Day after day my vagina is tortured by the fact that it belongs to a 30-something woman. I am that 30-something woman in the midst of my sexual peak, which my vagina constantly reminds me about—-like at this very moment.
My vagina is an innie so I don't really need to protect my precious lips or extruding labia. I can go commando in my favorite tight jeans and it doesn't bother me in the least (except that friction thing. Oyvey!). Going without panties is a liberating experience. As silly as that sounds I feel profoundly sexy without panties. Not even the sexiest, lacy, frilly panties give me that feeling. Panties make my vagina frown.
This article appears in Jan 27 – Feb 2, 2010.