I am Native American woman from a small tribe nestled deep within the mountains. My mother taught me the ways of our people and instilled in me a sense of pride for my heritage. As an eighteen-year-old, I was part of a group of women who embraced our sexuality and celebrated it through dance and song. We were all beautiful, with medium breasts, muscular bodies, big asses, abs, big hips, perfect bodies, pubic hair, long hair, tan skin, serious expressions on our faces as we moaned and pouted with sexy lips. Our black hair was styled in bangs, straight or wavy depending on our preferences, and some of us even wore feathers in our hair. We were proud to be Native American women, and we showed it through our dance and our nudity.
One day, as we were dancing naked by the river, I noticed a man watching us from a distance. He was tall and lean, with silver-lined clouds in the sky behind him and thick lips that glowed in the sunlight. He approached us slowly, asking if he could join our dance. We welcomed him into our circle, allowing him to see us in all of our glory - our open legs, spread legs, knees up, viewed from a distance, full-body nudity, and explicit sexuality on display for the world to see. As we danced and sang together, I felt a connection with this man that I had never felt before. We were both exploring our own sensuality and sexuality in our own ways, and it was a beautiful moment of discovery for us both.
In the end, he left us, but the memory of his presence and our dance together stayed with me forever. It was a reminder that as Native American women, we are powerful beings who embrace our sensuality and sexuality in ways that others may never understand. And that is what makes us so beautiful.