So Much Hair, Down There

A friend of mine prefers the o’ naturelle look. I admire her for it. She has beautiful, long brown hair that has never been died, permed, or ironed. She has a gorgeous olive complexion that without a touch of artificial color glows. She also refuses to groom…down there, even with the pressure of her boyfriends, at least until recently.

A few weeks ago she became intimate with a new man. For the first time his fingers explored her body and he told her she was beautiful over and over again. Once his fingers made there way down south, though, the compliment changed from you’re beautiful to ohmigod you have a lot of hair.

She only laughed. His reaction was not surprising because she’d heard it before. What happened next, though, hadn’t happened before.

He grabbed the book lamp from his bedside table and inspected her special place moving hair this way and that way in search of her goods.

She waited patiently despite the fact that she was ready for him to give her goods the attention they deserved, but seconds and then minutes passed where all he did was sigh and stammer as he foraged through her hair.

For the first time in her life and not out of shame, but out of impatience she went to the bathroom, found a razor, and did something she’d only heard her friends talk about.

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