She stared at her reflection; Two large lips, a small mouth agape, a hood that covered the small ball of euphoria she had been told not to touch. A slimy, slippery cavern of wonder surrounded by a jungle of thick black strands of hair.
This was the first time she had ever seen a vagina- this was her vagina.
She quickly glanced at the large golden cross hanging on the wall above her bed.
A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead. She knew this was forbidden, yes. She felt guilty for having discovered the pleasure in being bad.
A warm pulse reverberated through her body. She squirmed, crossing her legs together and feeling the electricity her horniness had caused course through her veins, running through her blood and up to her brain, like ecstasy. She felt quite high, never having felt this way before, a new world, a new way of perceiving things. Not that she had ever done ecstasy, of course. She was a good pudgy suburban Christian. She’d never done drugs, never disobeyed her parents, at least until now.