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libidinous self-confidence when she hears that kind of talk from some loudmouthed Smurf look-alike? We all know that the Good Lord wasn’t exactly motivated by urban Design2000 criteria when he created pricks and pussies. But a run-over hedgehog? Come on, the female genital area isn’t that bad!  
     
    This did nothing to help with the alleviation of the pussy hang-ups that had been with me since I had a first furtive look between my loins with the aid of a mirror. The shock was profound. I was dumbfounded and almost wanted to ask my mum if it was possible to swap the thing for something else. That bunch of pink folds is supposed to be the longed-for Promised Land, the bliss at the end of the pilgrimage, the great endeavor that all heterosexual males strive for?! You must be joking – they’ve got to be off their rocker! A bog-standard coffee cup is more erotic than that weird mess of floppy skin and curly hair. It must be the fascination with horror that would scientifically explain the magical attraction of this body part. Generally speaking, female bodies are utterly beautiful; we girlies have much to be proud of. But really – the genital zone seems to have been fashioned by a heavenly apprentice who was a trifle stoned at the time!

This might explain why so many women prefer sex in the dark. They don’t want to scare men off with their little sex-creature that takes a lot of getting used to. What is unfathomable is why every porno movie and magazine has girls present themselves with their legs spread so wide that you can practically see all the way up to their lungs. Naturally, you eventually come to terms with the deranged outer appearance of your genitals as well as their odor. And since men can’t seem to get enough of what slumbers between our legs, I suppose we girlies should just relax. Even said school friend doesn’t appear to have any problems letting his cucumber play happily with run-over hedgehogs. Still, the term “run-over hedgehog” has remained ineradicably and mercilessly lodged in my brain to this day. I kept remembering it every time I saw the hedgehog-loudmouth’s girlfriend. She was in our school and she looked like a perfectly normal girl, neither particularly pretty nor particularly ugly, just standard. But every time I saw her, my head pounded out “run-over hedgehog” with the accompanying image flashing up on the giant screen inside my brain. Recently, some ten years later, I found her by accident on one of those online networking platforms. And guess what instantly shot through my mind? Oh look, there’s the run-over hedgehog!

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    And so, eventually, Number Two slipped his hand under my panties that were soaking wet, as ever when we were making out. I held my breath and I think he did too – it was his first physical exploration of this kind, too. I think he was mightily impressed with what he found. At the time, of course, I was still sporting a full but beautiful and small natural bush of hair. All that orgy of shaving and leaving just a tiny strip didn’t start until years later. But still I was unable to fully surrender to his lustful explorations. I was still incredibly worried about what would happen next, when he would pull his hand back out and maybe would want to smell it. And either it was my imagination because I was so completely paralyzed with fear, or it was really real, but when he pulled his hand out of my panties – in my panic, I kept trying to distract him – his hand really did go up to his face and I assumed that he sniffed at it, and furthermore I assumed that he actually wrinkled his nose. I was devastated. Now it was out. That was it. The worst had happened; he was going to leave me. Strangely enough I had been entire unconcerned about these things with my Number One. He even licked me and enjoyed it very much. So why was I making such a fuss about it with Number Two? Maybe it was the fact that he went to my school and I was