Tuesday, September 23, 2014
A Moment of Intimacy
I mentioned yesterday after lunch that I really needed to take care of "personal hygiene".
It had been months since I had shaved my pink girly bits..... it just wasn't high on my priority list........... but then - shrug - well it got to a point I couldn't stand it anymore. I have always kept the pink bits clean shaven - it had nothing to do with submissive spirits or orders from "above" - it's just something I like.
So yesterday I was gonna devote the time to cleaning it up and feeling more like myself again. W suggested I might want to use his beard trimmer. In my head I went 'nah - that's only fun when you use it' but outwardly I nodded and said "yeah maybe".
When it came time for me to get up off my ass and go do this personal hygiene stuff W offered to use the trimmer.
I got organised on the spare bed with towel under my ass and W started in on the trimming. At first it was all very clinical. And then the trimmer started to touch my jewelry and oh dear god - it felt so good........ and my old self came out - I gasped and held my breath - after all one slip of the trimmer and ....... well............. OUCH
W laughed and smirked and said he was doing it on purpose..... and we both laughed and shared the moment........
That's what I call a moment of intimacy