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Dave P. writes:
Here's a story that's supposed to be true. I can't remember where I read it, but I remember the source being good and not some sort of scandalsheet. You may have heard of the English writer and art critic JohnRuskin. He was the arbiter of artistic taste during the Victorian Era in England.He had been raised in a very sheltered household and was of a very sensativenature. Before he married his only contact with the female form was through paintings and sculpture. Of course, the convention of the time was to portray women with no pubic hair. Mr. Ruskin married and on his wedding night saw his bride naked.Instead of the smooth mons he expected, he was greeted by the sight of ahealthy thatch pubic hair. Mr. Ruskin was shocked and repulsed by the sight ofhis wife's hirsute condition and resulted in a trauma so severe that he was unable to be near her for at least a week. I guess the moral of the story is that not only is shavingaesthetically pleasing; it can also be psychologically healthy.
Anon writes:
while thumbing thru some old issues of WOMEN'S HEALTH Magazine while waiting in a doctor's office, I found an interesting article. The following is an excerpt from an article written by Catherine Seabolt,MD.ObGyn of Dresser Women's Center, Trenton,N.J. "for the last few years, I have been asked by patients of mine my opinion on the shaving of pubic hair. Although I have not done a study on the subject, I have given the matter considerable thought and I feel I must address the subject. My colleagues and I mostly agree on the shaving of the hair prior to childbirth or female surgery and we conclude that the risk of infection is significantly reduced with the shaving of the hair surrounding the area of the surgery. It is my opinion that since the vagina is an opening into a woman's body, as with other openings, bacteria can be admitted into the body through this opening. The vagina also provides a hospitable environment for all kinds of bacteria including those in sexually transmitted diseases and yeast infections. A woman's pubic hair can also harbor bacteria which in turn can multiply and enter through the vaginal opening. Shaving the pubic hair can reduce the risk of certain infections and the benefits of shaving far outweigh any benefit one can receive by not shaving. Cleanliness is essential and anti-baterial soap such as Dial or Safeguard are recommended in reducing the bacterial count in the pubic hair if one prefers to keep it as is. Drawbacks to shaving are the need to do it on a daily basis in order to avoid vaginal itch. An astringent such as Seabreeze can reduce the irritation sometimes associated with shaving. Of course there are alternatives to removing pubic hair and it is advised to use whatever method of removal is comfortable to that individual. As for my recommendations at to whether one should shave or not, it's a matter of personal choice. However, from a medical standpoint, it's only reasonable that any reduction in the spread of bacteria, shaving should be considered along with regular personal feminine hygiene."
The End!!!
Amber, A few days ago I remembered a story I heard a long time ago about John Willie, the publisher of the old Bizarre magazine and the creatorof Sweet Gwendolyn. During the time that Mr. Willie was publishing the magazine the U.S. Post Office was looking for an excuse to prosecute him for sendingobscene material through the mail. One of the criteria for obscenity in thosedays was the presence of pubic hair in a photograph. One day the postal inspector summoned Mr. Willie to his office and told him that charges were going to be foiled against him. Mr. Willie, who by most accounts, was a gentle and a gentlemanly man, and who was somewhat bewildered by the post office's hostility towardhim, asked way. The postal inspector opened up a copy of Bizarre to a photograph of a woman wearing a very sheer negligee. The woman happened to be Mr.Willie's wife. The man pointed to the crotch area of the photo (which was a bitshady) and said, " Pubic hair is clearly visible in this picture." Mr. Willie looked at the photo for a few seconds and then said, " That's strange. I'm positive I shaved her that morning." To which the postal inspector could reply nothing. It's not a real knee slapper, but I'm sure that there's a moral in there for all of us.
Dick G. Wrote:
PART 1
of a LONG series
Let me begin by saying that this is a true story, one that I will never forget. I'll let it be known right off the top that I love the hairless feminine form; to me there is nothing more beautiful. This is my obsession, my passion and I have always wanted to marry someone who would remove nature's figleaf from the mound that has become the center of the woman. The hair surrounding it has always been a distraction from the real beauty that is found underneath. Early last June of this year, my wife Bonnie and I moved into a new neighborhood, much nicer than the one across Jacksonville we moved from. The house is a two story white Cape Cod style house, with three dormers on the front with dark green shutters and windows on each end of the house which in reality makes the house three stories and I have my office there. I am self-employed as an architect and I design branch banks and two and three story office buildings as well as single story strip malls. This office is where I spend my creative energies designing these buildings and business has been quite good to me the last few years. We had only been in the house for a couple of weeks when our new neighbors came over to introduce themselves, Herald and Judy Spicer. They invited us to a cookout on the patio in their backyard. They had a huge "L" shaped ranch style house in yellow brick with exposed exterior beams and a red tile roof with a large kidney-shaped pool in the backyard. There were only a couple of palm trees between our two houses which really offered no privacy or shade to either of us. We gladly accepted the invitation. Mr. Spicer was a stunning auburn-haired former beauty pagent winner with steel grey eyes that were set off by her dark tan; she obviously spent a lot of time lying in the sun. She wore a blue denim mini skirt that was four inches above her knees. Her legs were firm and smooth, from a lot of exercise and maintenance, down to the silver painted toenails that peeked out from the white open-toed sandals she wore. Her breasts were quite large and showed off to their best advantage by the tight fitting white blouse she wore. Mrs. Spicer was a hell of a good looking woman. Later that evening, Bonnie and I were drinking daquaris with the spicers on their patio while Mr. Spicer flipped some burgers on the grill. Bonnie and Judy were chatting, and I didn't hear to much of what Herald Spicer was saying because I was absorbed in the awesome spectacle that was his wife. Bonnie caught me staring at her and gave me a grimmaced look disapproving of the way I was undressing Mrs. Spicer with my eyes. Finally, Bonnie got between us and kept punching me throughout the evening reminding me that we were still married. Every time Judy would cross and uncross her legs, I could see a glimpse of bare flesh at the junction of her thighs. I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties and I could have sworn that she was shaved. I was almost certain of it because at one point the last rays of the fast sinking sun caught that area, illuminating it well enough that I could see her slit. Mrs. Spicer caught me looking and she just barely smiled as she looked me in the eye and then turned away to talk to my wife. I know my face must have been red. The next morning, I was having my morning coffee in my office. The sun was shining brightly and I walked to the window at the end of the attic to open the blinds. As I parted the curtains, I noticed that I could see my new neighbor's backyard in its entirety. Just as I started to adjust the slats of the blinds, Mrs. Spicer came out of her house through a sliding glass door just a few feet from her swimming pool. I sipped my coffee and then all of the sudden I almost strangled on my coffee. Mrs. was wearing a bright yellow two piece bathing suit and as soon as she kicked off her sandals, she removed her top and sat down on a table by a chaise lounge, and proceded to pull down the bottoms and stood up as they slipped down her firm thighs, wiggling free of them, and then stepping out of them before kicking them aside. She reclined on the chaise lounge, lowering the back, lying back with her arms over her head allowing her breast to find their comfort zone and then stretching out to her legs to reveal the evenly tanned smooth delta between her legs. Bonanza! I reached into my lower desk drawer to retrieve my EOS 35mm camera. I didn't have any binoculars, but the camera has a pretty good zoom lens so I zoomed in as far as it would go, giving me a better view of her magnificent form and the plump hairless mound with its crease down the center. I mashed the shutter button halfway to focus the lens but I mashed it too hard and click, the shutter fired accidentally. The camera drive whirred and I felt the rewind lever and their was tension on it which indicated that there was film in it. I took another picture, and then another. The full figured woman turned over, parting her thighs a bit affording me a pretty good view of her spit fig. Wow! She got up and moved around a bit and then slid into the pool where she swam back and forth a couple of times. She tread water for a few minutes and then got out of the pool. She dried herself off and went around arranging the accessories around the pool. She picked up her bathing suit and sandals and went into her house. It was a good thing, because I'd shot the last exposure of film. My camera is idiot proof so I must have gotten some pretty good shots. Now my only problem was where could I get the film developed? I think I'm really going to like it in this neighborhood.
