Testimony
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Whether it happens sooner or later, the female orgasm is a mythologized phenomenon. Some experience it alone, in pairs or in groups; see it as a limitation, an imperative, or a frantic pursuit. From the deconstruction of preconceived ideas to the craziest experiences, “Libé” deals with orgasmic baptism. In the seventh episode of our series of testimonials, Enola (1), 30 years old, a professor in Paris, reports on solitary research without shame or prejudice.
“My first orgasm must have been around my 11th birthday. I just got a new room after the birth of my brother and sister, a room under the roof. My passions were Lorie or Avril Lavigne, laughing with friends, reading books late at night when I wasn’t really allowed to. And horses: I subscribed to Magazine about horses.
“I wanted to try things with my body. One day, I don’t know why, I started researching. There was no school, no one at home, I had just taken a shower. I was sitting in the room, getting dressed and before I put on my socks, I started looking at my penis out of curiosity. Maybe it wasn’t the first time, sometimes I looked in the mirror as a pre-teen and a teenager. It was at the beginning of puberty, I was changing my shape a bit. I started touching the penis, stroking myself. I clearly remember the sweetness. I was really into the experience, very attentive, with my eyes open the whole time.
“After a while, I noticed that it felt nice, especially around the clitoris, although I didn’t know what it was. I touched him over the hood, as if I was petting a cat on the head… Now, on the contrary, I touch him more from below, lifting him up. Orgasm came very gradually. I vaguely remember thinking “wow, this is going somewhere, I don’t know where, but we’ll see”. I always have a visual