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Ruf and I love the Wilkinson Sword Bikini Quattro which is apparently called the Schick Bikini Quattro in America.
It just makes trimming my pubes so much easier than using the scissors as is normally his wont.
Kneeling on the bed between my spread legs he tended me, the little battery-operated motorised razor trimming away the excess across my labia and down the sides. I gasped as he moved the device upwards, not quite denuding the mound but thinning it so as to be almost gone.
And then I remembered that it doesn’t matter any more. If I want to shave it off totally, there will be no questions asked. Because I am my own woman. Independent and so loved that a man will spend an hour trimming my most intimate parts.
Sadly, when the positions were reversed, I did not make such a good job of things, managing to nick part of his scrotum in the process.
But, trimmed and groomed, we returned to bed to make the most of our newly shaven parts orally. Coming up for air with a mouthful of bits of hair, we realised that there was a major fallacy to this particular method of enjoying each other… shower first!
Later, as he prepared to enter me once more, he looked down admiringly at my pubis.
‘This is my haven.’
And he couldn’t wait to get back inside.
Shaven or unshaven pussy? I get torn on which charms me most. I decided a few years ago they charm me equally. I was once with a beautiful woman who had alopecia — she did not have a hair anywhere on her body, including her pubes. It was as smooth as a child’s and, I must confess, intensely erotic as a consequence.