Hair of the dog

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In the middle of January @domsigns declared he was going to grow a beard.

“What on earth for?” was my slightly surprised reply.

“You are going to need pictures for your Kink of the Week post” he grinned at me

“But I was going to write about why I don’t like beards”

“Think of it as an experiment, how can you really know if you like them or not when you only have one experience to base that on. Maybe you might find it is not all beards you hate just a particular one?”

In his usual way his thinking was absolutely sound but I was still deeply suspicious of the whole scheme. What if I hated it? What if it put me off kissing you? What if I liked it? Hmmm. Of his reply to the former two were, I shave it off and his reply to the latter one was, I am not having a beard in the summer.

So, growing commenced and to my astonishment he was fairly quickly sporting something that pretty much resembled a beard.

Before I move on I think a little back story is required. I don’t like beards, well that is what I thought anyway and that firm belief comes from being married to a man who had a goatee style beard for a great deal of our relationship. Now to be fair it was a look that suited him however as the years passed and my resentment about our physical relationship grew the beard became an increasing problem in my mind. You see there was nothing remotely soft about his facial hair, it is like sharp spiky pins growing out his chin and I just hated the way it felt when we kissed. He was not a big kisser, or we were not big kissers, I don’t know which, but gradually over time I realised that kissing was not just sparse it was nonexistent. In my mind those things became increasingly associated with one another. As was bound to happen resentment bred contempt and it was all downhill from there. When we finally separated and I decided to start dating again I even wrote on various dating profiles about my dislike of facial hair. If someone messaged me and I could see from their profile they had a beard I just sent them a polite note saying I was not actively dating at the moment and if they didn’t have a picture I would always manage to bring it up in messages in some innocent looking way to find out what I needed to know. I was not interested in a man with facial hair. It was as simple as that.

When I met @domsigns I don’t remember asking but we did exchange pictures very early on in our communications and I was happy to see that there was no beard. I do remember him showing me a picture of him when he had a moustache and me commenting that I didn’t like it but I am fairly sure by this point I had told him of my facial hair dislikes and he just laughed at my comment. So you hopefully now see why when he declared he was going to grow a beard I was not excited by the idea but as the years have passed and beards seem to have become the new in thing for men I will admit that I had become curious to know the truth of the matter because I rather like the way men look with beards, so, do I hate all beards or just one particular beard?

The answer is, I have discovered; not straightforward.

I think @domsigns looks really rather hot with a beard, I really do. It suits him! It feels so lovely when I stroke his face and he has commented on how much more I have been doing that and how much he likes it. There is something about the way it looks that just makes me want to reach out and touch it and I do it often. I have also discovered that it has truly magical qualities when it comes to him going down on me. Just to be clear, it is not like he was bad at this to start with, far from it, he is the only man to have ever made me cum from oral sex but the beard really does add another sensation to the whole experience. A fucking awesome sensation at that.

But, and this is a fairly big but, when he kisses me, I find myself having to work really hard not to recoil. At first it was not too bad, it just felt like a bit of stubble and that doesn’t bother me at all but as it grew longer that changed. I didn’t even really notice it at first but then last weekend I pointed out to him that we had not really had a PROPER kiss in a couple of weeks. It is not that we have not kissed, that would just be totally unheard of for us but that we have definitely kissed less than we usually do and that without even knowing what I was doing I was not only not instigating kissing as much as I usually do but then the kisses we have I was often cutting short. No matter how much I try that prickly hairy kiss just jars me. I can’t help it, the moment I feel it I find myself wanting to pull away. I have even at times put my fingers round his beard to try to create a barrier between it and my face when we kiss. Needless to say this does not make for a sexy kiss and we both just end up dissolving into laughter at my insanity. The strange thing is I like the beard, I really do. I think he looks as sexy as hell with it. It suits the shape of his face, somehow it makes his eyes twinkle all the more, or maybe I am just imaging it but unless he shaves a space off around his mouth (he did threaten to shave into a mutton chomp style which I was not impressed by) no matter how hard I try when we kiss I don’t like how it feels.

Yesterday we took pictures of his beard, which had been his original reason for growing it. Today he shaved it all off. His face looks bare, I kind of miss it but when he came into the bedroom after his shower the first thing we did was kiss and it was sooooo good. I am sad to see the beard go (you only have to look at the image to know why) but that sadness is nothing compared to my happiness at having all the kisses back again.

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