I remember years ago when my husband took pictures of my cervix. These were beautiful images of a part of my body I would never have seen without the help of my husband. He explained about the OS or the opening at the tip of my cervix. I thought to myself, wow, my babies passed through that small hole? I had speculum exams in the past by my gynecologist and she explained what was going on but I never saw my cervix. I saw the used speculum but paid little attention to what it looked like. This was back in the days when all I saw was bland stainless steel covered with KY Jelly.
During my last pregnancy my gynecologist noticed a spot on the tip of my cervix. This was in September 1982. I can't recall what the name of the problem was but it would require a medication applied with a long Q-Tip. My husband was a practicing Orthopedic Surgeon back then. He was given the job of swabbing this spot once a day for a few weeks. He was given a few stainless steel specula and a large tube of KY Jelly. When at home I would lay on our bed and my husband would insert the speculum and apply the medication. No big deal! After a few days I began to feel somewhat different laying in front of my husband. I was thinking, I don't want to be his patient! I want to be his wife! This was getting quite intimate for me. For my husband it was just like cutting the lawn or playing with our other two kids. Help me and then forget me until the next day. Well the next day came!
Prior to my husband coming home I dressed up in some lingerie, stockings and matching high heels complete with an ankle bracelet. I put on some make up and worked in the kitchen until he got home. When he came home he was surprised! He asked, what the occasion was? I told him to come in the bed room and you will find out. I reminded him that he needed to put the medication on my cervix but there was something I wanted him to do first. I asked him how I looked and he said, Great! I said, okay, put that speculum in my vagina and then we will do something different! Once inserted I said, there is enough room at the top of that speculum to expose my clitoris. I want you to tongue and kiss my clit until I orgasm! He went along with everything! I told him how sexy I felt while he inserted the speculum and that I had enjoyed that since the first day. I asked him if he liked my lingerie and stockings dress up! He did!
Once he started kissing my clit I kicked off my shoes and put my feet on his shoulders. He was now mine and I was his pregnant goddess. I had a great orgasm and after that with the speculum still in me we kissed like we never kissed before. Bill had to swab my cervix because it was covered with white translucent female ejaculation. He applied the medication and removed the speculum. The bottom blade of the speculum was pooled with my girl ejaculation. I asked Bill if he would lick the speculum clean? He had already been my personal vampire since 1968 so he had no trouble following my request.
We did that same thing a number of times prior to our daughter being born. The speculum became a really passionate part of our sexual fun times and photographic sessions. When I was menstruating we took hundreds of photographs. Many of which I happily share here! I recall how my baby boy Bill made me feel like a Goddess! A speculum epiphany was and still is an experience of a sudden, long lasting and striking realization. The realization being that there is no part of my body that my husband does not adore.
All from the insight of a speculum and for the vagina and cervix for which it was born! Amen!