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