There’s been a recent resurgence in women rocking a ’70s bush. I’ve been getting calls from guys who tell me they love a hairy pussy more and more over the last year. It seems like having pubic hair is back in.
I get it. I keep mine nicely trimmed, but nowhere near bare. After all, what is a Goddess, if not the ultimate icon of femininity?
The first time I had sex with my most recent lover, we had dinner and then went back to his place. As soon as the door was closed behind us, we were tearing off each others clothes, passionately making out; bumping into walls and furniture in our lust.
He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom and dropped me on the bed. I reveled in the weight of his muscular hard frame on mine as he claimed my mouth again. He kissed his way down my neck, to my breasts, sensually taking each of my nipples into his mouth and pulling on them with his tongue before he continued on down my stomach.
His fingers slipped inside of my panties and he let out a moan as he discovered my warm, wet, hairy pussy.
“Yes, yes…” he murmured into my pussy as he inhaled my sweet scent. “So many women are bare these days… you are a rare woman.” His tongue parted the veil of pubic hair covering my clit.
An hour later, I had to threaten him with a extreme spanking if he didn’t stop eating me out and fuck me.