PART 2
I laid awake all night thinking of the goddess that lives next door to me. I pondered the problem of where and how can I get these pictures developed without them being circulated all over Jacksonville? Surely this woman is recognizable, afterall she is a former beauty queen, rich, a head-turner if I ever saw one. I couldn't risk it; I'd just be opening myself up to a lawsuit. I remember how to develope film from my days on the high school newspaper, but that was black and white and this is Kodacolor Gold 200. The next morning I looked out my office window while I sipped my coffee. There she was in a bright green two-piece with bright orange and turquois designs that resembled seaweed. She was hosing down the patio. It was going on ten and I made up my mind to go to a photo store and see what the possibility was in developing the film myself. At the store I talked to one of the associates, they call themselves, and asked him about developing color film. He assured me that it was just as easy as developing black and white but I had to pay particular attention to the temperature. He sold me the tank and reels, and the necessary chemicals, and film clips to be used to hang the film up to dry. I also bought more film. I noticed a large telephoto lens in one of the display cases and I asked the price and if I could get it for an EOS. It was almost a thousand dollars and yes he could get it for an EOS. He also showed me a film scanner that he said would give me the best results for scanning my photos onto a disc. That was another $500.00. I told him maybe I'll come back for those. When I got home, I went to my office window that overlooked my neighbor's backyard and saw that she wasn't there. This was a good time to develope the film. I loaded the film onto one of the ez-load reels in my attic batchroom. It had no window, a sink and a commode was all that was there, but putting a towel across the crack between the door and the floor gave me a totally darkened room. The chemicals I bought were easy to mix because they were already liquid. I raised their temperature to 100 f. degrees and poured the chemicals in the tank and developed the film. The salesman was right; it was as easy as doing black and white. I washed the film and hung it up to dry. I have a flatbed scanner, a good one and read the instructions on how to scan the negatives in strips of six and using the program that came with the scanner to reverse the negatives. As the film was drying I prepared everything. I held the dry negatives up to the light and I could tell that the images were nice and sharp. I could see the white crease distinctly in its negative form between the neighbor's thighs. I was getting aroused just from looking at the negatives. That evening, I scanned the negatives; first in batches of six and later singly onto a rewritable disc.I was more than pleased, elated would be a better word when I reversed the negatives and made them into positives as I loaded them onto the disc. Isn't technology wonderful? This way, since my wife is computer illiterate and I won't leave tell tale prints lying around, she won't know what I've been up to. I felt I was extremely cleaver. The next morning, I went to my office window that overlooked my neighbor's backyard, and there she was, Mrs. Judy Spicer lying naked in all her glory on the chaise lounge by the pool. I quickly loaded my camera and I shot a few more shots, but I really wasn't satisfied because I had the same views that I shot a couple of days before. I needed to get in closer. Later that afternoon, I returned to that photo store and plopped down my platinum Mastercard and bought both the telephoto lens and the film scanner; fifteen hundred bucks worth. Man! My wife is going to shoot me. My wife Bonnie is a very practical woman; born and raised in mid-Ohio in Amish farm country. Even though she is not Amish, she is old fashioned and is very conservative when comes to sex. I've asked her time and time again to shave, but she simply refuses, saying that she would be denying her womanness if she did. Over the years, I have asked,begged, pleaded, but to no avail. I even tried subliminal messaging with a tape recorder under our bed while we were asleep. I suppose that's why this has become such a obsession with me. My wife has a beautiful fair-skinned body with nice ski-sloped breasts and a delicate little pussy covered with fine black hair. We are still trying to have children but so far no success. She is attractive even though my friends remarked that she looks like Betty Crocker. I love my wife and I rationalize by what I'm doing as two dimensional adultry because all I wanted to do was look but not touch. I had no intentions of having sex with Judy Spicer; not that she'd even consider me in the first place so I need not worry about that. For now, I was just eager to get home so I could try out my new lens.
PART 3
Almost a couple of weeks ago I told you about the woman who lives next door to me and likes to sunbathe in the nude. I live in a 2 story Cape Cod house with dormers on the front and windows on each end of the house which would normally be an attic but in my case its my home office and how it overlooks my neighbor's backyard and swimming pool affording a great view. I told you how great she looks, dynamite body and she is completely shaved. I took some pictures of her and developed them myself and scanned them onto a cd. Well, I went out last week and bought a 500mm lens for my EOS which really gives me some tight shots. Without my wife knowing it, I developed the film and scanned the pix onto a cd. Some really good shots all without the woman knowing it; or so I thought. After dinner the other night, our phone rang and it was the woman next door. She asked me to come over that her bathtub drain was stopped up and she wanted me to help her unstop it. I went over. While I was using a punger on the tub, a sunken marble faced enclosure, she was chatting about how her husband was out of town and he wasn't ever around when she needed him. I thought something might be up but I listened anyway and pretended to be sympathetic. Then out of the blue she popped the question, "by the way, did you get some good pictures?" I froze and I could feel the blood rushing to my face. "What pictures?" She smiled as she looked me straight in the eye, "you know, the ones you were shooting out the upstairs window last Saturday morning? You don't think I didn't know that you were up there spying down on me did you?" I realized that I had been had. I confessed and apologized. She said that no apology was necessary since "she allowed" me to take the pictures, even to the point of posing for me. Looking back, I remember thinking that she must realize how easy it would be for me to spy on her, and now I think that beneath those dark glasses she was wearing, she was peering right back at me. "Don't worry, I won't tell your wife." I breathed a sigh of relief. As I successfully unstopped the drain, I turned and looked to tell her that I was finished when : : she stepped from behind the glass block partition and revealled her completely nude form. "How about a closer view?" Wham! It hit me like a ton of bricks. I was so surprised that I slipped and fell backwards into still draining tub of sudsy water. She laughed while extending her hand to help me out of the tub. My eyes were drawn to the smooth junction of her thighs. I was a mixed bag of emotion, embarrassed, surprised, aroused, and bewildered as my heated brain was in overdrive. She grabbed a large towel and began drying me off. I don't know what I said for it must have been stupid because I never felt so awkward in my life. I didn't know what to say but I said I'd better be going. I quickly left, the woman pleading for me not to go. I have not been the same since. I can't believe this happened. It's like a dream. My wife knows that something is wrong because I've been very quiet the last few days. Since I work at home, every morning I look out my office window, and there she is, Mrs. Neighbor lying there nude on the chaise lounge by the pool.
Here's just a short story. I am a full-time student so I work weekends at a posh and upscale restaurant in Scottsdale AZ. as a PARKING VALET. So I help people out of their cars and limos and drive them off to our parking garage. ANYWAYS. I see tons of rich and beautiful women that wear the best sexy clothes money can buy. One of my favorite female customers came in today. She's about 40 years old and I believe to be an ex-model. She married some rich older dude. She is drop dead beautiful, has a tight body, wears top designer clothes and classy jewelry. Before I started this job I never really paid attention to such accessories. But now because of her, I do. Every time I help her out of her car, a 97 Porsche 911 turbo, She ALWAYS flashes me. Sometimes it's a look down her blouse (she rarely wears a bra)...or up her little mini skirt. She always gives me a sexy smile as she notices me looking at her. I don't see this stuff on purpose, it's totally on accident. At least on MY PART. I feel she gets a little thrill turning on a guy half her age.
Today she came in wearing a loose green silk blouse. spiked green high heal shoes, a dark green business mini skirt and a SEXY AS HELL gold waistchain, with charms, hanging loosely on her hips. I must have stared more than normal this time because she totally caught me. I must have stared at that waistchain for about 5 seconds. When I looked up to her face to hand her the ticket she had this great big smile. She said " Do you like my new belly chain....I just bought it today?" My mind went blank and all I could say was "uhhhhhh...yeah!" With (and I swear) a sultry, sexy voice she said "I'm glad you like it. I'll have to wear it for you more often" and squeezed my hand as she took the ticket out of it. Then she walked past me into the restaurant entrance. I watched her the whole way in. My eyes where glued to her sexy waist and body. As the front door closed behind her....she turned around to look at me watching her. Just then my buddy Frank popped on the back of the head, snapping me back to my job saying "GET BACK TO WORK!". Just thought you would like this story form a newly converted Waistchain fan.
I am a big fan of your page and even a bigger fan of waistchains. I thought I would share a story that happened to me just a few days ago. I go to college and I live in a little college town. Down town there is this funky little jewelry store that targets the younger crowd. The sign outside said they replaced watch batteries...and since my watch JUST went dead that morning, I decided to get one put in at the previously mentioned shop. As I crossed the street, I noticed a very pretty woman standing just outside the doorway to the shop on a cordless phone. She was about 22, 5'6" very trim, tan, dark long hair wearing a white tanktop, black high heels and a short brown cotton mini-skirt. She was also wearing some beautiful jewelry. An anklet, 2 toe rings, thumb rings, 5 or 6 bracelets and a large amulet necklace. She looked stunning! I smiled as I walked past her into the store. Noticing no one inside I turned around, and there she was right behind me just hanging up the phone. Her beauty and sudden proximity made me flush with nervousness. "hi" she said. "um ..uh...I need to get uh a new um battery in my clock...uhhh I mean watch" I stumbled. "sure no problem" she said with a smile. I handed her the watch and she said. " be right back..." She walked back to the back of the shop and then behind a large bench. I could only see the top of her head and her legs as I walked up to the glass display case. After a few minutes she stepped out from behind the bench and towards me. As she handed me my watch from behind the counter she said "that will be $5.90....anything else?" " uh yeah...do you sell waistchains?" I said. "Sure do....right over here" as she started walking over to a large square display case. I followed noticing her tan athletic legs. I was trying to remember if I had ever been in a class with her at school. "what size?" she said as we reached the display. She unlocked it. "uh...well I think my girlfriend in about your size" OK...I made that up. I don't have a girlfriend at the time, but I had to come up with something. "what about this one?" She pulled out a nice thin chain link with charms hanging down every few inches. She held it up to her waist. WOW...she looked great! But trying not to stare, I turned my attention back to the case. "well I need one that won't break very easily" "break, how would it break?" she said with looking at me with her big brown eyes. With a sheepish grin I said "well...you know." "Oh...I see" She had this sexy smile as she uttered "well this one is very strong....it shouldn't break" OK..this is where it gets good. She pulls out a silver thick rope one, undoes the clasp, and puts it around her waist. OH MY GAWD! She looks up at me soon as she is done arranging it over her skirt. Shocked I say "yeah" nodding my head staring at her sexy waist. THEN (get this) she pulls down her skirt exposing her waist allowing the chain to sit on her bare skin. I didn�t breathe, that moment was burned into my mind. She looks up smiling "how does that look....pretty good huh?" I just witnessed the sexiest event of my whole life. "Uh ......yeah...looks um...great" At that moment she was the sexist woman alive in my world. A few moments passed ...staring...just blown away....and then I heard a noise behind me. I turned my head around...it was a female customer entering the door. I turned my head back around to my waistchain goddess. She was hurriedly taking the chain off and placed it in inside the case as the other woman started to walk closer. I said "thank you for your help but I'm gonna ask my girlfriend what she wants" "You are very welcome" she said with a smile " I like this one..." She reached into the display case pulling out a silver beaded waistchain. I started to walk over to the register because I didn't know what to do next. She followed. I paid my bill. When she was handing me the change I noticed the beaded chain on the counter next to her. I said thank you and "is that one for you?" She smiled "yes, it's very pretty." All of a sudden I had this vision. Her standing there nude with all of her jewelry on, including her new waistchain. I felt a little embarrassed as I snapped back to reality and she was looking right into my eyes. I said thank you and walked out of the store. Never again the same.
