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Why the women have they so long hidden - and hide again - what the men want more that all at home: their sex. Buried under numerous layers of cloths, dresses, let's be juicy, panties. the woman's sex never exposes herself. Today again, even clothed of a trousers, a woman won't let herself be going ever to sit down the remote legs, as make it so often the men. Dressed of a skirt, she will cross the legs, so that no look can get lost in it. From where does this look come that one carries on the vulva, since that is its name? A look imprints of reluctance as much that of attraction. One speaks of the mussel, of the craquouse , more often than of the apricot or the almond. And the smutty songs don't miss to make of the woman's sex a synonym of the obscenity. The woman facing her evenThe woman will discover to the adolescence that her sex covers itself with hairs, cowl and that blood escapes from it. All her life, it will be necessary to practice a gymnastics complicated to tempt to observe this part hidden of her body that, only, differentiate it of the men. How many women didn't ever take a small ice to look at their sex (they are not able to make it otherwise)? Is the woman's sex to this taboo point? How many women live thus without knowing themselves? The one that the mother won't have reassured will land of numerous questions on the loss of her virginity and the pain that one associates there generally. The sex of the women is a business of women. The advice will be whispered far from the ears of the men, as if to speak of it overtly could attract any maledictions. The rules, even to the adult age, are concealed carefully and if a bloodstain comes to soil a trousers, it is a sense of shame that will invade the improvident. When the woman discovers that her sex doesn't rebuff its partner, it makes up then for good with it. it will be able to expose itself freely under the man's look, to let themselves to observe, to admire, to entertain, to like the hand and the mouth,. For her biggest pleasure. The man facing his sexWhereas he dresses it of all coarseness in numerous histories, the woman's sex, so hidden, so mysterious, is, for the man, the object of all lusts. His hand, teenager, will try to pierce the secret buried between the thighs tightened of his conquest. His fingers, little by little surer of them, will caress hairs, will discover the clitoris that will harden under their pressure, will get lost then between the lips before reaching the entry of the vagina. The man will get lost in his sweetness and his moistness, will savor the taste let to the hollow of his hand of it. He will put his head there finally, will let there go his look, then his mouth will delight itself of it. The mystery will become familiar. Source of enjoyment. "Roses to the delicate petals", "Injuries from where I come" that of suggestive metaphors for this feminine anatomy parcel! 2009-03-03 
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