Night on Bald Mountain

I shaved.

This is big news for me. I normally trim, very carefully, but I don't shave down totally. I'd done it once or twice before and - yeeeIKES - is it ever itchy! I also have Mother Earth tendencies and rather like my dark, thick bush. But I'm an adventerous chick, so I decided I'd have a little fun and get a buzz cut. I suppose I'd spent too much time watching "I Feel Myself" and felt the need to spent more time exploring my cunt. So, during a lunch break (the concept of which is fairly ludicrous since I work from home), I scurried to a shop to get a multiple-setting buzz cutter. Nothing's too good for my pubes!

I did, of course, consider going the whole-hog and getting waxed. And I'm not talking some sissy bikini wax - brutha please! That's for wimps! I considered getting a Brazilian wax. 'Considered' is the operative word in that sentence as idea never evolved into action. And that's because I am a wimp. There's also something faintly disturbing to me about fucking a woman with no pubic hair - it seems like some sort of little girl fantasy is being worked out. Hmm. I'm still torn on it all and maybe - just maybe - if I ever get that stoned or drunk or decide to smoke enough opium, sure - I'll tear it all off.

For the present, however, I'm buzzed. I raced home after my razor acquisition and tore into the packaging. These things are so cool because you can change the settings and thereby gage how low you're gonna go. I went to the shortest possible - I was going to go sans guard at all, but that'd leave my pussy with 5 o'clock shadow. I'm not into leaving razor burn on The Bloke's face when he next chows down. It was indeed a challenge getting all them strays trimmed up and I'm thankful that I'm quite the yogini because several contortions involving the buzzer and a tiny mirror were necessary to make sure I didn't miss anything.

But me likes.

I sent The Bloke a text that I'd just given myself a buzzcut. I was teasing him because he'd just asked me last weekend if I'd ever had my hair in a bob (it's quite long now). I've had my hair all lengths but its so unruly that the longer it is, the better it lays. Still, I knew he wouldn't be quite sure what I'd buzzed.

And, needless to say, he realized it as soon as he saw me last night. And he rather enjoyed the lack of barrier en route to my clit. He was delighting in it this morning as he slammed into me again for breakfast. Maybe I'll go Brazilian for his birthday. And since his birthday is at the end of the year, that gives me enough time to develop a heroin problem to help kill the pain.