August 04, 2005
talking out of school
Why the hell not?
The first time I laid Jennifer, she had a bush fit to make Davy Crockett a coonskin cap. She wasn't a hairy woman elsewhere, but her pubic area was fertile enough to grow a crop like underbrush. I had to fight my way through that tangle to get to the goodies underneath. At the time, I thought it was worth the struggle.
After we dated for a while, we took a bath together one night, and I offered to give her a haircut. She agreed, and I did a fine job. I trimmed that fur-bucket of hers into a nice, smooth Van Dyke, and I was proud of my work. It looked good enough to eat, so... never mind... I'm digressing.
The point of this post (if it has one) is the fact that looking at those old Playboy magazines today made me think about the way things have changed over the years. A LOT of wimmen shave their pubes now. I don't really like that.
Jennifer kept her Van Dyke (except when she turned it into a Mohawk for skimpy bathing suits) and I was quite happy with that. I don't like a totally bare cootchie. I like cootchie as much as any man, but the totally bald ones make me feel like a child molester when I see one.
I'm sorry if I offend any wimmen here. But a little bit of hair around that pie makes it look and taste a LOT better to me. Grown people have beards. I prefer it that way.
I don't want to hack my way through a forest, but I don't want something that looks pre-teen, either. You can find a happy medium somewhere in there.
Of course, that's just MY humble opinion.
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