brazilian

I wonder if I went to Brazil would I find all the women there sporting no hair downstairs?  I assume the name Brazilian is called Brazilian for a reason.  Yet it’s hard to imagine that this is a national trend there.

I’m not a fan of the bald badger myself.  It feels a little too childlike and I cannot get the notion of little girl out of my head.  When I was a little girl hankering to be a grown up woman I wished for boobies and pubic hair.  I didn’t wish for boobies and no pubic hair.  I knew that guys wanted women who had boobies and pubic hair.  I grew up seeing ladies who had pubic hair.

For girls these days seeing what they see and hear maybe they’ll grow up wanting to be grown up with huge boobs and no pubes?  It could relate to what we grow up with.

On TV they had a show about men who lusted after hairy women.  One guy even saying how if he could see some hair outside of the knickers that excited him.

I feel the same way about men.  When they’re topless I like the look of the hair that creeps up from their groin to their navel.  It is like the hair is an arrow pointing to the manly object down below.  Sexy.  Hairless men look smooth to touch and tantalizing.  Men with hair there look manly.

I’ve trimmed and such.  It’s not as though I’ve left the jungle yet even if I had that should be ok too.  We have moved away from being natural down stairs.  Should I trim it all off one day just to experience what it looks like and how I feel with no hair?  I don’t know. 

Maybe?  Maybe not?

What I always wanted as a little girl has come true.  Boobs and pubes.  I am a woman.

faking orgasm

it’s every dad’s fear their daughter dating a guy who drives a panel van aka ‘shag wagon’.  i dated a guy who drove a panel van.  i was an adult when i was dating him so no point dad worrying.

we go on a date out for a drive to some national park and we park the panel van by a lake with the tail end facing the water, the boot open so we can sit and watch the moon reflect on the waters surface.

not that we’re doing much moon watching.  he’s putting the moves on me and i’m just going with the flow.  i’ll be honest.  sometimes you’re just not in the mood for sex.  sometimes it doesn’t matter what moves are made you simply can’t get in to it.  this one of those times.  not that he noticed and not that his moves were good enough to turn me on.  he just kept going with his moves concentrating on what he wanted while i obliged.

so there we are, him on top, me lying there taking it like a man [what ever that means].  he had been giving it his best shot for quite some time.  thrusting away on top of me as though that was all he needed to do to get me hot and excited.  it was not unenjoyable.  i just wasn’t feeling turned on or in the mood.  he was.  so i figured it would be nice to let him have his fun.

ages later i’m lying there thinking when is he going to finish?  he’s taking ages.  has he climaxed yet?  i thought i heard him climax yet he’s still going.  how is that possible?  when will it be over?

then he turns to me and asks me, “have you orgasmed yet?”  in my mind i’m thinking, did you hear me orgasm, no, then of course i haven’t.  but then i’m not interested in orgasming and i realise this could be my out.  maybe he’s still going like an everready battery because he’s waiting for me to climax – how thoughtful of him.  rather than fake an orgasm which i’ve never done in my life i simply say “yes.  have you?”  he tells me he climaxed ages ago [i'm still wondering how it was possible for him to keep going afterward] and with that he hops off me and we’re done.

the end.