonstrated by pulling his fists in little balls close to his neck. He wins the Best Doctor Ever Award, hands down.
He then actually took a look. I think he was as pleased as I am! We discussed my bruising, the rest of the stitches (soon to be completely dissolved), and that since I’m still tender and a little sore that I should wait another week to resume sexual activity. I knew this already. I can tell my body that part of my body is not ready for sex yet. The rest of my body, and actually the rest of my genitals, actually, are TOTALLY ready for sex. I’m craving sex. I’m dying for sex.
Blowjobs for Whitman, Whitman masturbating over my chest and then over my face while I suck his balls and he pours a huge amount of cum onto my face…?? All great, and really, really hot, but no substitute. I want to fuck.
March 8 is International Women’s Day. Since 1909, this day has been set aside to show appreciation for women, women’s achievements and feminine empowerment. Perfect! I think it’s absolutely fitting then, that it’s also the 2-week birthday of my new labia minora. I feel extremely empowered by my ‘new look’ and I’m so glad I had the surgery. I have a doctor visit on International Women’s Day, and I hope I get cleared for some sexy time. I’m not sure that’s going to happen this week, because I’m still healing, but a girl can dream, can’t she? The reality is, though, that I feel sexy and beautiful, and can’t wait to wear something sexy for Whitman to celebrate!!
Unfortunately, my lounging in lingerie project has been on hold due to my recovery, but that hasn’t stopped me from buying more sexy lingerie! As I’ve mentioned before I don’t need much of an excuse to shop for pretty girlie things!
EdenFantasys continues to add new lingerie to their product line, and I
keep grabbing them up! (I’m stocking up for daily wear again when I’m ‘back in the game’!)
I forgot to mention something important in yesterday’s post about how great I was feeling the weekend after my surgery: The Sunday Blowjob.
Whitman and I have developed a quasi-tradition in our relationship of a good Sunday (usually Sunday morning) blowjob. I love to wake up to the feel of his cock growing hard against my ass, then slide down and take him in my mouth. The way he fills my mouth and then my throat as his erection grows ever thicker makes me even hornier for him.
The Sunday Blowjob almost always ends up being a total face-fuck, which I love. Whitman will let me play and stroke and suck and lick and tease his cock…until he doesn’t. His hands will make their way to my head, and he holds on tight as he begins to pump faster and harder as I take his cock into my throat and feel the telltale throbbing of impending ejaculation. I smile inside as I feel it coming and swallow it all.
Last Saturday night (2 days after my labiaplasty), as we were getting ready for bed, I told Whitman that I thought I was feeling so good that he should have his Sunday Morning Blowjob the next morning.
I was, and he did. I knelt between his legs and he fucked my face. It didn’t matter that I’m sexually on hiatus for a couple of weeks. Sunday mornings are No Pussy Necessary.
My “new” labia are one week old today! I couldn’t be more thrilled with the results so far! I think I was still a little loopy from anesthesia in the Recovery Room when I asked the nurse if I could peek. I was just SO EXCITED to see the ‘new me’! She said, “I don’t think you should look today, it’s pretty swollen and bleeding and looks scary.” THAT was not encouraging. I then asked the older nurse who’d been in the OR with me, “How did it go? How do they look?” She replied, “There’s nothing there, if THAT’S what you wanted.” I think she was being a little “judge-y”, but that’s okay. Lots of people have been. Judge all you want. I’m giddy.
I know you’re all dying for details, so let’s talk pain level: The first day was not so bad, but of course I had great drugs. The second day, I didn’t even feel like I needed the pain pills, just Ibuprofen and/or Aleve. Whitman and I did a little shopping over the weekend, and I felt fine.
I went back to work Monday for about a half-day, and after that, I was feeling the effects of sitting at my desk for hours, so I took it easy for the evening. (Whitman is a wonderful nurse, by the way.) I’ve also discovered a ginger bath salt soak that seems to be speeding the healing along.
Generally speaking, I’m feeling great. I’m still a little sore, but totally feeling better and I’m super-happy with the way I look! Although I’ve still got a lot of stitches and a little bruising, I no longer have a ‘bulge’ or a ‘bubble’ between my legs. It’s just like a cute little pussy nugget now.
