smells

Hello, I’ve been thinking about how my vulva smells.  The smells can be informative, appealing, embarrassing, delicious.

yesterday

I was lying in bed in the early morning.  My vulva felt extra wet.  Why was that?  My spouse and I had not had sex the night before.

Maybe I was ovulating.  My cervix had been sore the previous day–it was about that time.  There’s more clear, slippery discharge around ovulation, which I’ve heard is common.

My spouse was spooning me as the big spoon, as he dozed.  I reached into my underwear and slipped a finger into my cunt.  Yes, it was wet.  It felt slightly puffy and curious.

So I rubbed it.  My spouse woke up a bit, grabbed my breasts, fell asleep again.

I sniffed my finger.  Hmm, my vulva smelled good.  No issues or surprises.  No hint of the iron smell of blood–not more yeasty than usual.  Nothing confusing.

masturbation

Then I put my hand back into my underwear.  I rubbed my clit a little more.

It felt weird touch myself in bed as my spouse was mostly sleeping.  Was this sex, or masturbation?  Some combination?  He would wake up a little bit, seem happy, grope me, and fall back asleep.  The skin-skin contact helped me feel safe, ready to come.

I was thinking about a favorite fantasy lately.  My spouse goes to visit a trusted friend for a weekend of sex.  Those two do it countless times, over the course of a few days, overjoyed.

Then he returns home to me, energized by the animal fun he had with this other person.  He wants to fuck me extra much.  Something in him is enlivened and renewed, by sex with this beloved lady.

So it’s a win for all of us.  Feels like a risk, to share him and mix things up.  But change is good.  And change is inevitable.  We might as well change ourselves and our relationships in ways that lead us toward freedom, pleasure, nourishing fun.

I imagine him doing it with this other lady, saying her name, coming in her so many times he loses track.  He enjoys the thrill of new sexual connection and fresh possibilities.  Then he returns home to me, loving me more than ever.  I rubbed my clit and imagined all of that.

orgasm

Seemed like I might come.  Should I come like this, as my spouse held me and slept?  I decided yes.  I’d wished he might wake up.  But I was ready to feel that total flood of pleasure.

Coming can be like jumping into a pool of water.  Do I want to?  The reward is great, but it’s an intense experience.  Do I want to be overwhelmed, engulfed, flooded, transformed?  Yes, I do.

I let myself come, and it felt so blissful, as the pleasure pumped through me.  I made myself stay quiet as I rode the wave all the way to shore.  Wow–that moment felt like eating the most delicious meal in 40 seconds.  I felt stronger and healthier afterward, and I felt very free.

My spouse slightly woke as I came, and it felt good to have his awareness with me.  I relaxed and snuggled closer to him, feeling my heartbeat slow and the overwhelm subside.

Then I smelled my fingers again.  Did my vulva smell the same at the end as at the beginning?  Yes, it did.

invitation

Then this morning I had just taken a shower and was lying in bed with a fan blowing on my vulva and the place between my abdomen and vulva.  It needs to get dry after showers so my skin stays healthy there.  Fat people especially need to care for this place.

I love those few minutes as I lie in bed with the fan, resting, touching myself, texting friends, and enjoying the post-shower sensation of being all clean.  Feels luxurious, true happiness of having nothing else I’m supposed to do.

This time my spouse came home and saw me there in bed.  He found me very beautiful, took off his clothes, and held me.  We cuddled sweetly, and he asked me to suck his dick.

I did suck his dick.  Sometimes I make him wait a while, or rub it with my hand first.  This time I just scootched down on the bed, put his erection in my mouth, and went down on him, my heart full of love.

smells

“I’m working on a blog post about how my cunt smells,” I told my spouse.  “You wanna sniff my cunt?”

“Sure!” he said.

He climbed between my legs and put his nose over my vulva.  He kissed me there.

“How is it?” I asked.

“Great,” he said.

“Is it spicy?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“Is it yeasty?” I asked.

“No,” he said.

“Is it sour?” I asked.

“No,” he said.

“Is it sweet?” I asked,

“Yes,” he said.

“A little bit?” I asked.

“A little bit,” he said.

“Is it subtle, or strong?” I asked.

He didn’t answer.

“Is it medium?” I asked.

“It’s subtle,” he said.

Then he fucked me–he was conveniently already there between my legs.  I held open my labia for him with my fingers.  He knelt between my legs and pushed his dick into my hole.   We struggled it into me.

He thrust it like that, but it wasn’t going in all the way.  I wanted it deeper.

Then he brought his torso closer to mine and fucked me all the way.  I growled and grabbed at his chest.  It was very beautiful, and he finally ejaculated into me.  He said he loved me a lot, pulled out, kissed my tummy.

other smells

I went to a social event some months ago, my first social event in an enclosed space after the worst of the pandemic.  My vulva can be somewhat yeasty, depending on the time of the month.  It gets yeastier right before my period.

I felt pretty horrified to smell my own vulva at the event.  Oh yikes–I hadn’t noticed it had an extra yeasty smell that day…  I wasn’t used to being around other people beside my spouse.  I was surprised and sad to be socially inappropriate.

No one said, “Hey, is there a bread factory nearby?” or commented in any way about my vulva’s aroma  But I was embarrassed, to finally be social in person with friends and mess it up.

menstruation

The strong iron smell around menstruation reminds me to eat some iron rich foods and consider a supplement.  I’ve spent years of my life anemic, and I prefer not to.  Iron isn’t optional.  I need all the energy I can get.

Blood smells before and during menstruation are to be expected, and I’d rather keep them to myself.

A while back while traveling, I was having some issues I thought might be the beginning of a UTI.  I drank a lot of water, drank cranberry juice, got exercise, and did my best to keep it clean.

But there was a faint smell, those uncomfortable two weeks.  It must have been the bacteria that was winning for a little while, in the great biome battle of Nest’s body.  The smell wasn’t horrible, but I associated it with the pain of the UTI and fear that the UTI would get worse and become a kidney infection.

yes

What do you think of this topic?  How does your vulva smell lately?  Do you like it?  Do you get health information from the different smells, like I do?