One of my go-to fantasies for the past few years has been the following:
I make an appointment to visit a salon/spa to have a Brazillian wax done. When the appointment comes around, I go to the spa, and nervously fill in my details, waiting for my appointment to start. A therapist, kind and friendly, comes out of a room at the end of a corridor and welcomes me in, smiling at me as she asks me to remove my clothing and cover myself with a towel. She leaves, and I strip naked, lying down on the table and covering myself with the towel provided.
While I lie there, my heart is beating hard in my chest, and my nervousness is palpable. The therapist knocks on the door and asks if she can come back in. I signal that she can, and when she comes back, she starts to fiddle with the waxing equipment, making sure it’s the right temperature. She pulls the towel off me and asks what she needs to do. I indicate to her that I’m there for a Brazillian wax, and that I’d like to focus on removing the hair from the base of the shaft of my penis. With two fingers, she lightly holds the base of my penis to inspect the situation, and then lets go. It flops to one side, pulsing slightly.