I’m home. Whitman is taking wonderful care of me, of course. He always does.
Contrary to my previous post about the anesthesia being “conscious sedation”, I really had a very light general anesthesia – no intubation, paralyzation, etc. So I was out, but not deeply, and not for long.
I was home about 3 hours after the surgery; I had some breakfast and a nap. The pain is minimal so far, but we’ll see as the surgery meds start wearing off. As of now, I’m feeling good and looking Frankenstein-ish! I have about 20 stitches – 10 on each lip. I’ll post some pics of the healing but not yet. I don’t want to scare everyone off!
If you’re reading this, Dear Reader, I’m in the recovery room.(Trust me, I’m thrilled, good drugs notwithstanding.)
My surgery was at 7am, and it was expected to last about 15 minutes. I’ll spend about 30 minutes to an hour in the recovery room, because after all, it was just conscious sedation, not general anesthesia, then I’m headed home. I’ll have a few dissolving stitches and what my doctor said was MOST IMPORTANT about the recovery period is
“NO sexual activity for at least two weeks.”
Whitman has a serious post-op question, though…how long after my procedure does HE have to wait to have sex??
I always have my nails professionally manicured. Always. This week (the week of labiaplasty) is no different. Today’s schedule: Pre-op at the doctor’s office, pre-op at the surgery center, then NAILS!
I arrived at the salon, planning to pick a pink polish, in honor of my pink, pink pussy and the Pussy Prettification Project. I picked the newest pink in the place, which was on full display at the front counter as part of the OPI Holland Collection.
Kiss My Two Lips Goodbye
Imagine my amusement when I learned the name of this lovely pink shade:
“Kiss Me On My Tulips”
…and on that note…
Kiss these two lips goodbye!!
Men, do you have days when your cock seems bigger than others? I know that some erections are harder than others. How about “bigger” days, though?
yes, it's really us...
Whitman’s erection last night was ROCK HARD, but also his cock seemed (wait…it didn’t ‘seem’ it ‘WAS’) longer and larger. I had two fists on it and still couldn’t hold it all.
As he was fucking me with my feet on his shoulders and my ass propped in the air, I swear I felt his dick hitting my belly button from the inside. Amazing.
“The personal is political.” Feminism 101, right? I get it now. Pussies have gone political. Somehow this labia surgery has taken on a whole ‘pseudo-controversy’ life of its own. 
There is lots of chatter and commentary (in the media and blog world) lately about labiaplasty or labia reduction. It seems to be catching on as a cosmetic procedure, especially in the US, UK, and Australia. There’s also lots of backlash…so much talk about how as women we must be loving and accepting of our bodies, we’re all different, we’re all normal, we don’t like the way we look because of too much ‘fake’ porn, blahblahblah. Somehow, nobody feels comfortable expressing approval of this procedure unless it’s qualified with “but it’s okay if you’re doing it for practical reasons…”
I call bullshit. Yes, the reality is that aside from appearance, my labia are a real pain the pussy. They are in the way during sex. They get pulled on at inopportune times; caught between my vagina and cock, fingers, or toys. They get twisted in my panties. They get pinched if I wear tight jeans. They show through a bathing suit. Hell, they’d show through a sheer dress if I went commando. “This must be what it’s like to have balls,” I’ve often thought. So yes, there are other considerations, but as I commented on this post yesterday, I’ve dealt with all of those issues for years. The real reason I’m having the surgery is that I don’t like the way I look.
And so the fuck what if it is?
I agree that women shouldn’t feel ashamed of our bodies, but I also think that I shouldn’t be made to feel bad for not liking my body the way it is. I go to the gym because I don’t want to be fat. I wear sunscreen because I don’t want to have wrinkles. I had braces because my teeth were crooked, and (guess what??) I didn’t like the way they looked (gasp)! People have nose jobs because they don’t like the way their perfectly normal noses look. I don’t see a big ‘nose job backlash’ going on.
My labia are large. I have always disliked them. They get in the way. I’m doing something about it and it feels good. I can’t fucking wait.