Shaving Pussy

We lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling on a late summer day. We were discussing the activities of the afternoon and what the evening would look like. The gaps in the conversation got longer as questions were thoughtfully answered. Simone broke the silence as she shifted slightly on the bed.

“You should shave me before we go to dinner.”

Turning my head, I was met with a slight smile. Looking into her eyes she continued,

“Yes. Definitely. Be right back.”

Sitting up she rolled over me and bound to the bathroom with purpose. As the door shut, I was up on one arm contemplating her request. The muffled sound of the toilet, a quick shower and general sounds of organized activity ended with the door opening. She presented herself in a comfortable robe open for my convenience and moved towards me. Stopping at the bed, she reached over me with deliberation, grabbed a pillow, and turned back to lay on the floor in front of the bed. Moments later I heard her whisper,

“I’m ready.”

I moved from the bed to see her rested comfortably on the floor. My gaze followed the contours of her body, over her breasts and stomach until it came to the neatly trimmed hair that covered her pussy. I was about to say something when she said,

“You better get started.”

As our eyes met, she offered a contented sigh and then closed her eyes. My gaze moved back to her pussy, and as if she sensed it, her legs parted ever so slightly.

Shaving pussy is a delicate matter for obvious reasons, and after I had collected a razor, shaving cream and a small pair of scissors from the bathroom, I found myself kneeling on the floor planning my approach. Taking the scissors in hand and whispering don’t move, I leaned in carefully and started cutting the curly hairs. As they came free, I moved them away with my other hand. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, her beautiful bush became whiskers and simply a shadow of its former self. There would be times I’d have to adjust her legs and she offered no resistance. Other than my guidance, she did not move; her breathing did not change and she made no sound. When my trimming came to an end, I noticed the lips of her cunt had opened slightly and she was wet. 

Reaching for the shaving cream, I realized I needed some water. Returning from the bathroom with a glass of warm water, I kneeled once again, set the water down and gently spread her legs wide for further inspection. Taking the glass of water, I poured some into a cupped hand that I then let it drip onto her pussy. I intently watched the water run down through the crevasses until adsorbed by the robe and then turning slightly I picked up the shaving cream — the sound was shocking in the silence as it spilled into my hand. 

Her body shifted slightly as I applied the cream above her slit and spread it around. Wiping the excess cream on the robe before I reached for the razor; I removed the safety cover and dipped it in the glass of water. Moving in close and using my other hand to ensure the skin was kept taunt, I let the razor meet skin and pulled it towards me with short strokes. The initial scrapping sound fell silent with each stroke of the razor. It was a repetitive process of water, cream, shaving, and wiping — accented by the sound of the razor as I rattled it around in the glass to clean it. Each time shaving cream was wiped away, soft beautiful skin was exposed. 

Next, the delicate folds of her pussy. 

I guided her legs up and even wider with no resistance and I shifted myself closer. I took some shaving cream in hand and applied it on her vulva and spread it to any place the razor would touch skin. I pulled back to ensure I had spread the cream where it needed to be, and before I picked up the razor, I wiped a mixture of water, shaving cream and her juices on the robe. The curves of her vulva and the folds of her lips slipped through my fingers as I flattened the skin in an attempt to work the razor. With the concentration of a surgeon, the delicate sound of scrapping would give way to the silence of smooth skin as I worked my way from front to back. 

Grabbing the glass of milky water I headed to the bathroom and returned with a fresh glass of warm water and a towel — as expected, she had not moved. Kneeing as before, I poured fresh water into a cupped hand and gently cleaned away the remaining shaving cream using the towel to soak up the excess water. Taking the razor once more, I removed any remaining hair. Rinsing her pussy one last time, all that remained was smooth skin. I stared at the beauty of her pussy for a long moment and then shifted over to lay beside her. Looking at her, I kissed her on the cheek and said, 

“I’m done.” 

 She turned her head, opened her eyes, and gave me a big smile,

“Thank you.”

We looked at each other for a long moment and I kissed her deeply. She rolled into me, and we kissed until the floor got hard.

“Ok. Let me see.”

I stood and offered a helping hand to get her to her feet. With a hug I motioned her to the floor mirror and followed close behind. As she stood there looking at herself and the hairless slit between her legs, she contorted her face ever so slightly.

“I don’t like it. It’s meant to have hair.”

Then with a big smile she declared she wasn’t going wear underwear tonight and moved to the bathroom giggling. I watched as she shut the door.

 W

Montreal

My girlfriend and I got away for a weekend in Montreal before the pandemic kicked in.  We stayed at a nice boutique hotel in Old Montreal and enjoyed some great meals and shopping.  We also had a crazy unexpected adventure one evening that started in the bar at our hotel.  Let me tell you what happened.

On the way out to dinner we noticed how warm and comfortable the hotel bar looked and both commented that maybe we should come back there after dinner for a drink.

It was a cold Montreal evening and fortunately the restaurant was only half a block from the hotel because we really weren’t prepared or dressed for an extended walk.  I had on only a sports jacket and my girlfriend wore a little dress with (brrr!) bare legs.