PART 5
of an on-going series
I don't smoke cigarettes, but I do occasionally smoke a cigar. Last evening was such an occasion. I stepped out onto my patio and lit up. All was quiet in the neighborhood except for a lone dog barking in the distance. My wife had gone to bed and I stood there looking at my neighbor's house as I took a puff or two as the day's events rolled over in my mind. The back porch light was on which illuminated the gate to her back yard. A light was on by the patio next to the swimming pool, and I could see that the sliding glass door to her bedroom was open because I could see the curtain moving in the breeze. I comtemplated the scenario as curiosity more than temptation stimulated my senses. I placed the cigar down on my glass patio table and I took a few steps closer to my neighbor's backyard. I looked around to see if anyone was watching me. It was graveyard quiet and I stepped out of the light into the darkness. It was only fifty or so feet from my patio steps to my neighbor's gate. I went in. Slowly, I made my way to her patio by the pool. I could hear music coming from her bedroom. Kenny G. I could see light coming from the bedroom. I eased my way very cautiously to the edge of the opening of the sliding glass door. I could see in the room. There were large plate glass mirrors on every wall and mirrors on the ceiling. This was a room made for having sex. The bed was empty but I heard a click and I could see Mrs. Neighbor coming out of the bathroom in a reflection of one of the mirrors, wearing a sheer white teddy with sheer white panties. Her face was expressionless. She reclined on the bed and picked up the tv remote and clicked it a few times.She must have tuned to the Playboy Channel because there was sexy dialogue coming from the tv. I changed my position so I could get a better view. Did she know that I was here? She was watching the tv as I could hear heavy breathing as if a couple were having sex. Mrs. Neighbor started touching herself between those firm tanned thighs. She raised up and removed the panties. I could see the magic furrow from a reflection from the mirror on the ceiling as her fingers found their mark and she began rubbing up and down. I found myself getting hard and I touched myself. I wondered how she removed her hair; she certainly was smooth, not a trace of stubble. Maybe she just shaved, or maybe she used a dipilatory. I was dying to find out. She closed her eyes and a moan eased from her lips as she continued to masturbate. I found myself masterbating through the fabric of my trousers. Her tempo increased as did mine when I released my erect penis from the confines of my trousers. Her moans got louder and her rubbing got faster. I could see her face in the reflection of the mirror on the ceiling and I could hear the wet squishing sounds of flesh rubbing against flesh as she was reaching her climax. And I too felt the release as I felt waves of pleasure moving through my body. I stood there for several seconds as the waves washed over me and for a moment I forgot where I was. Then, I heard her speak. "That was good for me, how about you?"
PART 6
I'm such a fraud. I pretend to be this upright law-abiding citizen; one who takes an active role in the community and even goes to church on Sundays, and yet I find myself doing things I detest others doing. Add that to the fact that I'm such a coward. I ran away from my neighbor's bedroom door when she all but handed me an engraved invitation to go in and be with her. What a fool am I. It's Sunday morning and my wife and I are getting ready to go to church. I can't help but go upstairs to my office. I go to the window and look down on Mrs. Neighbor's back yard. There she is, naked of course, sweeping around the pool. She stoops over and picks up the garden hose, that beautiful firm tanned buttocks gleaming at me. I feel flushed and there is a heaviness weighing down on me. My wife calls out, are you ready dear? Just about. Well, hurry, its twenty til. I sigh. Here I am getting ready to go to church and I feel like a hypocrite. What good is it going to do me to go to church? All I'm going to do is sit in the pew and think about last night, of her, and not hear a word from the minister. As my wife and I drive down the street, my wife asks, Are you all right? Yes, I'm allright. Well, you've been very quiet the last several days and you haven't been eating half of that I put on your plate. I know, I haven't much of an appetite lately. And you haven't kissed me, or touched me for that matter. I'm sorry dear; I've had a lot on my mind. Is it the job you're working on? I don't think so; I think it's just things in general. What things? Just things. Well, if you don't want to talk about it, I can't be any help to you. Yes you can, I said, just be there when I need you. Later that afternoon, I laid back on my recliner and had a beer. It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. I ventured out on my patio. I could hear music coming from my neighbor's back yard. I walked over to the edge of the hedge in front of the chain linked fence that separated our backyards. I push aside a some of the thick branches very carefully. There was Mrs. Neighbor, laying on her back, naked on the familiar chaise lounge. Her house shaded where she was and she appeared to be taking a nap. She had one arm behind her head and her breasts were going up and down, breathing heavily as if asleep. She drew one leg up into a figure four position and place the other arm under her head. She was a vision of the "sleeping beauty." I was totally absorbed in the sight before me when my wife called out. Honey! It was enough to awaken Mrs. Neighbor. I released the branches and I walked to the house. What were you doing? she asked. I was seeing if I needed to get the Weedeater out and go around the hedge. Oh! We're invited over to the Harrison's tonight. Would you like to go? No! You don't mind if I go over do you? No, just tell them I didn't feel well. O.K.
