I have mentioned before that I am actually quite fond of pubic hair on a woman . There is something about slowly running my fingers through those soft, and increasingly damp, curls between a woman’s legs that can transport me back in time to when sex and exploration of the female body were new experiences for me. The woman I was with at the time this tale relates to was aware of, and more than happy to accommodate my preferences such as they were. She liked to keep her pubic hair in a neat, evenly trimmed triangle; not so long that it got out of control, but not so short that it lost its natural softness. I grew quite attached to the way it tickled my nose when I went down on her. One Saturday afternoon, out of the blue, she asked me if I would mind shaving her, as she would like to know what being smooth felt like. I agreed on the grounds that I would also find it interesting to see how differently she experienced things having her cunt smooth and bare. At first I trimmed her
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