I have not been allowed to shave my pubic hair since ........ ummmmm.... May. It is long and bushy.
Yesterday I was giving myself a manicure (in preparation for a munch we were hosting). I was sitting in the lazy boy in the family room with two sets of wet nails. Elbows bent - hands up in the air - fingers splayed - nails drying.
W walked past - stopped - knelt down and got this cheeky ass look on his face. I knew something bad was gonna happen.
W slid his hands slowly up my legs - sliding under my shorts and continuing up ....up until his fingers grazed the bush. I looked at him with sheer terror - I knew what he had in mind... my breath caught...... I waited.
Both of W's hands grabbed a handful of hair - fingers entwined - pulling gently. I shrieked. I flapped my hands - but didn't touch him. My manicure for god's sakes was still WET!! He pulled some more. I was laughing and crying at the same time and begging him to stop.
W laughed. "This is better than bondage" He said "You can't move" and proceeded to tug some more.
My knees went weak - I felt like I would pee my pants, I shrieked some more - and flapped my wet nails frantically at W.
Finally he let go - stood up and walked over to his seat with such a grin on his face!!!
Little Tortures - he is VERY good at little tortures.