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Getting Rid Of the Bush

By: A. Colligan

There are many unexpected perils involved with being in a monogamous, loving, long-term relationship with a man who accepts you just as you are for over six years. For instance, once the relationship ends, and you encounter your new lover (the cute yoga teacher you've been eyeing for months) naked for the first time, he may look at you and say, gently: "Hey, I really dig your natural bush, but you know, most women are shaving these days."
They are?
"Just how much are they shaving?" I asked, feeling incredibly out of style.
With delicate strokes of his fingers he indicated about two-thirds of my tangled triangle: the "bikini line," naturally, but also about an additional inch on both sides, and then (this was the part I particularly enjoyed) the entire length of my lips as well.
"You're joking," I said, breathing heavily from both arousal and indignation. "Who have you been sleeping with? Porn stars? Exotic dancers?"
He protested that he had simply been sleeping with regular women like me whom he'd met at the health food store or, of course, yoga class. This information began to worry me.
If "regular women" were coiffing themselves like centerfolds, did that mean that I had to submit to erotic fashion pressure and do it too? I began to investigate the issue, and sure enough, the world of pubic hair styling had apparently left me in the dust. How had I not noticed? And how did other women get hip to the new trends in bush trimming? At the spa, in the locker room at the gym, at the nude beach on Maui, at various naked hippie hot tub and hot springs hangouts throughout Northern California, there are women sporting just about every imaginable variety of couture for the coochie.
I've seen the relatively conservative style suggested by my yoga teacher; the more drastic version known as the "racing stripe"; and an exotic variation I privately call the "spike," which consists of a tiny diamond of hair right above the cleft of the lips, that ascends up into a spikey tip about two inches long, eschewing the triangle entirely. I've also seen intriguing varieties involving hair length. There are women who favor a very close trim, almost a full shave; I call this the "post-Brazil." Then there are those who get creative with the styling, but leave a healthy tuft of hair fluffed out so that, I have been told, there's still "something to grab on to." Ouch!
Soon after my all-too-short-lived rebound affair with the yoga teacher, I ended up with a sexy graduate student whom I had lusted after for almost a year while my previous long-term relationship had been decomposing. When I finally got naked with this guy, I had duly shaved my bikini line and compromised on an additional half inch on both sides -- just to let him know that I was hip but moderate.
Much to my surprise, my new man was sporting not only a large nipple ring, but had completely shaved testicles and a bush that was more closely cropped than mine. Dismayed, I thought, "Oh damn. I'm really out of my depth here." And I didn't like the look of the shaved balls; they seemed too vulnerable, somehow. But he was beautiful, with a big smile and desiring eyes, and before I could interview him on his opinions about unisex bush coiffure, he lunged face-first between my legs with more gusto than anyone had in years.
Many hours later, idly small-talking in each other's arms, he said, "You know, you've got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen. Will you let me shave you sometime?"
What? "But I did shave," I said.
"No, I mean really shave you, so I can lick your pretty lips without any distraction. And it'll be so much more sensitive for you." More sensitive? "Um, my level of sensitivity is just fine, actually," I said. But he persisted, "Yeah, but it'll look really hot and will get me really hard."
Ah-ha. That's was what was really going on.
My questions poured out: "Is this a porn thing? Are you really into porn or something? Is that why you don't have any hair on your balls?" He laughed, and said, "Sure, I like porn, but it's just something that everybody's doing now. And it makes my balls more sensitive too." Which was clearly an invitation for me to investigate just how sensitive. So I lunged between his legs with comparable gusto to his own and have to admit hairless balls are much more pleasant to lick, but my fingers still missed the silky curls to play with.
I let him shave me the following weekend. We did it on the bed, on some towels, with a bowl of hot water and some shaving gel for sensitive skin. We put the heat on high and lowered the lights, and what with all the kissing and stroking that accompanied the ministrations of my new personal stylist, it turned out to be a much more sensuous experience than I could ever have imagined. Which almost compensated for the savage rash of razor burn that I woke up with the next morning.
It turns out that a fresh shave immediately followed by an hour of friction from vigorous sex is not a good combination. So I've learned over the years: When I occasionally want to give him a little present, I'll shave the way he likes me -- nude lips and moderate racing stripe -- the night before I plan to unveil the surprise, and apply some of that aftershave gel for the bikini line just to toughen up my denuded follicles in preparation for the romp ahead.
This seems to have worked, and just to please me, he only rarely shaves his balls anymore, since I'm an old-school natural bush enthusiast. I asked him once when I came back from the gym where I had seen a particularly accomplished personal coiffure on a beautiful young woman, "If you saw a woman with a really nice body naked, like at a hot springs, and saw that she had shaved lips, would you think that she was a sex worker or an exotic dancer?" "Nah," he said. "I'd just think she really loved it when her man gave her lots of good head."
Well. That explains everything, I guess. In a world that has been, as one author recently suggested, "pornificated" to the point of normalized saturation, we can all be porn stars in our own bedroom or at the nude beach. That is, if we're willing to get rid of the bush. And that's one slogan that works for me politically and erotically.

Incuriosito dall'argomento :-)) , mi sono documentato. Sul mercato esistono anche tinte dedicate! Ed un regola... barba (??) della Remington, appositamente studiato che disegna cuori, stelle, etc!

Non ho mai avuto il piacere di imbattermi in una simile particolarità. Che sia anch'io un po' "fuori dal giro"??!!

BR/zespri