Some say that lovemaking is an art. An art that requires prowess, dexterity, and a certain creative flair. Art can be beautiful, an aesthetic in and of itself, and one which can bring delight to those participating (and, for some, those simply viewing).
We groom ourselves meticulously in worship of that art, plucking away errant hairs, cleansing our bodies, smoothing out the imperfections to become “beautiful”, lest we are mocked for our flaws.
Lovemaking is an art. Thankfully, the beauty of art, is in the eye of the beholder.
“Is this the hairiest I’ve even been?” Kay said.
I looked up from the couch. My girlfriend, Kay, of four and a half years was in the middle of changing, getting ready for a Christmas Eve dinner. (“Kay” is, of course, a pseudonym.)
“Hmm.”
“I mean, look at the leg hair. And here,” she lifted her arms, “are these not some of the hairiest my armpits have ever gotten?”
The hair was, indeed, prodigious, made even more striking by her perfect, Winter-pale skin. “Well, I still think you look beautiful,” I said.
“Oh really?” Kay smiled at me. She turned to look at herself in the room’s mirror, accentuating her soft curves and round breasts, her long, dark brunette hair framing her enticing body. Her leg, armpit, and pubic hair had grown a little long, as the winter months have meant that she almost never wore shorts or dresses, but instead covered up against the cold chill.
Nearly five years after I first met her in a college class, and four years after we fucked each other senseless over the course of an entire summer of sex and orgasms, I still get hard looking at her naked body. The first time I went down on her, she was unshaven. It was a spontaneous coupling, the fortuitous denouement to an evening that began with us just as flirtatious friends and ended with me spending the night, her naked body pressed next to me as we shared a dorm twin mattress. That forever convinced her that I was not lying when I said afterwards that I didn’t mind that she wasn’t some unnaturally smooth, plucked clean mannequin.
Pubic hair has never bothered me. I grew up in one of those semi-hippie families, the one which would go skinny dipping in a natural hot spring together, and I’m sure that had an effect on my opinions about the natural bushes which are meant to protect our genitals. They’re a feature for a reason. Everyone is welcome to their preferences, and I certainly defend the value of trimming the hedges from time to time, but I just don’t understand the minds of men who are turned off by its existence. To an extent, on Kay, her pubic hair made her look even more beautiful, like a wild, flowering fertility goddess. And I worshipped that goddess.
“I’m pretty hairy myself!” I said, and pulled down my pants. My rowdy pubic hair, untrimmed for almost three months, had started to creep down onto the ballsack.
I won’t recount all the details of what followed. It was before dinner, so we didn’t have much time. Let’s just say that we’re very very comfortable with each other.
That’s right. We fluffed our pubic hair on each other. For the uninitiated, that means we rubbed our groins together just to feel how long the other was. That’s it. Then we got dressed to go out. (I promise this happened, I guess we’re just that disgusting of a couple.)
Two days later, we were lying in bed late at night, chatting together about the day, feeling warm and close. Kay was just wearing a pajama shirt and nothing else, which she normally wore to bed. Once again, the conversation strayed to how traditionally *unsexy* we were.
We have a name for the stages of her pubic hair growth. At a certain point, the hair gets so long that it becomes “THE TUFT,”where the length of the hair around her clitoris gets so long that it develops into one big curl, coming together like a Roman fasces. Her bush was past this point. THE TUFT had, by this point, grown so long that the cohesiveness of the curl was breaking up, as it developed a couple mini curls.
“I can’t even see your clitoris,” I said.“Like, could I even find it in there?”
“Sure you could,” she said. Kay grabbed my handand guided it through her pubic hair. “Look, let me help you find it.” I soon was on her clit. Instinctively, I started to gently circle it with my fingers.
“I had to *wade* in there to find it,” I said as she laughed. “Here,” I pulled down my boxer briefs, “you should feel my hairy balls.”
“It won’t tickle you?” she asked. (I have the most ticklish balls out of all the men in my generation, I swear.)
“I don’t think so, I usually am not that ticklish when I’m a little hard,” I said, as my shaft started to rise.
She put her hand on balls. “Mmm, they’re *sooo* soft.” She moved her hand upwards, onto my dick, and slowly started jacking it up and down.
“You’re pretty soft down there yourself,” I said, as I started to tease down her labia, feeling her hips start to subtly move in response to my ministrations.
She smiled at me, her pink lips turning upwards on her angular, heart-shaped face, as she started to blush. She got me hard very quickly, my penis becoming a hard, throbbing rod as my lust grew.