We enjoyed a great meal and some fine wine and then returned to the hotel bar.

It was busier now than it had been earlier as bars tend to get.

None the less, it was warm and inviting on a cold night with big comfortable couches and chairs and a number of roaring fireplaces.

I excused myself to use the restroom while my girlfriend ordered us a drink from the bar.

When I returned, I found her talking to four athletic looking men whom she introduced to me as being hockey players with whom she had overlapped numerous times at a training centre where she had done her own training for women’s hockey.

You see my girlfriend is an athlete, having competed at very high levels of sport.  She is also beautiful and extremely fit. 

Anyway, it was obvious that none of this was lost on the four men who were engaging her in rambunctious and flirtatious conversation. 

We decided to go sit in a more private adjoining library room with its own big fireplace separate and away from the crowd at the bar, she and I on one couch, two of the others on an opposing couch, and the other two sitting in individual wing backed chairs.

As she sat down and her dress slid up her muscled legs, I could see that it had drawn the attention of all  four of the men who had joined us.

We sat and we drank and we laughed and the warmth of the fire was splendid.  Every time my girlfriend moved around on the couch her dress would slip up a bit and she was constantly having to adjust it.

This prompted one of the others to say, “you don’t have to push that down on my account.  I’m enjoying the view”.  She laughed and very well knew that she was the focus of attention and I could tell she was enjoying herself.

I don’t know if it was the drinks I had consumed, the warmth of the fire or the obvious sexual tension in the air but I found myself putting my hand on my girlfriend’s thigh and pushing her dress up slightly higher.

The eyes of the men sitting across from us were laser locked on her as I did this.  I saw that she was also watching them watch her.

I pushed her dress up higher and higher eventually revealing her pink panties.

It was as if the world stood still.  Maybe it was the fire but my face felt flushed. These men were locked on the sight of her now exposed panties and she was watching them watch her.

Finally, I used a finger to pull her panties to one side and revealed her nicely trimmed pussy that was red and moist to my touch.

I started to rub her clitoris as she moaned and sunk further down into her seat spreading her legs slightly wider.

I saw at least one of the men lick his lips while another started gently touching his cock through his pants.

They stared.  She stared back.  I kept on tracing little circles on her now engorged clit.

Finally, she exploded in an intense orgasm as she ground her horny pussy against my hand.  Apparently being watched and watching had really turned her on.

I slid her panties back over her pussy and she straightened out her dress and said to no one in particular, “as I were saying” ……… which caused everyone in our little group to burst out laughing.

This was the beginning of a very exciting night of twists and turns and new experiences– the rest of which I will have to save for another day.  Watch for Part II of our Montreal adventure coming soon.  It’s a doozy. 

-          M.T

Colouring outside the lines

Simone liked to watch me cum. She particularly liked me to fuck her until I couldn’t hold it any longer, straddle her, and cum all over her. She would watch with anticipation as I jerked off and cooed with satisfaction as I squeezed out all I had to offer. Once, as I slid my weight onto her, kissing her mouth, her neck, and her breasts, she asked me why don’t I lick up my cum. My guttural response of revulsion was simply met with a pragmatic observation that it comes from my body and what’s the big deal. She was generous not to point out my regular encouragement for her to taste her own pussy after she cums. I would have grudgingly agreed to a “tit for tat” if she had forced the issue.

I’ve never tasted my own cum and I can’t even say why.

My sexual armature has me identifying as a heterosexual male, and obviously something in how I identify with my sexuality makes me figuratively allergic to cum. This attraction to women, particularly women like Simone, has defined my sexuality from the moment I discovered masturbation. This same architecture also has me attracted to the idea of colouring outside the lines of gender definition and what men and women do when the candlelight burns low, and the wax is still hot.

One of the best books I have ever read, and I won’t even limit it in the erotica genre, is called the Leather Daddy and the Femme. The orientation of the Leather Daddy is self-explanatory, but the femme is a young woman who also dresses as a young man — their exploits, among other things, have her in her femme persona, fucking him up the ass with her favourite strap-on. Is this kink far beyond the imagination of any vanilla or simply imaginative play between a boy and a girl?

 Beautiful pictures can be created colouring within the lines but there is something else that can be found outside the lines, using red instead of blue, dismissing everything you have ever been told, and saying yes instead of no. Figuratively speaking, I now have my crayons out with absolutely no intention to colour within the lines. I look forward to the journey.

W

An Erotic Massage For Her!

The day had finally arrived.  My wife and I were getting away for a night to celebrate her birthday.  Our young son was safely in the care of my sister and we were looking forward to an overnight stay at a local luxury hotel and taking advantage of all the amenities.

This night out was to be particularly exciting because as part of the birthday celebration, I had arranged for an “erotic massage” for my wife.

Let me back up a bit here and explain that the idea of another male energy in a sensual setting was a fantasy that it turned out we had both flirted with individually and eventually as a couple.  For her it was about how overwhelming the energy of two appreciative males could be.  For me it had to do with my appreciation of her sexuality, and how turned on the idea of her unbridled lust made me.

