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   My lover Susan and I have been dating for about a year.  We met on a
blind date one summer evening and spent the night together, at Susan's
house, enjoying each other's bodies until we were both exhausted.  Susan is
quite a reserved sort of woman but she certainly spoke frankly on our
second date, when we went on a shopping trip.  During a brief pause at a
coffee bar she asked me how I felt about shaving off my pubic hair.  All of
it, every wisp and bristle.

   Having already slept with Susan I knew she kept her crotch smooth and
hairless.  Shaved cunts always look cute and sexy, especially if the
woman's labia are nicely shaped, and Susan's cunt is particularly
beautiful. But shaving my pubes is not something I had wanted to do before,
except trimming and waxing around the edges (the bikini line) like lots of
women do.  During my twenties I sometimes went as far as a kind of
"half-Brazilian", leaving just a square patch of bristles above my slit,
but the idea of a totally bald mound never really appealed.  I probably
would not have bothered to shave or wax very much if my pubic hair had not
been so dark.

   Anyway, Susan became quite insistent about it, so I agreed to shave
before our third date (when we planned to sleep together at her house). 
The task of shaving is neither difficult nor uncomfortable, but a suitably
sensitive razor is absolutely essential.  When the task was done I felt
quite pleased with the result and checked my reflection in the mirror at
home, running a finger over my hairless mound to test its smoothness.  My
skin felt lovely and soft, like silk, and I knew Susan would be incredibly
turned on when she saw it.

   Well, I was right about that!  She was so eager to see my new look that
she almost ripped my clothes off in the bedroom.  Soon I stood naked before
her, while she knelt at my feet to inspect my shaved cunt.  Then something
really weird happened - I became terribly embarrassed.  I'm not usually shy
about my body, having spent several years as an exotic dancer, but suddenly
I was overcome with coyness.  It was almost like the first time I ever
undressed for sex.  In fact, it was ten times worse.  I felt that I needed
to run off and hide, curling into a ball where nobody could see me.  I
turned my head away and put my hands over my face.  I knew I was blushing a
deep shade of dark red (my skin is olive-brown, so my blushes are never
pink).

   Fortunately, Susan is a perceptive and sensitive woman who always knows
what to say in awkward situations.  Within a few moments she and I were
giggling and cuddling on the bed, both of us making a joke about the whole
thing.  I still felt odd and a bit embarrassed, but the feeling soon
passed.

   That night we took our lovemaking to a new dimension.  Susan's passion
became so hot that I almost saw steam gushing out of her ears.  Her
reaction to my shaved vagina was manic, frenzied, kind of scary, and she
couldn't stop touching and kissing it.  Tribing felt totally awesome, just
as Susan had promised, our hairless cunts rubbing together like two
slippery mouths.  The subsequent orgasms were fantastic, incredible,
mind-blowing.

   Well, here I am, a year later, still shaving my pubes.  Not all the
time, though, and not as often as Susan would like.  To be honest, I just
can't be bothered doing it.  It's a bit of a drag and tends to be rather
messy.  I guess it's become a kind of special treat for Susan whenever I
turn up with no bristles, but she still keeps herself very smooth the whole
time and doesn't seem to mind the hassle of razors.  Being a strawberry
blonde she could probably grow a little mat of stubble and still look
fairly smooth, but she seems quite obsessed about removing even the
slightest hint of hair.  That's okay with me, because I enjoy stroking her
lovely bald vagina and hearing the little gasps she makes when my tongue
slides gently over it.



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   Shaving.  Copyright Â(C) Lucy Yasmin Ogur 2006.