I teased my fingers onto the opening of her hole, gently applying pressure. I then pushed my index finger in, watching her lips part in a soft groan, as I slowly started to finger her, while using my thumb to continue circling her clit slowly. Kay was getting very wet, moaning quietly as we touched each other. My finger was soaked in her lubrication, and I exited her vagina to circle her clit with my now lubed digits.
As her lips opened again to moan, I leaned over and kissed her. We started to make out, getting hotter as we felt our need for each other. I pulled away from her and I could see the lust in her gorgeous brown eyes. She was ready, and she wanted me inside of her.
I moved on top of her and she eagerly spread her legs, exposing her beautifully petite labia, framed by her pubic hair. I teased the tip of my engorged penis on her dripping slit, watching the desire grow on her face, before slowly penetrating inside.
Her vagina has always fit me like a glove, and tonight was no different. A perfect fit, made for fucking. She moaned louder this time as I pushed my dick into her cunt, and we kissed each other hungrily as I began to piston in and out. It was slow and sensual; she was getting wetter as I resisted the urge to slam into her. No, this sex was too good and I wanted it to last.
I pushed one of her legs upwards and put my hips at a new angle, reaching for her G spot. We were groaning with each thrust. Her hands pawed at my back, grabbing onto the back of my shoulders as I pumped deeper inside.
I then pulled out and she moved to straddle me, kissing me impatiently before using her hand to position my dick under her pussy. She sank down, prompting a mutual moan as she mounted me.
If sex was amazing between us in missionary, Kay in cowgirl is like magic. She lowered herself onto me and started moving, curving her back, her big breasts bouncing up and down as I grabbed onto her ass and then fondled her chest. She was bouncing on my dick, moaning. I stopped us for a moment and sat up further, leading us to grind against each other as I felt her vise tighten onto me.
“Oh my god,” she moaned, her eyes closed shut as she felt me thrust inside her. She ground her mons as her hot pussy enveloped me, her whole body in rapture.
“Fuuck,” I said, pulling her ass closer to meas I pushed up in time with her movement. The only thing on my mind was how good she felt, how much I wanted to keep fucking her, and how much I wanted to feel her cum.
Pushing our hot lips against each other and kissing deeply, I ran my hands up and down her back before rotating myself again so that I was above her.
“You should use your vibrator,” I whispered into her ear.
Kay looked up at me, her chest moving with her heavy breaths. “I caaaaan,” she said, “but I might cum too soon.” She wanted to savor the sex as much as I did.
“Use it,” I said, before grabbing her waist and pulling her lower body up. She gasped as I slammed into her. “I want you to cum around me,” I said, before increasing my tempo.
“Ohhhh my god,” she groaned, getting louder and moaning faster as I railed her.
I was fucking her hard, pushing deeper into her, causing her to cry out with pleasure with each plunge. I slowed after a minute, feeling that my last few thrusts had gone too deep and may have brushed against her cervix. It allowed me to calm down so I wouldn’t cum too quickly, and to let her reach over to the nightstand and grab her vibrator.
She pressed it onto her clit as I pushed inside her again, more carefully but still with force. I heard an “ohh fuuuck” escape her lips as I started to find a steady rhythm, feeling her hot cunt pulse around me as I sensually pounded her pussy. It didn’t take long before I felt her legs start to tremble, then clamp tightly around my waist.
“Oh god, ohhh GOD, fuckkk,” she flung her head backwards onto the pillow, her eyes closed tightly, her mouth open as she let out a load groan. “Fuck, oh goddddd.” Her orgasm hit her with the force of a waterfall, her perfect legs shaking and her body tensing as her canal got even tighter than I thought imaginable. It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen, and I felt my own orgasm build quickly.
“Fuckkkk,” I began to explode, pushing my hips forward, thrusting my cum deep into her as her hands gripped onto the bedsheets, my hot cum spurting out with each pump.
Coming down from our orgasms, we kissed in a post-coital glow, drunk with satisfaction, caressing each other’s body, before I slowly pulled off of her, feeling my sperm drip out with my exit.
“Looks like you had a good cum,” I said,smiling at her.
“Uh huhhhh,” she whispered, her eyes still shut and her perfect body trembling gently with the aftereffects of her orgasm. Her pubic hair had a slight glisten to it.
“I should help clean up the mess,” I said,kissing her, before slipping over to the bathroom to grab a towel. We cleaned up and then cuddled as we fell asleep.
Some say, lovemaking is an art. An art that requires prowess, dexterity, and a certain creative flair. That art can be beautiful, an aesthetic in and of itself, which brings delight to those participating in it.
It is a beautiful thing, indeed. And very, very delightful.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/103n7h4/a_conversation_about_pubic_hair_led_to_a
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