PART 7
As I begin writing today's entry, I wonder if I should change the title from Thy Neighbor's Wife to Diary of a Man Going Mad. I think that the little self-control I had to start with has all but disappeared. I find myself acting in an unrational way; as if I'm under some alien influence. My wife has driven out of the driveway heading over to the house of some old friends. I'm home alone with Mrs. Neighbor lying on the all too familiar chaise lounge by the swimming pool. I picked up the stogie that I left on the patio table the night before and lit it as I picked up the cordless phone and made sure that it was turned on. I leaned back in my rocking chair and propped my feet on the table, thinking of the tempest that lay only fifty feet away. All I could see in my mind's eye was the image of an incredibly smooth and tanned woman's body. Another golden opportunity awaited; what was I going to do with it? Squander it as I had done before, or make the most of it? I could hear music coming from her radio on the patio even though it was turned down low. I walked over to the hedge that separated us and I tried to peek through without her hearing me. As I had just begun to find a good place in the hedge to look, my phone rang. Drats! I walked back to my house and picked up the phone. Hello. Instead of you trying to peek through the hedge, why don't you come over? I don't think that would be wise Mrs. Neighbor. Oh poo! Your wife has just left; it's just you and me. We'll talk. Just talk? Yes. Give me a minute. I went into the house and I poured me a double scotch. I downed it in two quick swallows. I proceded to her gate and unlatched it. Slowly I turned the corner of her house where she was, looking around to see if anyone else was watching. Ahead of me was the striking red head sitting up on the chaise lounge sipping a cocktail through a straw. Naked, of course, she had one leg bent in a figure four pose that blocked the view of her smooth delta. Can I get you a drink? Is that a pitcher of Margaritas I see there? It sure is; can I pour you one? I nodded yes. She stood up beside the table and poured me glass, walked over and handed it to me, turned and sat down again. That thirty seconds was bewitching as I got a beautiful close up view of her magnificent body as she made a complete turn. Do you like my legs? she asked as she rubbed one with her hand. Yes, you have very nice legs. I have them waxed once a month; it makes them nice and smooth. Oh really? Yes, I have Renard to come by and he takes care of them. Oh, is he a lover? Oh no, Renard is gay. He's co-owner of Peaches salon with his friend Fredrick. Fredrick does my pedicures. I could see that Fredrick was an expert. I'm probably their best customer; they even make house calls for me. Oh? Who takes care of uh...? Oh this, my pussy. Cassie takes care of that, she said as her steel gray eyes looked down to the junction of her magnificent thighs. Who's Cassie? Oh, Cassie is my electrologist. She also comes by once a month and takes care of the strays that pop up during the month. She took care of my underarms and I haven't had to shave in over five years. Oh? Did you decide to do this or did someone else talk you into doing it? Herald wanted me to have it done. Your husband? Yes. Why isn't he here? Oh Herald stays on the road all the time. He's bored with me. Bored with you? I find that hard to believe. No, its true. He's shacking up with some 22 year-old waitress he met at a pancake house. You know this and you let him get away with it? Its ok. We both play by the same rules. He does what he wants to do and I do whatever I want to do. It's really a very good arrangement. They call it an open marriage. We're married out of convenience, not committment. No children? I can't have any. Don't you ever feel lonely? Yes, why do you think I keep bothering you? But I'm married. Oh poo! You may be married but you have a wandering eye. Oh yeah? Yes, you're a man aren't you? All real men succumb to a woman's charms, she said as she touched her nipples then the crease between her legs. I noticed how you couldn't keep your eyes off of me the first time we met. She was caressing her thighs with her fingers and my eyes involuntarily glanced down to them. Wouldn't you like to feel how soft my legs are? I bet you've never seen a woman's pussy as pretty as mine. Are you sure you don't want to touch it, or maybe have a little taste? I didn't say a word because she already had the answer and my utmost attention. I was getting aroused. She continued to tease me. There's not a hair on my body anywhere. She spread her thighs a little to give me a better view of her womanhood. Don't you think I have a body of a nineteen year-old? Yes, Mrs. Neighbor, you have a beautiful body. Yes, its all the tennis I play and the swimming and the aerobics that gave this body to me. She was torturing me by running her fingers up and down the smooth mons that pertruded when she arched her back and thrust her pelvis forward. It really is smooth, wouldn't you like to touch it? I took a deep breath and exhaled. Please don't do that Mrs. Neighbor. She made eye contact with me; those steel grey eyes framed with mascara and eyeliner peering into my very soul. If the devil was a beautiful woman, it was she. Does your wife shave? No, not there, I sighed. Well, I was a little reluctant at first but when Herald said that he was going to divorce me if I didn't have it done, I decided that if I was going to maintain the lifestyle in which I've become accustomed that I'd better do it. Now that I've had it done, I love it. It makes me feel so feminine. Come on, give me your hand.I'm afraid Mrs. Neighbor that if I do, I won't be able to stop. That's the whole point, I don't want you to stop. My brain was overheating and I think it must have short circuited. I don't know how to explain this Mrs. Neighbor, but I can't be unfaithful to my wife. I can't believe I just said that. She looked at me in disbelief. I know my wife probably looks like Betty Crocker but she's more than just a sexual partner, she's my soul mate. What in the hell is wrong with me? What did I just say? My rejection of Mrs. Neighbor caused her to tear up, and she rubbed the area between her brows as if she had a headache. Fighting back the tears, she said in voice that was beginning to crack, your wife is a very fortunate woman to have someone as strong as you. I really envy her. I got up not knowing what else to say to her. She grabbed a tissue from a box on the table beside the chaise lounge and covered her mouth with it as she jumped up, bursting into tears and ran in to her house. I stood there for a moment not believing what I had just done and what I had allowed to get away from me. I just knew that I was going to hate myself in the morning.
PART 8
I laid awake most of the night thinking about the events that transpired with Mrs. Neighbor and I felt that this pretty much wrapped evwerything up. The nights are getting cooler and in another month everyone will be in their fall clothes. I find it a little depressing knowing that I probably won't be seeing Mrs. Neighbor that much anymore, and I know I'm going to miss watching her from my attic office window.This morning I was in my office and I found myself going to the window and looking down into her backyard. The only time I saw her all day was when she wheeled out the garbage container to the street, and from what little I could see, she looked like hell. Her hair was mussed and she wore no make up at all appearing like she was having a hangover. I couldn't work on my projects because my mind was occupied with her. All I could think about was her. Wow! I was right I do hate myself this morning. I look at my wife; still attractive at thirty-five even though she does have the face that belongs on a cake mix box. I think about all the times I tried to get my wife to shave her pubic hair and never once did she ever try to compromise or anything. That's what I get for finding my wife in mid-Ohio Amish country. She's a fine woman, but very narrow in her thinking. I can rest assured that my wife will never try to seduce another man like Mrs. Neighbor. I suppose that's the reason I find it difficult to be unfaithful to her. I loaded the cd of Mrs. Neighbor into my computer and clicked through the sixty or seventy shots and was grateful I had them to remember her. But those pictures can't touch the real up close and personal Mrs. Neighbor and the mental images that I'm left with are far better than the photographs. I couldn't help but wonder how she would be in bed. Did she give great head? What does her pussy taste like? Is she into anal? I sigh realizing I'll probably never know. Nothing noteworthy happened today and you probably won't here from me until there's something to report. Until then, cheers!
PART 9
Out of habit I suppose, I go to my attic office window and look out over my neighbor's backyard about every hour, hoping to catch a glimspe of that body beautiful, the dark reddish-brown hair, cascading over her shoulders as she lays in the familiar chaise lounge by the swimming pool. I had not seen Mrs. Neighbor in over a week, Monday a week ago I think, when I spurned her advances and squandered yet another opportunity to score. It is quiet in my neighborhood during the day, everyone's at work and I heard a vehicle pull up in my neighbor's driveway. Looking down, I could see a tan SUV . A few minutes later, I heard talking. I went to the window and looked down and lo, it was Mrs. Neighbor talking to someone, a blonde woman, rather Scandinavian looking with long pale blonde hair that hung below her waist.About the same as she, early forties. I heard Mrs. Neighbor say, oh lets do it outside on the deck, it's a beautiful day. I heard the other woman reply,ok! Mrs. Neighbor was wearing a bright yellow two piece bathing suit and she reached around her back and undid the straps. She immediately laid down on the chaise lounge, and the other woman pulled up a straight back web chair and moved closer to her. Mrs. Neighbor reached down and removed the bottom half of her bathing suit and dropped it at her side. She immediately lowered the back of the chaise lounge and reclined almost flat on her back and stretched her arms out above her head. This looks interesting I thought and I reached down to the bottom drawer of my desk and retrieved my EOS with the long telephoto lens. I felt like I was being given a show remembering how Mrs. Neighbor had spotted me before taking pictures through the curtains in my attic window. The other woman took what appeared to be a magnifying glass out of a black case she was carrying and she held it over Mrs. Neighbor's armpit. This must be Cassie, Mrs. Neighbor's electrologist she told me about in one of our conversations. I had opened my window earlier and I could hear them talking plainly. Oh that's beautiful, I heard the other woman say, now lets take a look at the other one. She leaned over Mrs. Neighbor and peered at her other armpit through the magnifying glass. Yes, this one appears to be clear; are you still using the lotion I gave you? Mrs. Neighbor answered, Oh I haven't used that stuff in months. That's good, said the other woman, now let me take a look down here. She inspected Mrs. Neighbor mons, holding the magnifying glass about six inches above it moving it around slowly. There's about a dozen little sprouts, not nearly as long as last time, she said. I'll take care of those and you should be good to go for another six months. Oh! Mrs. Neighbor sounded a little disappointed. I enjoyed our little sessions. The other woman laughed as she reached into her case and brought out an object, and started doing something to it. Mrs. Neighbor broke the silence, how's your treatments progressing? The other woman stood up; would you like to see? Yes, show me. The other woman had on a black skirt with white walking shoes, she kicked off her shoes and undid the skirt, letting it fall to the ground, stepping free of it. She undid the plain white blouse and removed it. She was both braless and pantieless. Mrs. Neighbor sat up; oh yes, that's nice as she reached out and touch the other woman's mons with her fingertips. I saw Mrs. Neighbor look into the direction of my window and I backed away. I just knew she knew I was watching. I fired off a couple of shots and I knew she could hear the camera drive clicking away. The other woman was just as hairless as Mrs. Neighbor as my telephoto lens revealed. She once again sat down beside Mrs. Neighbor and began plucking the stray hairs that had popped up on my neighbor's mons even though they were just the slightest down. The other woman began telling how her business was growing; that she had joined a nudist resort and was getting a lot of business from the members. She said that she was considering opening a salon just for removing hair at the resort. All of the sudden, I was hit with a big surprise. Mrs. Neighbor was caressing the other woman's shoulder and back as she leaned over plucking Mrs. Neighbor's few remaining hairs. The blonde woman did nothing to stop Mrs. Neighbor's overtures, and her hand dropped down to the hips and buttocks of the other woman, and nothing was said or done to rebuke her advances. Mrs. Neighbor sat straight up on the chaise lounge as the other woman raised her head and their eyes met. Nothing was said; they just looked at each other for about thirty seconds. Mrs. Neighbor leaned forward as did the other woman until their lips met. They kissed and kissed as little pecks turned passionate. Soon the other woman was on top of Mrs. Neighbor and they were caressing each other. After about two minutes of this, the blonde woman parted Mrs. Neighbor athletically formed thighs and moved her head between them. I fired more shots with my camera as Mrs. Neighbor started moaning and writhing on the chaise lounge. I was getting so turned on my hands began to tremble so much that I had to put the camera down because I couldn't hold it steady. I had seen scenes like this in porno videos but they were not like this; this was real. I unzipped my pants and freed my rigid penis from it's confinement and I began masterbating as the scene below was really heating up. Mrs. Neighbor had switched positions with the blonde woman and she was really chowing down on the other woman's pussy as she furiously frigged herself. I came, I came, I came in a long, long, orgasm that washed over me like a Pacific breaker; I forgot where I was as I was totally absorbed in the heat of the moment. An all too familar voice broke the spell, honey, what are you doing?
