My Vagina's Maiden Voyage

Tara ( pronounced tear-rah in stead of tah- rah) being the darling that she is invites me to try out for the Vagina Monologues. Now I've seen the play and I love it. I'm not sure if I am good enough to be on stage. I mean I am fat!!! But I can either take the chance and live for once, try something, get out of my comfort zone or I can be a total loser and add this to my list of should of, would of, could of. I cancel my volunteering event with Julie. I get in contact with the directors and they send me a script, an address and a time to be there. I am so fricken. nervous.

I get the part
Congratulations I get to play a “woman of color from the south”
this will be a stretch
piece of cake I think
and the moaning begins
I mean actual moaning

14 girls all moaning at the same time.
Im not sure wether I should look directly at them or look at my feet.
I used to be a moaner... used to be until I started having sex with Terick. I became fascinated/ frightened at the faces he would make and totally lose my train of thought. By time I got over this we had roommates and I have not really moaned since...

My first night I get handed the militant bisexual moan
I take a deep breath
close my eyes
find my inner militant bisexual and let her lose.
Although the moan does make the group laugh before they emulate. It shocks me. I mean it really shocks me.

I mean here I am in a room full of vibrant and beautiful women moaning. The right on moan, the clit moan, wasp moan, Irish catholic moan, college moan, and so on and so on until the cherry on soda pop the perfectly whipped icing on the cake...the surprise triple orgasm... all hail the surprise triple orgasm!!!!!

By time it was over
I was on the floor
leaning against the couch
breathing hard
sweating
perfectly happy and content
initiated
my world rocked
my moan released
my power found