Post by worksforme2 on Aug 17, 2022 8:40:39 GMT -5
I trim with a pair of mustache clippers. It gets pretty close generally without nicks and bleeding. I do this for my partner, not for me, as I really have no personal preference. I do it about once a month unless I am pretty sure my partner will be giving me oral, then I tidy up the day before our date.
I have to share this story, I was crying with laughter reading it.
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 of 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 destruction of the meat and two veg.
Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of 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, tore the lid of and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon 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 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 it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's 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..."Ooooh, that feels good".
Understandingly 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 farted 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...
OMG, crying laughing and trying to be silent not to wake the hubs and explain why I am reading this story. For the love of God not sure the last time I laughed this well. Sorry for this man's misfortune but the story delivery was perfect.
Post by sweetplumeria on Aug 20, 2022 2:13:11 GMT -5
My limited opinion on this topic...
I think that any time you want a woman's soft beautiful face near any hairy region (beard or groin), it's best to avoid the prickly phase. My thoughts are if you have a lady who wears make up or spends time on her appearance, her skin is precious to her and she doesn't want it bristled off.
So wear your hair bare or fluffy but not in between. If it feels like a scrub brush she might not like it.
Ask your lover what they like. This site might not exist if that conversation was easy.....
Just a thought, but I also shave, and it has nothing to do with sex. I am very hairy and it gets messy cleaning up after I have been on the toilette. Shaving does make my life a lot easier in the cleaning department.
worksforme2: Happy Birthday bballgirl, where ever you are.......
Jul 26, 2022 3:43:06 GMT -5
northstarmom: Thanks for the birthday wishes, worksforme2!
Jul 27, 2022 21:23:48 GMT -5
onempty: Dry Creek, you are absolutely spot on with all this advice. Separate bank accounts a good idea IMO but might be harder to achieve and could cause other problems if there is a huge disparity in income.
Jul 28, 2022 13:03:11 GMT -5
worksforme2: Happy Birthday GreekGoddess.....
Aug 4, 2022 5:56:47 GMT -5
worksforme2: I am going to dial 911. I need help. Once again, the forest creatures have raided my apple trees and picked them clean..I really am growing weary of feeding all of nature's critters.
Aug 20, 2022 17:55:31 GMT -5
mirrororchid: Best wishes, TMD. Always good to see you.
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