PART 10
The shock of hearing my wife's voice caused my penis to deflate instantly. Fortunately, I had my back turned to her when she entered the room. I'm just tucking in my shirt tail hon, I said as I undid my belt and pushed my shirt down into my pants without turning around. She walked over to the window where was and she noticed my camera laying on the chair. What were you doing with the camera? she asked as she looked out the window. Oh, I saw a strange looking bird a little while ago and I thought I'd get a picture of it. She stepped closer to the window and looked down. I held my breath. Wow! You can really see down into our neighbor's backyard. Yeah, they really ought to plant some trees, I said in stifled breath looking down, seeing that the two women had apparently gotten up and gone inside. Man, that was close! My wife turned and looked at me, but I couldn't look her in the eye. She asked, Well, did you take any pictures of the bird. No, it flew away before I could get my camera positioned and I was going to leave it in the chair in case it returned. Oh. Well, let me know if you get a picture of it, she said as she turned and left the room. I will do that, I said. What I really was going to do was get an electric eye and install it so that it would beep to let me know when she was coming up the stairs. I developed the roll of film in the bathroom, hung the film up to dry in a two suiter garmet bag in my closet. Last night, I scanned the images onto a cd rom and reviewed the thirty plus images I had fired off during the previous encounter. I had some pretty good closeups considering that these were natural and not posed. If I were into blackmail, I could really burn someone with these pictures, but I'm not. Later, as I just finished scanning the negatives, I heard people talking coming from my neighbor's back yard. I turned off the light and went to the window. All the outside lights in my neighbor's backyard were turned on. I stepped to the window and I could see that Mr. Neighbor had returned home, and had brought a young lady with him. Mrs. Neighbor was with them and all three of them were standing there chatting, but trying to hold their voices down so that I couldn't hear what they were saying. I saw Mr. Neighbor unbutton his shirt and then stepped out of his pants, remove his underwear and jumped into the swimming pool. The two women just stood there watching Mr. Neighbor swim back and forth across the pool, and called out, man this water is like velvet. Why don't you join me? Mrs. Neighbor started removing her blouse and stepped from her sandals and the younger blonde woman did the same. In less than a minute, the two women were in the pool too. Herald, you didn't tell me she wasn't shaved. Well dear, I was hoping we could take care of that. Mrs. Neighbor replied, you mean you want me to shave her? Well dear, I thought we could have a threesome. Are you up for it? Mrs. Neighbor laughed, and here I thought you'd forgotten all about me.
PART 12
Bonnie was very upset with me for putting the house up for sale, and rightfully so. It was a our dream house. I was torn apart by everything that has happened with our neighbor's next door. I didn't know what else to do. The Spicers had shown me what they are made of; sexual gluttons who feast on anyone they chose, not caring for whom they hurt. I couldn't make up my mind who was the more devious, the she-devil in the blue denim mini-skirt or the seedy military hardware salesman husband of hers. Now I know the secret why this house has had so many owners and how I got such a good buy on it. I remembered the threat that Herald Spicer made as I turned and left his house, that I would regret this. I wondered, was this a real threat or was it just a comment that later I would wish I had taken him up on his offer? Afterall, it was a dream scenario; two beautiful completely hairless women lying on a bed for me to have fun with while the perverted husband watched. I was really having a hard time with this and Bonnie knew something was dreadfully wrong because I jumped on her verbally really over nothing. She threatened to go home to her mother's. I felt I needed to make a complete confession to her but couldn't muster the courage to do it. I went out into the front yard to get the newspapers; they'd been piling up. As I stooped over to pick one up, Herald and Judy Spicer came out their front door and walked over to their gold Mercedes, Hereld opening the door for Judy, both looking right at me. "How's it going there, boy scout?" Herald blurted out sarcastically, laughing as he stepped into the car. I didn't notice Bonnie standing at the front door as they drove out of their driveway. "What did he mean by that, Richard?" she asked. "Nothing!" I snapped back. "What's wrong with you?" she retaliated. "Our new neighbors aren't our kind of people dear. They've got some real problems," I said as I walked back to the house. Bonnie held the screen door open for me as I entered our house. Bonnie was naturally curious. "What kind of problems?" she queried. "They're into swinging. They like to have sex with other people and our new neighbors tried to get me to join in with their antics and I turned them down, so they're sore at me." Bonnie exclaimed,"I knew it, I knew it. I felt something strange about those people but I couldn't put my finger on it. You've been acting real strange the last three weeks. Why didn't you come to me so we could talk about it?" I opened up and I told Bonnie everything. About the nude pictures I took of Mrs. Spicer, and the incident in the bathroom, the bedroom, beside the pool, the whole nine yards. Bonnie just sat on the sofa and stared at the floor, not saying a word. After I made a complete confession, I knelt beside her and took her hand. "Honey, I couldn't have sex with her, and there was no way I could be unfaithful to you. I just want you to know that I faced a very huge temptation but my love for you overcame it. Bonnie burst into tears and she put her arms around my neck. "I love you too, Richard. I feel like I'm partly responsible for causing you to stray. What is it that I could do that would bring us closer together?" "Shave!" I answered plainly. "I want you to get rid of that hair so I can kiss that beautiful pussy of yours without getting hairs stuck in my teeth," I mused with a silly grin on my face. "Well, I suppose I could try going without the hair awhile if it'll make you happy." "Oh, it'll make me more than happy. Let's go to the bedroom. I want to do the shaving myself." We got up and she led me by the hand to the bedroom. Hell, it was the middle of the afternoon and the sun was shining brightly outside; who cares? The End.
Dave P. writes:
Here's another shaving story that came to mind the other day. Idon't know what triggered the memory. Unfortunately I can't give you a reference source for the story. I vaguely remember it as being from a radio interview some years backwith a man who had written a book about Playboy magazine or Hugh Hefner. As you may know, from it's founding until about 1969/1970, Playboywas the criterion of what a classy men's magazine to be. It set the toneand trends for those magazines that aspired to be sold over the counter (as opposed to under the counter). It was the policy of Playboy to avoid the depiction of pubic hairin it's photographs of nude women. ( This also probably had something to dowith the Postal regulations at the time.) Through artful posing, airbrushing anda touch of the razor, all Playboy model were pubically hairless. Then Penthouse came onto the scene and wasted no time aboutbreaking the pubic hair taboo. It was done under the guise of breaking new ground by portraying the "natural woman," although, strangely enough, the modelsshaved both their legs and underarms. Somebody took a copy of Penthouse to Mr. Hefner to let him see whatthe new competition was up to. Mr. Hefner took one look at the centerfold sporting a healthy pelt over her mons and said, " That's the ugliestthing I've ever seen." Of course, it didn't take long for Playboy to abandon the smoothlook and thus impoverish the world of glamor photography for many years. On a different topic, a good source for waistchain photographs are Playboy and Penthouse from about 1973 to 1976.
Zorch(from shavers forum) writes: My wife is an avid Bay Watch fan and an even more of a fan of Pamela Anderson Lee. she even watches the old Bay Watch reruns. Also, she likes Pamela Anderson Lee so much that she is styling her hair and makeup like her's. I have been trying to get my wife to shave since before we were married and the best she would do was just trim a little off the sides so that the ends wouldn't stick out of her bathing suit. I even begged her to do it, but no, it wasn't "natural". I said neither is shaving your underarms and legs but you do that. She said yeah, but only the whores shave there. Well, you can't reason with anyone like that. Well, I had heard of the Pamela and Tommy Lee Video, but I had never seen it until this past weekend. I discovered that Pamela Lee had indeed shaved her pussy and I jumped up and down with glee because I had to show my wife. Last night while my wife and I were getting ready to go to bed I told my wife that I wish she would shave off her pubic hair. Of course she said no but then I brought up that Pamela Anderson Lee shaves, and she naturally said, "I don't believe you". And I came back with, Oh yes she does! And I can prove it. If there is anyone in the world that could influence my wife to do anything then it would be Ms. Lee. "You are just fooling with me." I asked her if she wanted me to show her the proof, and she said yes. I have one of those little tvs with the vcr built in by the bed and I presented her a copy of the video I rented from an adult video store. I already had the place on the tape cued up so she didn't have to wait for me to find it. I started the tape as she sat down on the bed to watch. Sure enough, there was Pamela laying on the boat and there are shaved pussy popped up as bigger than life of the screen. I hit the pause button, "now, do you believe me?" She couldn't believe her eyes and wanted me to back up the tape some more and play thru it again. Well, we talked about it some more and finally she said she'd try it. We went into the bathroom and I had her sit on the counter by the sink. I trimmed her with my batter powered beard trimmer and then lathered her up with Colgate Shave Cream for sensitive skin. I put a new blade in my Mach III razor and I gave her one great shave. I use a non-alcohol greaseless formula after shave lotion and I put some of that on my wife. I stepped back and I admired my work as my wife rubbed her fingertips over the just shaved area and remarked how smooth her skin felt. I didn't realize how pretty my wife's pussy is and I owe a debt of gratitude to Pamela Anderson Lee who made it all possible. I wonder just how may guys out there used this same technique to get their wives to shave. I'd bet a bunch.