She is a beautiful athletic woman with perfect breasts, a flat stomach, and a gorgeous pussy and ass.  The idea of another man appreciating that and acting on it but particularly her response to that as she lost inhibition and succumbed to her lust excited me.

I had found a local masseur online and communicated with him.  I relayed the information I had from him to her and we discussed various issues that might pop up, how she saw things unfolding, etc.  We then had a telephone conversation with our masseur who I’ll call Mark.  We all discussed logistics, where we would meet and when, and what we wanted the experience to be like.  Mark was a pleasant guy who made us both feel comfortable and answered our questions and we his.  

The date was set for a Saturday evening and my wife and I arrived at the hotel that afternoon.  We worked out in their fully equipped gym and enjoyed a steam bath and shower.  Back at our room, before we headed downstairs for dinner I couldn’t help but to lick and fuck her pussy a little, just enough to make her cum a few times but didn’t allow myself to cum as I was saving myself for that evening.

We had a delicious dinner and then retired to the top floor bar for a drink as we awaited the appointed hour for her “massage”.  At this point I think we were both feeling a little excited and nervous about what was to come.  A shot of tequila helped.

We made our way back to our room ahead of the time for our appointment.  My wife was wearing a short dress that fully displayed her sexy athletic body.

There was a knock at the door and there was Mark, massage table in tow.  He was a good looking and athletic looking guy and very pleasant.  After some introductions and conversation, he set up his massage table and excused himself to wash his hands while my wife was to get undressed and on to the massage table.  I placed a little towel over her naked ass and propped myself up on the bed nearby.

Mark rejoined us and immediately removed his shirt as had been requested by my wife in our planning phone call.  He was muscled as his other occupation was that of personal trainer.  Shortly after beginning the massage, he also removed his pants leaving only his underwear, the pant removal also part of my wife’s previous request.

Imagine the view of my beautiful naked wife being massaged by this semi naked man against the backdrop of a picture window looking out over the harbor, some mellow music playing in the background. 

The massage was typical at first, his finding areas of tightness and using traditional techniques to try to relax her.  There was a pleasant three- way conversation about a variety of topics but the one I remember most was he and my vocalizing our appreciation of her very beautiful athletic body.  He clearly liked what he was seeing and touching.

I had mimicked Mark in removing my own shirt as I lay on the bed watching but maintained my pants for the time being.

After a lengthy traditional massage suddenly, the tone changed.  Mark started wisping his lips from her upper back down and over her ass.  This gave me pause.  It seemed a romantic movement and I wasn’t sure that I liked it.  However, after about the third or fourth wisp he settled down at her ass and starting licking her asshole.  Suddenly my mood changed completely from slightly bothered to totally turned on.

I moved from my position on the bed to a chair with a better view.  At some point I also removed my pants retaining my underwear.

I now sat behind Mark who was busy between my wife’s legs as she lay on her stomach.  His attention had turned from her asshole to her pussy.  After a few minutes I heard the rhythm of her breathing change and I knew from experience that she was about to cum – which she did.  And then she came again.

Mark suggested that she roll over on her back which she did.  He then had full and easy access to her pussy and went down on her again.

At this time I moved places to another chair where I could watch and removed my underwear.

I watched my wife cum several more times before I couldn’t take it anymore and presented my cock to her mouth which she eagerly starting sucking.

Mark was fingering her pussy and licking her clit and she was sucking on my cock.

Each time I could see that she was working toward another orgasm I pulled my cock away and let her cum.

At one point she grabbed on to Mark’s forearms and pulled his tongue firmly on her cunt so she could cum harder.  This display of lust by her nearly made my cum.

This went on and on – she probably had nine orgasms before she used her hand to push his head away from her overly sensitive cunt. I asked her if she was done, and she confirmed that she was.

Mark commented that she “was a lot of fun”. 

He packed up his stuff, wished us a good evening and left.  I immediately fucked her sensitive pussy to several more orgasms and we fell asleep exhausted.

During the course of the night I woke her up to lick and fuck her pussy again and again– as I also did the next morning. You’ve heard of sperm competition as a driving force as to why some men are turned on by a situation like she and I had just experienced. Well this was definitely that.

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Recounting that evening has been the subject of tremendous ongoing electricity in our relationship.

In fact, we were in the process of arranging a second “massage” when Covid hit.  We had discussed between ourselves and with Mark a repeat of that evening with a couple of additions to which all were amenable.

The first addition was that Mark should be totally naked from the beginning of the massage and that if his hard cock rubbed up and bumped into her body while she was being massaged, so much the better.  The second change that she wanted was that at the end of the massage and pussy licking that we move over to the bed and that I fuck her from behind while Mark stood in front of her and watched while stroking his cock.  Open to her was the option of taking his cock herself and stroking on it or sucking on it.  Darn that Covid for delaying any further plans.  None the less, we are still dining out on the first experience which is now almost two years old.

-  John J.