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Click hereThe water is hot
Running off my body
Between my breasts
Off my nipples
Down the curve of my belly
To my pussy.
I lather the bubbles
Soft, sweet smell
And rub them to my skin
My hands brush my lips
Creamy skin made rough
Stubble, dark prickle.
My razor sharp,
Shining, glistening wet.
Unsheathed and ready.
Pulling the skin taut
I gently begin my attack
Gradual cleansing.
The blade cuts through
Easy, like butter
Leaving a path behind.
I bend and contort,
To reach every one,
Clear, smooth, perfection.
Fingers reaching,
Rubbing, checking.
Just to make sure.
Symmetry or none?
Nothing to remain I decide
Off it comes, one and all.
Later I check myself once more
Marvel at the site
Smooth soft belly
Continues down
Female form, unhindered
Perfection.
what a chore. Best leave it for a lover to do, or have that final laser treatment.
What could be more suggestive and sensuous than a woman shaving herself. Very well written.
Now there's a chore I so adore, for after the shaven area's dried there's a soothing lotion to slowly and gently rub in, which then may cause the reappearance of moisture; the solution to that is another tale...
<P>Now, is this your trademark game? Marvel at the site ~ or should it be sight? And actually either is fine, though I was expecting sight. Mindgames...</P>