Pussy Prettification Project, Part 8

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Mar 192012
 

My old labia had a fan, and I didn’t even know it! Certainly Whitman’s always been a fan, and I’ve never been worried about that. However, it’s always nice to hear from a random stranger now and then about how awesome my pussy is and/or was.

I had a really nice comment on Reddit over the weekend. It made me smile:

  “Plus one for a sex blog, but jeeesus christ you had a labiaplasty!? Your labia was beautiful before, the suckable kind of lips you can make out with for hours. It’s like cock, more is better…”  

Classyguy1978 elaborates further here on his love of all things labia. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t really  my fan, he’s just a fan in general. You’ve just got to appreciate a man who loves pussy like that!Labiaplasty Healing - 3 weeksHere she is at 3 weeks. Still looking a little rough. I’ll be happy to lose the last few stitches and see how I’m REALLY going to look. [I’m rather intrigued by what I think of as “the pussy nugget” – the upside down heart formed by my clit hood.]

Pussy Prettification Project, Part 7

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Mar 092012
 

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.

labiaplasty 2 weeks later

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.

Sunday Morning Blowjob, the Post-op Version

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Mar 022012
 

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.

Sunday Morning Blowjob

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.

Pussy Prettification Project, Part 6: Happy Birthday

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Mar 012012
 

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.

Labiaplasty 7 days after, front view

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.Labiaplasty 7 days after

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.

Pussy Prettification Project, Part 4

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Feb 232012
 

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.”

pretty pussy

Whitman has a serious post-op question, though…how long after my procedure does HE have to wait to have sex??

Her beautiful body, and everything in-between.

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Feb 222012
 

I love SexFairy.

It doesn’t matter if she thinks she is sexy or not. It doesn’t matter if others think she is sexy (though they all do) or not. I don’t care what “society” says. I love SexFairy with all my heart. Every day, in every way, she is the most beautiful perfect woman I’ll ever know.

On a recent weekend morning, we woke up, and I looked over at her, and said “you are so beautiful”. Now most women don’t consider themselves at their best first thing in the morning, and SexFairy commented as such. To which I replied, “I love the woman I go to sleep with, and I love the woman I wake up with”. She is always, both, and everything in between.

SexFairy’s Labiaplasty posts have generated some attention, and it’s time I threw my two cents into this pot. Labia collage

I love her labia as they are. Yes they hang and sometimes make my finding the sweet juices of her pussy a bit of  a manipulating challenge, but that doesn’t make me want them “trimmed”. So, why do I support her in this decision to have Labiaplasty?

Because I know it bothers her. She feels self conscious about it. They get in the way DURING sex (for her, not me). She can’t ride a bicycle because they’d get twisted up and hurt.

So to all you naysayers – my question is….
AT WHAT POINT DOES A PHYSICAL DISTINCTION BECOME SEVERE ENOUGH TO BE SURGICALLY ATTENDED TO???

And the answer is, whenever that person wants it taken care of. It’s not your business AT ALL, if someone gets a nose job, an abortion, a tummy tuck, or labiaplasty.

Respect the individual’s right, to take care of themselves, as they wish. Beyond that, shut the fuck up, please. It isn’t your body. You have as much right to tell someone else what they should or shouldn’t do, as I have to tell YOU  what you should or shouldn’t do with your body.
Correct Answer – NOT.

I love SexFairy’s labia now. I’ll love them tomorrow after her surgery, and I’ll love them for all the years we will have together, and then some. Just like every other part of her body and soul.

Kiss These Lips Goodbye!

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Feb 222012
 

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.

pussy lips pink

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!!

Pussy Prettification Project, Part 3

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Feb 212012
 

“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. say goodbye to these labia

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?

this always reminds me of a tongue sticking out :p

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.