I can understand why some women have negative feelings about their protruding or large labia. Men are the same way about their penises … too small, curved too much, too hairy … so we’re all pretty much in the same boat. None of us are perfect, and most of us perceive our “flaws” with exaggerated emotions. But labia, like penises, are like snowflakes … no two are the same. In fact they are part of our physical personalities that make the human race interesting. Therefore, in this post you will see a variety of labia, all of which are normal, all of which would thrill nearly any man or any female lover.
We’re all self-conscious about our bodies to begin with: too short or tall, fat or thin, our complexions are too light or dark or have imperfections, our butts are too flat or too broad … the worries are endless. But the labia are a special part of a special part, a part that women want to share with someone special. So they, like men and their penises, use the Internet and certain magazines to establish what is apparently an ideal look for their genitals. No wonder so many plastic surgeons drive a Mercedes Benz, especially those that do labiaplasty, a procedure, if purely for cosmetic reasons, I hope to discourage you from.
Me and my boyfriend are thinking about having sex for the first time, I have never let him see my large labia before because I am worried what he might think. They are very large and are dark brown in colour, is this normal? Is this even attractive?
After finding out my b/f uses porn to help him along when I’m not around, I decided to keyword “large labia” on the Internet to see if what he’s looking at looks like me. …Apart from them being teens, which I’m not, I’m 27, all of the girls had small ‘perfect’ looking labia, again, which I don’t have. I already felt self conscious about my labia, both minora and majora are large and hang quite low, they’re pretty symmetrical but there is a lot of them to say the least. I found a website showing all sorts of labia sizes, even larger ones similar to mine.. whilst I think they’re beautiful I still find mine pretty ugly. Added to that I never know what to do with the hair down there, leave it long to hide the big lips, or have it short, neat and tidy but have my horrible lips hanging for all to see. I don’t know. Its odd that I can view other large labia as attractive, some of them even turned me on if I’m honest, but I still think mine are ugly.
I think my vagina lips are not normal. My inner lips are way way bigger then my outer ones! It wasn’t like that when I was little! It really bugs me. I won’t even let my boyfriend touch me there, cause I’m afraid he will think I’m not normal or something. My boyfriend has asked me if I wanted to have sex but I turned him down because of this. Is my vagina normal?
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I’ve read a lot of articles on labia but I still can’t seem to get the thought of my own out of my head. I have large labia that noticeable which I know are normal but still bother me. I think it looks gross in certain underwear and I am very insecure about it. At times I even try to tuck them in so you can see them. I am 16 and started noticing this about a year or so ago. I am not sure if I was always like this or not. I’ve been with this guy for about 8 months and hes been down there with his hands and what not but I am a virgin and I was very skeptical about even letting him preform oral sex on me because of the reaction that he might have thinking it’s disgusting. About a week ago at his house things started to get serious but kept my hands covering my vagina because I was nervous. He was confused at why I would do that and told me he really want to give me oral sex and I really wanted to. I eventually let him and he did not say one thing bout my larger labia. I was very surprised and pleased but couldn’t shake the idea of what he really thought. I still consider surgery when I turn 18 for myself. I just cannot get the thought that I look gross out of my mind. I really need help on what I should do.
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Michael looked around. “Seems about as private here as it can get.”
“We’ll see some rafters is about all. I know most of the guides.”
“We don’t have to get naked,” Michael said, thinking about the rafters he had seen float past his campsite downstream.
“Yeah, we do.” Justin reached for the buttons on his shirt. He felt rebellious and intoxicated on the idea of getting naked with his new friend. It had been a long time since his blood ran warm with a new adventure. “I’m beyond giving a damn about what everyone else thinks.”
A moment later his shirt was off. He went for the jeans: the belt unbuckled, the zipper down, his thumbs hooked inside the waistband. He looked up just before pushing them down his legs. Michael was standing near the edge of the water, watching him. Then, with just a hint of reluctance, the jeans and underwear came down his long black legs and he kicked them aside.
Michael closed his eyes for a moment and smiled. As beautiful as I imagined. “Okay,” he said, opening his eyes. His heart quickened. Justin had decided to let go of his nettlesome inhibitions, and in Michael it had awakened some familiar chemistry. “You know I’m gay, so do you mind if I just look at you for a minute?”
Suddenly feeling a little numb with modesty, Justin tilted his head forward and rubbed his eyes with his finger and thumb. The tight curls across his chest narrowed between two pronounced, almost feminine nipples and trailed down over his belly, joining a thick tangle of pubic hair. His penis, the color of tar, lay over his testicles the length of a man’s finger, the pliant sac drawn tight to his body, the dark pink glans a provocative contrast to the black sheath. His legs, sparsely covered with the same dark curls as his chest, were muscular and thick for a man of his thin stature. The image in part and in whole, the shadows and patterns of hair, the nuances that were decidedly male, had come together in Michael’s mind in the form of a most exquisite man.
Justin had not anticipated Michael’s overt request. Knowing they had planned to disrobe, he had assumed, as the day wore on, they might snatch discreet glimpses of each other; but nothing so openly sensual. As he stood awkwardly in Michael’s gaze, his heart pounded faster and the sensation of gooseflesh flared across his folded arms. Awash in self-conscious reticence, unaware of his own masculine beauty, he stood feeling somewhat light-headed; though clearly the unexpected sensations were oddly pleasant. As Michael’s gaze lingered, Justin pondered the man standing near the river in the late morning sun, the man that was taking visual pleasure in his body with a gaze he could feel on his skin. His toes curled tight in the soft warm sand and his lungs filled with deep breaths of air fragrant with the smell of the river; and it dawned on him that no one had ever looked at him this way before.Pin It