I did promise this interlude of a pussy wax some time ago.
My plight has been a long one, fraught with contortionism, boldness,shyness in the beginning,at the *Sister Salon*, lacking any and all dignity and not that great I must say.
When we started out,
I was not even willing to look at what she is doing,ever.
Extreme thoroughness, blood, sweat and yes, tears,was in abundance.
I still do this mainly for myself…although the girlfriend(finally,she used to like bushy) and male friends does greatly enjoy it.
I have been doing it for a long time, however not for anyone else but me.
Now I *met* someone who wants me *bald*
So Not gonna happen.....See I do not do *DEMAND* things.
Specially if I know I will NEVER hook up with him,I have NO chemistry with him at all and HE is already demanding...thinking I am like a provincial cat already in the *bag*
For someone so grrrrrrr, no words can describe him.
Especially not this guy.A new *maybe Fuck-bud* not in this life time,sheesh.
For this TYPE of guy I would grow the dang thing out so long it would be coming out of my pant legs if I could, just to turn him off.
Back to waxing....
Must confess did try and DO it myself ONCE..many many years ago...
Myself…contortioned into a pretzel all flush and sweaty with wax dingle berries mocking me to go ahead and try to rip them off.(not to mention NO MONEY)
So this is how I ended up at the *Sister Salon*
At the *Sister Salon*, I all but,lacking any and all dignity and she not that great at waxing at that time.
I had to bend her arm to start this waxing,I must say.
But rather her, than other people who aren't even willing to look at what they have done,or doing.
(and of course me not having much money at the time. So beggars cannot really be choosers)
So I ventured into the waxing and the first time it was a very thorough, lengthy and somewhat painful experience (as it should be unless your *box* is made of steel). But in the end well worth all of it for a smooth soft pussy.
A price I was willing to pay as long as I didn't have to spend two or more hours of total hell in my own bathroom flinging wax all over the place.
Ok, not understanding my ranting???
A few years ago, I was going on a bachelorette weekend and decided to get waxed the day before…why you ask for that kind of weekend, would a girl need bald pussy for?
I was told they had a heated pool so I couldn't go there all fluffy just coming out of winter hibernation at that time, now could I?
As I was leaving for my wax appointment, my girlfriend says..still young and very frisky at that time.
*So I guess there's no sex until you get back?*
And I'm like.....
*don't be silly, Silly we will tonight, it will be more than fine.*
Famous. Last. Words.
This process takes like hours (sisters) and at my own hand, take three hours or more.
Happy smiles? gnffffff.
Notice I do not say *Happy Hooch*
So here we go and she starts getting in there waxin' on and rippin' off, ouch owwwwee and then it happened.
OOOOOWWWWWCCCCCHHH,
What the Fuck, it's like a searing hot burning ripping pain that won't stop. Gahhhh. Breathe deep, or something I don't know. I think I blanked out.
Then I catch a glimpse of her face, all red and flushed and her hands shaky, filled with ?red???? Grabbing some Cotton and back in she goes, but not before the warning
*Dis gonna hurt*.
Well !!!!.... Holey Smoley Macarony, sheesh, if you pour clean alcohol on an open wound and then set it on fire…it is gonna hurt.
Is gonna hurt real bad!
To her credit she worked very hard to stop the major bleeding out of the minor labia but whoa, that hurt and then she still wasn't finished she had more to do.
Did I mention she is very thorough and not shy at all?
She is my sister after all.
She just thinks I am a baby....
After all was said and done she did say sorry to me, but she was so sweet and apologetic, that I did hug her
But my girlfriend was right, no sex that night…
I wouldn't even look at it until four days later after the Bachelorette weekend. (by the way, I was more like *lets get drunk and smoke cigarettes*and me a NON smoker and NON drinker) and they were all like, *lets talk about the benefits of ashtanga versus bikram yoga!* WTF??? so *that* was fun. Rolling my eyes here...
Oh and on top of that, the heated pool was empty.)
So on Sunday night I finally looked at the *eina* and couldn't really take my eyes off of the train wreck that had become my vagina…
I just had to show my girlfriend.
*Honey you now are the proud and loving girlfriend of a chick with a scarred hooch*
And as she so sweetly put it
*Oh my god!!!!!!!, eeeeshhh,eeeewwww...... what the hell, your hatchet wound has a wound of its own.*
All the while cringing at it existence.
Seriously, this is called *lifting* as in your skin has been lifted off, leaving behind an inch and a half long by 1/8 inch wide patch of gore.
So someone/anyone, presumptions enough to DEMAND I be *bald*....He/She has to think again...I ONLY go through this hell for ME and ME alone.
Have to also say,sister-salon has become very professional in the way she does it, NO more scars and not as much she remains the *cheapest* and even serves me coffee afterwards....and I can go knock on her door even at 12 at night if the need is there....SHE IS GREAT!!!!
Thanks SIS.