I myself have many female nudist friends and they all have lots of beautiful natural hot pubic hair ps or like they sy my pussy is hairy and I do love them and keep the hair to many bright pink lips ya know
For me....it's to each their own. I have a full bush down stairs, on my butt and all over my scrotum. Runs in the family. My ex had a fluffy bush too and she never felt compelled to conform. The smoothies tend to be the swingers for the most part and while we have tried, that isn't our thing.
We do have good friends who are in both camps or in a state in between too. It's all up to the owner and what is comfortable for them.
Going down on someone hairy isn't the worst thing in the world either. Never understood why so many became repulsed by it.
I've been a smoothie since the mid 80's. An electric shaver seems to work best for me. Occasionally I'll still get a little nick in the scrotum but I have misgivings about putting anything really sharp down there. My last g/f was blonde and just kept her pubes short, but flexible. Prior to that g/f was on who used to go to a commercial establishment to have her pubes "sugared". Smooth and nice for a week or two but then needed to be done again in a month's time. My g/f prior to that became a shaver because of me. Whenever she knew I was coming over she'd run a bath and grab a disposible razor. I got a "NO NO" for my most recent g/f but we broke up before I could use it on her. Stay tuned, I'll keep you advised.
After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit if a treat.
I ordered it well in advance and working in the North Sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...Oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn’t have long to wait.
At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, toe the lid off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn’t managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running its engines behind me.
This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.
Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering “ooooohhh that feels good” Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn’t heard her come in it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout fired against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn’t the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn’t improve my status…so to sum it up, VEET removes hair, dignity and self-respect ~
I always used to be completely smooth but now like a little fuzz, however on a women I find that pubic hair type matters so much in the shaved/natural debate. If the hair is fine and does not cover to much area, well trimmed, is for me. If the hair is thick and course...............let it grow nothing looks finer or tastes better !!!
I've been shaving my pubes for many years. I love the 'naked' feeling. I've started to leave a tuft overtop but from back to front I shave. Want my lovers to not have to deal with the 'hair in the teeth' syndrome.
Indeed ! I go out nude to my garden to prepare and harvest. I also prefer to shave my pubic hair. I also shave my 'hind quarters' as well. Actually I shave the genitals and anal area but do leave (lately) a tuft above my penis. I shave for practicle reasons. I don't want to inflict my pubic hairs on my lovers. They usually prefer this; not all but most.