My Adventures in Going Bald… Down There

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So normally, I’m trimmed between my legs. But lately I have opted to go completely bare down there. For a couple of reasons: I want to know how it felt to be completely bald and I also figured out that it might turn my husband on even more if I were completely smooth. I would do anything to please him..

So yes right now as I write this my sweet pussy is now officially bald.

But it wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. It took a lot of failed experiments for me to get that way however. I went through a lot and had some not so great experiences. Some women make it seem so easy and yet, I was almost ready to throw in the towel.


My First Attempt: Shaving

 
My first go to thing was shaving. I tried many different razors. The more expensive they are the better they worked but that worked only to an extent.  Shaving is not always the best option for me. Shaving is crazy down there for me. I hate it. I also hate the razor bumps afterward. I’ve tried everything to prevent it and have virtually failed.

 

Second Attempt: Waxing

 
 Next I tried the wonderful world of waxing. Of course I’m on a budget so I decided to do the waxing myself. What the hell was I thinking? On top of that I knew that I was not going to be able to do it completely by myself so I enlisted the help of my dear husband. Boy was that an experience! I should have known better than to let a sadist be in control of something like this. My goodness! He loved it! At least someone did. I was in tears. It was one of the worst pains I have ever felt in my life. After a while I couldn’t take it anymore so there I laid half waxed. The silver lining: he ate my pussy afterward.

 
Final Attempt: Nair

 
My last and final attempt at going bald down there was to try to use Nair for the bikini area. Now I hate the way that Nair smells and I know lately they have tried to make it smell better, but it was my last resort. So I went to the store and I purchased a bottle of Nair and came home to try it out. I put it on exactly as the instructions told me to and waited the allotted time before I hopped into the shower to rinse it all off.


 I was so happy with the results. There was no hair down there it was all completely gone.

Oh man how I love the feel of a completely smooth pussy. It feels incredible. I walk around feeling sexy knowing that I have this little secret between my legs.

 It has increased my sex drive as well. Everything down there is extra sensitive. Sometimes all it takes is one lick from my husband and I damn near come in his mouth on the spot. My husband thoroughly enjoys it as well. He loves to run his tongue across my smooth pussy lips. After all that I have been through I am so happy I found something that actually works. All in all I would recommend getting your pussy shaved, Nair-ed or waxed off.  Well okay maybe I don’t necessarily recommend waxing based on my experiences but however you get your pussy bald…Just do it!

Comments

  1. 1ManViewJanuary 21, 2013 at 10:08 AM

    My spouse has tried going bald. It was all good for both of us until it started to grow back. The re-growth drove her crazy. She now has a very short trim that we both like. No re-growth worries, and I like feeling the trickle of hair on my tongue....

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  2. Jack and JillJanuary 21, 2013 at 5:03 PM

    This post needs pictures. :)

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