There have been some comments and stories about hair or the lack of it. I thought I would add my experiences with of course the mandatory story to titillate readers.
Thanks to fantasyman999, fjw, Mark, Doug and Gary for their nice comments on my previous stories. I really appreciate knowing people liked them.
No Gary you probably would not have wanted to marry me-I am a much better lover than a wife. Perhaps I might write a story about being watched just about you next time...
I saw the debate and comments about pubes or lack of so thought I would share my thoughts on the topic.
I grew up in the 60s and 70s when the thought of shaving one's pubes was not even on the agenda however I recall that in the 80s the idea of shaving and waxing them started to be talked about. I think there were even some specialist porn magazines dedicated to the subject as I read an article about them in a women's magazine and spotted one called 'Shaven Ravers' on the shelf in a newsagent once. The tone of the article was quite derogatory implying all men who looked at those magazines were paedophiles but somehow I did not feel that. The way I saw it women shave their armpits and legs so why not anywhere else they wanted.
About this time too I got some very skimpy swimming costumes that definitely required a trim at the very least to wear. My pubes were never thick but with those costumes left to their own devices they would spill out of the edge and look very unsightly-obscene even but not in a good way. Hence I started shaving my bikini line. I was never very happy with the results as the hairs grew back quickly and rather roughly so I eventually plucked up courage to try a bikini line wax. God it hurt but the result was wonderful and it became my favoured way to keep the hairs under control. I never went all the way although I did get bolder with the amount removed so the Brazilian strip became my preferred style. I loved how long my legs looked in the high cut swimming costume and always felt a little sexual buzz at how it appeared I was completely hairless when wearing the costume. I often saw men looking and of course loved the attention. I was married by then and I always noticed and increased interest in me sexually from my husband after I was waxed although he never said anything. It was welcome though as even then our sex life was fairly dull so anything that improved it was good.
That is pretty much how my pubes stayed for quite few years. It was also sometime during this time that what I now think inevitable happened and I started having affairs. I had had two kids very quickly after we married and my husband very quickly became more 'Dad' than lover whereas I never really took to motherhood. I love the children but was much happier with a career and letting nannies look after them day to day.
The first couple of affairs were really little more than one night stands that repeated a few times but then I met someone a little special. He was a senior director at my company, intelligent, well educated and very sexy. There was so much he introduced me to, but one of them was the shared pleasure of looking at erotica and pornography. Until then I had never really looked at erotic images of any sort-I was not prudish, it was just all the images I needed were in my mind. We would often look at pictures from the arty photographs of Helmut Newton to rawer, simpler images from magazines or the internet. Inevitably these shared explorations resulted in very good sex as we acted out things we had seen but since this site is about masturbation I will not go into details of that here. It was around then I think that the move to minimal hair in porn had started. Many but by no means all of the women we saw were hairless and we talked about how it looked. I was very taken with the image of a few of the models as they looked just so groomed and perfect. I remembered the comments people wrote about how women without pubes looked childlike but it never seemed like that to. A grown woman with no hair is totally different in my eyes from a child.
I decided I would try out the smooth look as a surprise for my lover. The next time I went for a waxing I told them to take it all off. The woman who did my waxing had become my friend over the years and she just smiled and asked me how I wanted her to do it. I was slightly confused until I realised she was asking me if I wanted to take my panties off or not. Up until the I had always worn a skimpy thong when she worked on me and she explained that she could do it with it on and move it but that it might be more comfortable if I was comfortable taking it off. I did not hesitate for a moment and slipped it off. There was moment of realisation that I was showing my naked vagina to another woman at close quarters that made me blush but as I was never very hung up on nudity it was but a moment. She was her usual professional self as she worked and told me that the 'full Hollywood' as she called it was getting more popular with her clients. I was a little surprised as to how much more fuss the process was than just the Brazilian I was used to with me kneeling at one point to let her get into all my 'nocks and crannies' as she called them. It did not really hurt anymore than my previous waxings. I did not really have a chance to look at the time but the quick glance I got did look different-red from the waxing but smooth and exposed. I dressed and went back to work but for the afternoon I was very aware of how new and different I felt 'down there'. I found myself getting quite aroused at the thought and wanted to get home to look more closely.
Eventually the day was over and I was home. Luckily it was a day my husband worked late and the kids were out so I was able to indulge myself. I went to the bedroom and stripped naked and first looked at myself in a mirror from a distance. It was strange how the removal of a small strip of light hair seemed to make a big difference. The redness from waxing had almost vanished. The only word I could use to describe how I looked was statuesque-in the sense I felt I looked like a classic sculpture or perhaps an image of nude in a romantic era painting. I really liked it. I then sat down and touched myself. I felt different. Everything more sensitive and sensual. The shape of my mons seemed more pronounced, if anything more womanly. The slit of my sex more obvious. My fingers touching myself was electric and soon I was laying on the looking at myself in the mirror as my finger teased and aroused and fiddled. I loved how I looked and felt and very soon I knew I was going to cum. When I did it was a big one, shaking me to my core. After it was over I looked in the mirror again. The exposed, naked slit glistened with my juices in the most wonderful and obscene way. I think I knew then I was never going to let those hairs grow back.
Of course the reaction from my lover was wonderful when he saw me and that just reinforced my decision to stay smooth. My husband commented that it looked much 'neater' and seemed to like it too. Other women who have seen it in gym changing rooms seem mixed. Some love it and have been converted, other accuse me of pandering to men's 'little girl' fetishes. They are quite wrong I did it for myself and stay that way for myself although if my men like me like that it is a good thing. I decided I really wanted to stay smooth and five years ago had a course of laser treatment to avoid the need for waxing. That was like another quantum leap in smoothness too: it was quite painful at the time but after the total lack of regrowth was wonderful. They tell me it might not be permanent and I might need further treatments but until now there is no sign of regrowth at all.
So that is my story. I really want to hear what others of both sexes think on this topic.