I’ve been on the fence over going completely bare for years. On the one hand, it seems like a very considerate, GGG thing to do, and likely more hygienic. I could just never get past the prepubescent look of it. So, I opted for less dramatic landscaping.
Curiosity, of course, finally got the best of me earlier this week. I just had to know what this was all about. Armed with scissors, razor, and waxing kit, I went to town.
As soon as I was finished, I noticed the sensation of air on my skin. It made me feel incredibly exposed, vulnerable. I had to admit, that was more than just a little hot. I hopped in the shower, and as I was rinsing off, I noticed delightful surprise #2…the sensation of the water trickling over my newly bare skin. More subtle than the cool air, but with its own arousing rhythm. Oh, my!
I’m beginning to wonder why I waited so long to try this out!
I dried off, dressed, and went about my day. But, it was impossible for me to ignore all the new sensations I was experiencing; fabric brushing against me, even slightly, drew my awareness. So now, on top of the mid-40s libido overdrive, my attention is constantly being drawn to my state of arousal, to the point that I’ve gone from consistently wet to chronically aching.
If someone were to ask me, ‘on a scale of 1 to 10, how horny do you feel?’, my answer would be 72.
Then it dawned on me: women haven’t been shaving for their lovers’ benefit. They’ve been doing it for themselves!
Brave SHAVED New World!