DICK GOZA writes:
SVETANA PART IV
SVETANA entered the Ultrafemme Studio where a number of shady looking men wearing sunglasses indoors were gathered just inside the studio. Marc Dorcel was busy photographing two models dressed in army camo cutoffs brandishing phony machine guns, with breasts barely concealed and enough of the legs cutaway that clearly revealed that the two girls weren't wearing any underwear. Apparently shooting a box cover for an upcoming video or perhaps some publicity pictures, the two girls were soon on the floor as one was between the legs of the other. "Keep it moving! Keep it moving!" Dorcel directed the models. "That's right. Show me some more skin!" The two girls were soon naked, writhing on the floor kissing and fondling one another. Svetana watched as she inconspicuously stood in a corner witnessing the shoot. "Okay! Hold it! Let me reload," he barked out. As he turned to the table behind him he glanced up to see Svetana. "Oh! Hello! You're the Russian girl?" "Yes!" Svetana answered curtly. "Gentlemen, this is Svetana. She came wandering in here yesterday looking for work. What do you think? Do you think you might find some work for her?" The men looked at each other and nodded in approval. " Take your dress off and show these men what you look like." Without hesitating, Svetana removed the black dress, she wore no underwear so she stood naked before the men. She could see the lusty looks of the men as she sensed that they were observing her shaved womanhood with the pronounced dimple, but remained unmoved or unintimidated by the request by showing a blank expression of indifference. Marc continued,"These men are from the Private Group, Svetana. They can take a girl like you and make you a star in the porn business." Svetana's eyes narrowed and she sharply replied, "I'm not interested in making porno films. I want to be a real actress." There was laughter among those present but Svetana wasn't amused and she quickly put her dress back on. One of the men, perhaps the oldest, bald and casually dressed with a lot of gold jewelry displayed on his person, approached and touched her shoulder. "You can make a lot of money dear, and go to a lot of nice places and meet a lot of rich people. Who knows, you might find Mr. Right, but the business can be really rewarding and specially good if you happen to like sex. And if you don't know a whole lot about sex, we have a lot of good looking young men willing to teach you." Svetana looked around the room. There were seven men and the two women models just sitting on the floor looking at her. Marc had finished reloading his camera and was ready to resume shooting. "Why don't you get down there with them, Svetana?" Marc suggested. Svetana looked at the two nude girls on the floor. They were shaved bare just as she was. It was true, all the models at Ultrafemme were shaved, a bonfide policy that had to be followed or you didn't work there. The girls gestured to Svetana and reluctantly she removed her dress once again, letting it fall at her feet, stepping from it kneeling down to join in the feminine threesome. The two waiting girls put their arms around her as she joined them. The men all made comments approving of the event taking place. Marc resumed shooting. "That's it! Beautiful! Keep it going!" Someone had put on some music, very pagan sounding and it got louder and louder as the tempo became more upbeat and the action on the floor got steamier. One of the men took a mini-cam, one of the new digital ones and began shooting video of the scene as Marc got right down on top of the women as they writhed on the floor, snapping the camera shutter as the strobes sounded their familiar "Voom!" Svetana lurched as she felt fingers groping her vagina, and then a finger was inserted. Another finger. She was getting turned on as she looked up into the lusty faces of the men she was entertaining, and her woman juices began to flow and was getting wetter and wetter. She was losing control, and another finger was inserted, withdrawn and this time reinserted into her anus. Both girls were all over Svetana and all she could do was lay there as the two had their way with her. She closed her eyes, and just lay there waiting to see where all the manipulations would take her. Waves of pleasure washed over her as inserted fingers and clitoral stimulations welled up inside her, seemingly causing her to implode in orgasmic climax. The bald man turned to the other man with the mini-cam and asked,"did you get that?" "Yep! Every bit of it."
Magma34 writes:
NEW SHAVER
I recently persuaded my wife to start shaving her pubic hair. So far, I have gotten her to shave the labia, though she will only trim her bush. I'm hoping to get her to go "all the way", but for now I'm enjoying the progress that we have made, and am pleased that she is maintaining it shaved without prompting by me. Perhaps it has something to do with the incredible amount of attention I pay to her when I know she has recently shaved. We almost had a setback recently, though. Having decided that we wanted no more children than we already had, we decided after discussing the options to have an IUD inserted into my wife's uterus. She made an appointment, and had me come along for moral support since the procedure can be a little uncomfortable for some women. It dawned on me the night before our appointment that the Doctor and nurse would have a rather good view of my wife's shorn pussy lips. I decided not to say anything about it to my wife since she had not brought it up to me. I did not want to give her any reason to think she should stop shaving, and we both wanted that IUD in so we could resume our spontaneous sex life. The Doctor had given her a relaxant since he knows she has a low pain tolerance, and she took it in the car on the way to the appointment. By the time she was on the table and "in the stirrups", she was definitely in lala land. I was quite interested to see the expressions on the faces of the Doctor and Nurse. When they started the procedure, the Doctor was positioned right between her legs, and went about his business methodically with no expression of surprise. Either he's seem lots of shaved pussies, and its no big deal to him, or he sees so many naked women that he doesn't even notice something like this. The nurse, on the other hand, definitely noticed. Her eyes got big, and she moved to get a better view. At one point she looked up at me and saw that I was watching her, and she smiled weakly, not knowing what else to do. The Doctor left after the procedure was over. My wife was groggy, and was getting dressed but very slowly. I waited outside the room, which was near the nurses break area. As it was morning, the area was empty. Just as I got there, so did our nurse. I decided to have a little fun with her, and asked her if that was the first IUD procedure she had been involved in. She said no and asked why I thought so, and I said that she was looking between my wife's legs with greater than the usual medical dispassion. She immediately blushed, and I knew I had her. She stammered a bit, and I then said "Of course, it might also have been her shaved labia that caught your attention". Now she turned red as a tomato, but after a moment said that yes, that was what she had been surprised by. She had never seen that before, she said, and asked me why we did it. I told her that we did it because it feels great during sex, it looks really sexy, and my wife likes the extra attention I show her as a result. I could see her processing this new information. She closed the door, sat down with me at the table, and said "I've been trying to get my husband to pay me more attention when we have sex. As a man, what would you recommend I do?" She was an average looking woman, not a beauty but attractive enough that she should be able to capture the desire of the average dumb male. Without hesitation, I told her that she should shave off all of her pubic hair, get a gold waistchain, and walk into their TV room just as half-time arrives for Monday Night Football wearing some sexy lingerie. After a suitable striptease, display your shaved snatch within a foot or so of his face. If he doesn't dive in and give you the best cunnilingus you've ever had, then there's no hope for him sexually. She was a bit startled by my comments, but thanked me and left. A few months later, I accompanied my wife back to the Doctor because she was having car trouble that day. As fate would have it, we had the same nurse that day. After our session with the Doctor was over, she pulled me aside and told me that she had followed my advice, and her husband had responded admirably. She was shaving twice a week, her husband had lost the 20 extra pounds that he had been carrying, and she was continually amazed at the extent to which he was unable to keep his hands (and his tongue) off of her. She thanked me for my suggestion, and walked down the hall with a very pleased look on her face. Isn't it great to know how positive an effect the removal of pubic hair can have on two people's lives?
