Roll Back

I went to my daughter's school yesterday for a meeting with the Director of the school and her future teacher. While awaiting our appointment, things seemed a bit, um....breezy. After a few instances of feeling air in a place I shouldn't, I discovered that my fly was open. No big deal, but I'll add a few wrinkles (pun intended a little.) I was going commando. I get brazilian waxed. So, a gap in the pants in my case might be a little more revealing than a typical situation. I had visions of posters of my face hanging up all around the school that say, "If you see this person, call 911."

So, that's pretty much where it starts. Waxing. I'm kind of obsessed. I've always been turned on by a hairless pussy - not much in the world more beautiful than that. The pubic mound - the swell low on the abdomen - absolutely beautiful.

My wife went for a bikini wax and after going a couple times, took the plunge and got a brazilian. A brazilian wax has some different meanings, but I mean no hair left from navel to tailbone - I prefer no "landing strip." Well, the result was an epiphany. The slickness is fabulous, the sensation amazing, enough that I got geeked up about going for it myself.
I didn't think about it for long, made an appointment and before I knew it, I was opening the door and walking in. I'll save the detail for a later post, the process is actually pretty comical and my nerves were shot. But for today, I'll say the results are spectacular. Not just physical sensation, but it became a means for my wife and I to talk about new things, new sensations, and now, a revitalization of our sex life and a bit of an awakening for us as individuals (I know, corny.) It gives us an excuse to talk about what feels great, what feels different, etc. We enjoy each other more often, more tenderly, just more everything.

Individually, I am simply more aware of myself than I've ever been - a great feeling. And secure, in a new kind of way. At first, I was pretty wigged out about how people might think of me differently if they knew I got my balls waxed, now...don't care so much. Actually, maybe slightly the converse - I kind of like the idea of people being a little tripped out. Ok, I guess I care, to be honest, but I'm getting better about caring less.

So, this revitalization has led me a few places - a little quiet exhibitionism, toys, g-spots, nasty pictures (not quite ready to reveal those yet!,) and a lot of thinking/talking about sex. And here I am. Exposing a bit more.