Sex is an art

There was a time in my life when I considered sex as "dirty". I was about 20 years old when I felt this stomach churning cringe after having intercourse. I felt as is it was somewhat demonic, I didn't understand why I felt so ashamed afterwards. I would scrub my pussy clean and cry in the shower, as if I was washing away my sins. However no amount of soap or prayer seemed to help me. This continued for years so I stopped having sex all together. I would push my partner away and come up with excuses as to why I couldn't fuck him. Dread feel upon me each passing day. I was depressed and giving up on intimacy. It was when I turned 29 years old that I discovered the art of sex. I was having a Skype affair with a man from England and was loving it. I felt alive again. I felt heat in my pussy, a throbbing and longing to get fucked. I sat in my closet and closed the door. I was skyping with moose, that's what I called him at the time. I started to touch my self down there. It was so wet and gentle to the touch. My breath grew quicker with each stroke. I was rubbing my pussy faster and faster, harder and there it was ........ My clit! I had no clue I had one. All I knew was that when I pressed and rubbed it my eyes would roll in the back of my head. It was heaven on earth. It was sublime! It was my work of art to preform on my body. I didn't feel ashamed or dirty. I felt reborn..... I felt the art flow out of me.