by CHIP MALONEY
The term "pudenacre" is an obscure term to most, but not to the legions of people who are turned on by hairless genitalia. Pudenacre is extracted from the words "pudendum" (the medical term for the pubic area), and the Greek word "akros," which is defined as "topmost or edge." For most pudenacres, ritualistically removing the hair surrounding the genitals through shaving, waxing, electrolysis or more recently, laser depilation, is strictly for sexual enjoyment, but has, throughout history, been done for both religious and cultural purposes. Various ancient and modern religions from the Mediterranean, Middle East and Orient prescribed that their practitioners and high-ranking holy men remove all body hair below the neck, and many tribes and cultures throughout the world still embrace the custom of removing hair around the sexual organs as a necessary step in every ritual or celebratory event from marriage, birth and passage to adulthood, to sickness and death. The reasons for doing this are as varied as the cultures and depilation methods themselves (everything from shaving with sharpened bones and seashells to roughly pulling it out en masse), but the one common thread, or philosophy behind these rituals is that of total exposure. Being nude before god, one�s peers and superiors to do with as they please is certainly placing oneself in a greatly vulnerable position to say the least, but there is still that final proverbial "fig leaf" of furry protection around the sex organs. The removal of that last barrier around all important life-giving glands, according to many beliefs (especially in cultures where nudity is commonplace) is the only way in which a person can achieve a true level of openness, exposure, and vulnerability. In Western culture, having hairless sex organs is and has always been primarily done for kink appeal rather than religious or cultural reasons and was likely begun by practitioners of S&M who believe, as other foreign and religious cultures do, that a true state of vulnerability can only be achieved with the removal of the hair around a person�s most private of parts. This is not to say that all people who shave their naughty bits are S&M lovers, nor are they pedophilic freaks in a state of arrested development like Michael Jackson. Most people who sport shaved snappers and cocks simply enjoy the extremely sensual sensation of their hairless sex organs rubbing against their clothes or other people�s hairless sex organs. They also enjoy the clean, youthful look (especially if their pubes are gray), and the hygienic benefits. Well tended clean-shaven nether-regions remain odor free longer than hairy ones as bacteria tends to cling to hair. On the visual level, men�s penises appear slightly larger without hair around them (an old porn stud trick), while for women, a hair-free vagina has dramatically increased aesthetic appeal. Exploring the subtleties and intricacies of a woman�s fleshy love folds with both your eyes and tongue after she has shaved it bare is an indescribably enjoyable experience that every man should have at least once! Sensually speaking, bald pussies and cocks are hard to beat. Unless you have tried it, you cannot know how much more erotic sensation is afforded during sex without a thick mat of hair covering the bits and pieces. And the best part is, according to aficionados of the razor, the skin down there doesn�t get less sensitive the longer it�s kept unencumbered with fur like the skin on men�s faces and women�s legs does. Most people who try shaving below the equator just once, never go back to having shrubbery covering their pleasure gardens ever again. Even those who are turned-off by the sight of completely bare genitals will keep the most erogenous and sensitive areas of their sex organs follicle free, opting instead for a little strip, "V" or other fun shape of hair at the very top of the organ.
Statistically, it is impossible to know how many people occasionally, regularly or permanently remove their pubic hair as most will never admit to it out of fear of negative reaction and judgment (kinkiness still has its stigma), but the recent explosive growth rate of the laser hair removal industry, staggering sales of the Gillette Mach 3 razor (favored by genital shavers and porn stars), and the overwhelming number of chemical and natural depilatories currently hawked on television and available at pharmacies would indicate that this number is very high. Likewise, the hundreds of internet chat rooms focusing on pubic shaving are full to capacity 24 hours a day, and other pornographic media specializing in hairless privates also do very well. Nonetheless, there are still many, many people who never buy or look at smut, nor will they openly discuss their prurient interests, so gathering stats and demographics on pudenacres has never been formally undertaken. Sex industry workers like strippers, prostitutes and porn stars have always sported bare or closely trimmed pubic areas as a means of easy clean-up, aesthetics and for added kink appeal and never paid any mind to the stigma of being weird, kinky or the judgment of others. However, until recently, the very idea or practice of a non sex trade worker having bald bits was usually harshly received and deemed perverted by most, so it was seldom openly discussed. Today though, the trend of going hairless has been adopted by lingerie and bikini supermodels and many female Hollywood celebrities who are subject to wearing tight-fitting, sexy and revealing outfits in their films and television shows. And like many other formerly taboo subjects, lifestyles and ideas, the more commonplace something becomes, the more promoted and socially acceptable it becomes. Radio shockjock Howard Stern has done more than his share of work promoting the virtues and appeal of bare naughty bits by asking almost every female guest on his show for the past two decades if they have shaved pussies. Surprisingly and thankfully, many high-profile celebs and actors are more than willing to discuss their genital hair maintenance routines, and now, questions about this once verboten topic are being regularly asked by interviewers in magazines, radio, television and live on-line internet chats. Additionally, more and more actresses are willing to do nude scenes on film without their pussy hair, and for pudenacres the world over, the new millennium is shaping up to be a care-free and hair free thousand years. Here is a sampling of some of our favorite and most vocal proponents of pussy shaving and in some cases, where you can see them in all their bald-beavered glory.
PAMELA LEE
This former Baywatch babe and occasional punching bag for Motley "douche" Crew drummer, Tommy Lee, can now be seen weekly in her syndicated jigglefest V.I.P. where she plays a bubble-headed celebrity bodyguard who usually gets into some sort of jam or situation that involves her getting nearly nude by episode�s end. You can also check out this Texas rose in the T&A classic, Barbwire, in which she has a rather unrevealing and disappointing bath scene. Pam may have had her breast implants removed last year, but she�s still hotter than a two-dollar pistol in tartown on a Saturday night. Though Pam has never publicly discussed her baby smooth loins, they can be seen in their nicely-tanned entirety in the infamous Pam & Tommy Lee video. This hardcore sexvid was the top selling porn tape of all time, and many people who�ve seen it were both surprised and enticed to become Pam fans by her bald biscuit.
NATASHA HENSTRIDGE
This stunning 26-year-old Canadian beauty grabbed the lusty attentions of men worldwide when she appeared in the two Species films about a sexually insatiable alien who fucks and then kills every man she meets. Unfortunately, her acting career has been put on hold while she raises her new baby, and it is unlikely she will ever choose to sizzle on screen like she did in Species now that she�s a respectable mom. You can briefly see Natasha�s clean-shaven snizz in the first Species in the scene that takes place aboard a train where she is sliding naked and covered with slime out of her cocoon. I recommend slowing down the tape to the frame advance mode to see it clearly, or better yet, pausing a DVD on this scene for a spectacular view. The same applies for Species 2, where her hairless fleshflower can be seen near film�s end in the segment where she is breeding with another alien. Unfortunately, heavy latex make-up appliances are placed all around it and it�s covered with black greasepaint, but repeated viewings and close examination will reap the devoted a beautiful hairless reward.
TIA CARRERE
This exotic 32-year-old Polynesian looker who hails from Honolulu, Hawaii has appeared in both Wayne�s World movies as Wayne�s girlfriend, countless M&M candy commercials, and currently stars in the godawful, Relic Hunter television show. Tia has never shown her baldie in public, but that will likely change at some point soon. In the October 1999 issue of Maxim, Tia admits that she has her pussy waxed regularly and that it is, "Clean--hairless as the day I was born!" Tia goes on to ask the reporter not to write that she has no pubic hair, but to use a gentler euphemism like, "She�s mowed her secret garden." Carrere also admits that the pain from getting waxed is something of a sexual thrill for her. Go Tia!!!
JENNY McCARTHY
This former host of MTV�s Singled Out and star of her own failed sitcom, The Jenny McCarthy Show, is back and sexier than ever after a two year self-imposed hiatus she took to re-invent herself. This formerly blonde Texas-born vixen is now sporting jet black locks and has dropped her wacky (and excruciatingly obnoxious) persona in favor of a much more marketable demure sex kitten schtick. Jenny has posed for Playboy and is featured in the February 2000 Maxim in a cum-conjuring layout that shows Jenny barely clad in a variety of super sexy vinyl and leather outfits. During a recent appearance on Howard Stern�s radio and television show, Howard posed the question, "Now with your black hair, does the collar match the cuffs?" Jenny replied, "The hair on my head is naturally black, but I don�t have any hair down there." Howard oohed, ahhed and fawned over her answer, and followed up with, "You don�t have any hair?" To which Jenny replied, "None. I have a clean runway." ANGIE EVERHART This fiery, red-headed supermodel turned actress and oft-mentioned object of Howard Stern�s lust (she recently agreed to go out on a date with him on his show), posed nude in the January 2000 Playboy. And though Angie sported a sparse, almost translucent tiny patch of red pubic hair in that layout (likely at their request), she is normally completely bare in her nether regions. You can groove on her fuzzless kitty in the crime-drama fiasco, Jade, where she co-starred with the insufferable David Caruso as a high-priced call girl. Angie is permanently silenced for her connection to the case by a speeding black Thunderbird in a terrifically realistic scene, and when Caruso is called in to the office of the coroner to identify her body, we are shown a lengthy overhead shot of a battered and naked Angie in all her hairless glory.
ANNA NICOLE SMITH
This glamorous car wreck/tragedy-in-waiting has lived most of her twisted life in the public eye. Once the Guess Jeans girl, Texas born and bred Anna went on to become a world famous supermodel, Playboy bunny and pin-up queen before becoming too obese and hooked on drugs to continue her career in front of the camera. After re-hab, a highly sensational and publicized lesbian sexual assault charge and out-of-court settlement filed by a former housekeeper, and a sham marriage to a 90-year-old trillionaire (whose estate she�s still embattled in court over), Anna signed a contract to become the Lane Bryant spokestub and covergirl. These days, Anna Nicole has all but slipped into obscurity. Anna has a clean-shaven and tattooed beaver with the initials of her lesbian lover, Sandy Gallin. Several shots of it are available in various issues of Playboy and other posters and photo spreads.
