I have not shaved my pubes in, well, a fairly long time. At first it started because I thought whilst I wasn’t really sleeping with someone I would give my skin a rest a week. A week turned into 2 and then 3 and then a month and then. Well you get the idea.
The last time I had a shave was back at the end of October and even then it was a close trim rather than the smooth shave I had done in the past. Although I did shave my labia smooth because oh my that feels so good. But since then it has not been near a razor.
What started as a chance to rest my skin turned into a promise to myself. I would shave when I knew I was going to see someone. It would make it special and exciting getting myself ready for him. Of course those plans never came to fruition and now the world has stolen any chance we did have and so the pubes continue to be left untamed to grow wild and free in my knickers.
The last time I had pubes like this was back in my last 20’s. I started shaving because I liked how it felt, the smooth skin under my fingers made me feel more sexual and sensual. Then new partners appeared who liked how it look and so I carried on. I always shaved me for me though, because it both felt nice and I really liked how it looked.
But if truth be told I have developed rather a liking for my new wild untamed bush. I like how it feels when I stroke it and tug on it. The hair is so soft and I have to admit when I look down at it I think it looks rather sexy. I am also delighted by the fact that there is not a grey hair in sight. Well not yet anyway.
I asked him how he felt about my ever growing bush and he responded that whilst a big 70’s bush was not really his thing he didn’t really care. If you like it keep it. I will like you and your cunt no matter what. Where his exact words. So for now I am going to keep it. I have grown rather fond of it and it just seems to fit with my desire to enjoy my body despite not being able to do so with another person. It feels kind of earthy and raw, primal even and so I am going to continue to enjoy it untamed and wild whilst also looking forward to the day when I might yet again have reason to bring it a bit more under control.