Annon writes:
A number of years ago I was seeing a New Zealander--we did have a tremendous relationship---both out & especially in. One boring fall night he had brought some old Playboy mags over and after checking them out made mad, passionate love. This one issue had a number of pixs of shaved beavers, which we initially poked fun at---then after sometime and an argument, which led to some very physical acts he decided to shave mine. Quite frankly I told him that he would not have the nerve, which only excited the both of us. He tied me up and collected the necessary equiptment and proceeded to shave me bald and in a moment of complete abandon he decided to put after shave on me, this was pure torture and excasty combined. An the most erotic experience that I have ever had. It left me breathless and I need not say very aroused.
We continued thru the night and only stopped when it was absolutely necessary. He even spanked me. After a few days of growth it started to "itch" terribly -so I proceeded to shave it off again. Keeping it clean was a rather hard choice. It did not seem natural at first, but the feeling of complete freedom kept it bald.
Now some years later--well actually I have shaved her off and kept it clean for spurts of time over the years. Being re-married,not to the Playboy man, it has felt strange to shave the beaver and I have actually been embarassed and felt guilty. Yet I know that by doing it I am being truthfull to myself. The clean feeling and the smoothness of it when I powder is just so powerful. My goal now is to have my husband shave it for me. so he can actually see and feel the beauty of it shaven.
Dave Writes:
A Gift of Shoes
" Carmen!" Mrs. Freeman called out. " Could you please come here for a minute? I'd like to give you a few last minute instructions." Carmen folded the dishtowel she'd been using to wipe down the kitchen counters and a went to the entryway. Mrs. Freeman, an elegant blonde woman in her late thirties stood at the foot of the stairs. She was dressed in a tailored navy blue suit with a white blouse. Her hair was loose and brushing her shoulders. " Si, senora," Carmen said. " Please, for your own good, speak English. You know I can understand Spanish, but it would be good for you to learn and speak as much English as possible." " Yes, Mrs. Freeman. I am sorry." " Don't apologize," Mrs. Freeman said sweetly while placing her hand on Carmen's shoulder. " You've done nothing wrong. " First I'd like to thank you for watching the house for the weekend. A pretty girl like you should really be spending time with your boyfriend." " Miguel has gone to Ensenada fishing with his friends. There is nothing else for me to do." Mrs. Freeman snorted. " Men are so stupid, sometimes. They don't know what they're missing." Carmen only smiled. " Anyway, I've left out this box of stuff that I'm going to give to charity. You can look through it and take what you want." Carmen looked at the box and her eyes stopped on the shoes. There was also a gold colored chain that caught her eye. " You can have the run of the house tonight. Sleep in the guest room if you like. I would prefer that you not have anyone over. And don't forget to feed the cat." " Yes, Mrs. Freeman." " I should be back about 6 PM tomorrow." " Yes, Mrs. Freeman." " Then I'll be off." Mrs. Freeman pulled out the handle of a wheeled suitcase and walked out to her Mercedes. After loading it into the trunk she got in on the driver's side, started the engine and drove off with a slight wave to Carmen. Carmen went back into the house and closed the large door behind her. She was a finely built twenty-four year old from Taxco. She was the same height as Mrs. Freeman, five six, and had very pretty Latina features with shiny black hair that she wore long, deep brown eyes and a generous, full lipped mouth. Normally she worked only as a day maid for Mrs. Freeman, and had done so for a little over a year. But Mrs. Freeman preferred to have someone stay at the house when she went out of town and this time She could find no one available but Carmen. For Carmen it meant another two days' wages and a chance to take a vacation from downtown where she lived. She went to the box and pulled out the shoes and the chain. The shoes were black high-heeled sandals with thin straps crossing the toes and ankle straps that fastened with gold colored buckles. They were not the type of shoes she'd wear to church, but she could imagine herself wearing them while dancing with Miguel at the Palanque. She's wanted the shoes ever since she'd seen Mrs. Freeman wear them, and now they were hers. She looked at the bottoms and noticed that they looked like they hadn't been walked in for more than a hundred feet. They were almost new with little wear on the soles. She's seen Mrs. Freeman wear the gold chain. She's worn it around her waist during pool parties and with her tailored blue jeans. Mrs. Freeman had a wonderful figure, especially for a woman of her age, with a small waist and flat stomach. Carmen envied her, but knew that her employer worked at it with daily trips to the gym. Carmen first tried the chain around her neck as a long necklace, but looking in the hallway mirror, decided that it didn't work. With her pink maids' outfit it just looked silly. She looked through the remainder of the items in the box, but decided that, while they were nice, they weren't for her. They were either too subdued or too fancy. She'd content herself with the chain and the shoes. Several hours later, after she'd finished her work, she went up to the guest room. It would be nice to be able to sleep in a good bed in a quiet place. She decided that she'd spend the evening in bed watching television. After spending night after night in her noisy apartment building listening the screaming kids and arguing couples, to be able to listen to nothing but the television would be a treat. It would be like being rich like Mrs. Freeman. As a matter of fact, she thought to herself, tonight she would be Mrs. Freeman. She gathered her pajamas and went into the master bathroom. Carmen had cleaned the master bath more times than she cared to remember, but she could never get over how large it was. It must half been half the size of her whole apartment. Mirrors were mounted on two walls, one over a pair of sinks. The bath itself was large with gold colored fixtures. Large fluffy towels hung from the racks. Carmen stripped off her maid's dress, white bra and panties. Her skin was a rich deep olive with no tan lines. Her breasts were full and round, though not especially large, with small dark nipples. She ran her hands down her small waist and over her stomach. It wasn't as flat as Mrs. Freeman's. There was just a hint of a cushion that Miguel liked to rest his head upon after they made love. Her hips were full and seemed to hold the promise of delight for those who got that far. Between her thighs and going up to within a few inches of her navel was a thick triangle of coarse black hair. It was so thick that Miguel sometimes called her Monkey Woman while he kissed her there. She opened the medicine cabinet looking for bubble bath and saw a razor. For a moment she looked at it wondering why it was there. Mrs. Freeman had been divorced for several years and Carmen knew that she never had men friends stay overnight. She also knew that Mrs. Freeman didn't shave her legs. She had a light, sparse growth of hair on her legs that wasn't worth the trouble. Then she remembered the time that she'd accidentally come into the bathroom while Mrs. Freeman had been cleaning up after a trip to the gym. Mrs. Freeman had been standing near the mirror drying herself when Carmen opened the door and hadn't bothered covering herself. The one thing that she noticed was that Mrs. Freeman had no pubic hair. Her mound was as smooth as her cheeks. Carmen had assumed that for some reason no hair grew there on Mrs. Freeman. She's told Miguel about it and he said that she probably shaved. He'd seen it done in a dirty movie once. He'd laughingly suggested that Carmen do it, but she'd just laughed and slapped him lightly calling him a cocino. She's never thought again about it until now. What was it like, she wondered. Why did Mrs. Freeman go to the trouble? After thinking a moment, she decided that she was going to be Mrs. Freeman she should try to feel like Mrs. Freeman. She drew a steaming hot bath and soaked in it for twenty minutes. It was like heaven to feel her body being engulfed by the hot water. If this what being rich was like, then she could easily get used to it. She scrubbed herself down with a loofah until her skin tingled. When she finally emerged from the water she sat on the edge of the tub, took a small pair of shears and began clipping away at her black triangle. At first she felt like what she was doing was naughty, almost like wearing a shear blouse in public. But as she kept snipping away at the thatch she became curious about what she would discover. After what seemed to be a long time she was left with a dark shadow of coarse black hairs. She soaped herself and, tentatively at first, began shaving the stubble away. After the first stroke she saw for the first time how smooth the skin was. It was as if her mound had been buffed and polished. She liked the feel of the razor as it glided over her skin and it was only when she began to shaven around her labia that she realized that she was excited. As she pulled the skin tight a clear thick drop of juice trailed out and oozed down her thigh. Her hand trembled a bit as she finished. She wasn't sure whether could keep shaving. She wanted to feel herself, to feel her nether lips with her fingers without the hair that had always seemed to intrude. But she did finish and returned to the bathtub to wash away the shavings. She felt new, almost as if she were born from a clear mountain stream. But she also felt sexy. It didn't make any sense to feel the same things at the same time, but she felt them and liked what she felt. She finished bathing and dried herself off with a thick Turkish towel. It was only when she was dry that she looked at herself in the mirrors. She liked what she saw. It was like looking at a statue of Venus. Her mons seemed to glow invitingly instead of hiding coyly behind the thatch. For the first time she could see her pink labia sitting snugly, glistening between her thighs. And she felt more naked than she ever had before. She ran naked and barefoot into the guest room and retrieved the shoes and the chain. She slipped on the shoes and teetered slightly as she stood up on the impossibly high heels. Then she wrapped the gold chain around her waist as she had seen Mrs. Freeman do. The chain draped down one hip and gave her the look of a woman used to wearing it. Miguel would like it, she knew. The next day before she left after Mrs. Freeman's return she said, " Thank you for the shoes, Mrs. Freeman. And thank you for letting me stay here last night. It was nice." " You weren't lonely?" " No, Mrs. Freeman. But I am in a hurry to see Miguel. He will like the shoes." And with that she began her walk to the bus stop.
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