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WARNING : The following story contains graphic descriptions
of sexual acts performed between consenting adults.  If you
are not at least 18 years of age, or you find this brand of
literature offensive, then exit this file/message now.  (!)
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The Shave

   Relaxing back into the pillow behind her, Lori looked down between her
legs at the large, thick, bushy patch of hair that grew there. It was
black and curly and came nearly up to her waist line. When she became
aroused the hairs would glisten with moisture. More than once it had been
matted by a loverıs cum, taking days to clear out completely.
   Lori had always been proud of her hair and took extra pains to to
regularly shampoo and condition it; even giving it an occasional hot oil
treatment. As she laid there, she closed her eyes and remembered the
joyful feeling of running her fingers through the wet, soapy strands. She
remembered letting her slick fingers trace her lips and plunging them
between the folds to find the little nub. The ecstasy that followed as she
teased and tickled  that erogenous center.
   Now she felt a wet warmth and looked  down again to see a steaming hot
towel covering her mound. She could feel the heat penetrate her skin and
warm her deep inside. The heat growing in intensity but never becoming
uncomfortable; still she sensed her breathing increasing and she spread
her legs a little more to feel the cool air touch her warm skin in a
delicious tug-of-war.
   Lori fought the urge to reach down and touch herself. She wanted too
but knew it would break the spell of the moment. She still wasnıt sure how
she came to be in this position. She knew there wasnıt any logic to it.
But her lover wanted it and she could not bring herself to refuse the
request. A part of her had screamed ³NO!² but her ears had heard her voice
say simply ³Of course you may.² Now she laid back and prepared to lose the
hairs that had been with her all these many years.
   She remembered back to her childhood,  when as a girl of twelve she
would hold a mirror to herself and eagerly watch for the first hairıs
growth. It came first as a smooth down; velvety and nearly transparent. So
smooth and sparse that it was hard to tell if it really existed, but it
did and that soft fur signaled her start into becoming a woman.
   The first dark hair came in a few weeks later and Lori remembered her
joy. She remembered the tingling she got as she searched for more hair
growth. Her fingers pulling at her skin and moving her slit aside. She
remembered the dampness that flowed from her and the strange pull she felt
as she slid a finger inside herself for the first time. She smiled
inwardly as she recalled the intense tingle that spread through her young
body as she felt her first orgasm. How she had brought her wet fingers to
her face afterwards and smelled the musk of her fluid, hesitantly bringing
her tongue out to touch just a single fingertip then eagerly sucking her
own juices. She remembered how she had vowed to celebrate each new hair by
repeating her masturbatory discovery.
   And she had for weeks after that as more and more hairs grew from her
skin, each a cause of celebration. Soon she could no longer see her skin
under the dark patch and felt a pride in knowing she was a woman. Since
that day, she had cared for and babied her hair; letting the locks grow
until they had become the rich forest she had today.... a forest about to
be cut.
   Suddenly, snapping back to reality, she felt the cool air cover her as
the hot towel was removed. Looking down and at the same time feeling a
pull as her loverıs hand took hold of her bush. She felt what she thought
was each hair give way as the scissors made the first cut.
   She could feel the cold metal touch her skin as the blades came
together time and time again.
   She could see each handful of hair come free and be dropped into a pile
beside her body.
   She could  hear the quiet chopping sound the scissors made as they
sliced through each strand.
   She felt herself being transformed, but into what...............
   Willing herself not to say anything, she retreated back into her
memories. She thought of her first lover. The inexperience and fumbling
that each had tried to hide. She remembered the fingers pushing through
the very hair now being cut away. She remembered the slight pain as her
hair was pulled by her inexperienced partner. But she also recalled the
electrifying feelings those very touches brought her. The new heights of
ecstasy her young body experienced, the rapture of lust and love
intermingling. The evening had been the first time she had shared her
bushy mound with another and now it was going to be gone.
   A hand running over what was now just stubble brought her snapping back
to reality. She could feel each individual root as the fingers rubbed over
them. She could feel as the fingers passed over her slit and across her
inner lips which seemed to protrude slightly. This was different then what
she remembered from the distant memories of her....  adolescence? No,
childhood would be more appropriate she decided.
   Suddenly the fingers touch was replaced with another sensation,
slightly warm and smooth. It spread across her skin and penetrated her,
mixing with her own juices that flowed from within.
   Lori looked down across her breasts and saw her pubic region coated in
white. Whipping cream she thought momentarily... no, of course not her
mind told her, it was simply shaving cream for the task at hand. Closing
her eyes again, she drifted back into her memories.
   Memories of past encounters.. the sports star in high school; the
professor from college; on her office desk with a favored client .... each
was like yesterday but each faded in the glory of the here and now.
   In a distant region of her mind she registered the slight pull as the
razor slid across her skin. What was left of her luxuriant bush offered no
resistance to the sharp edge of the blade. The strokes of the blade were
long and sure, each starting high and moving to her slit in a single
swipe. The cool air now touched her skin directly, the first time in more
years than Lori cared to admit.
   She felt the blade change and begin itıs work inside her thighs. She
held her breath with each stroke, letting it out as a soft sigh when the
blade was picked up.
   This brought a soft chuckle and reassurance from her lover who rested a
palm on Loriıs breast before drawing a single finger down her body --
across her stomach and navel. Lori could feel the touch on her skin and
was surprised at the sensation for now the finger touched only skin, where
just mere minutes ago it would have been buried deep in her dark locks.
   The finger traveled down Loriıs leg and tenderly raised a knee and
spread her legs even more. Lori could feel the razor removing the last
remnants of hair from her; making sure she was as bald as newborn child.
   Her lover wiped off the small traces of shaving cream still remaining
and ran her hand over Loriıs now bare body. Lori looked on in fascination
and increasing rapture.
   She felt her loverıs tongue move across her and lap at her lips. As it
moved in between the fold of skin, Loriıs back arched and a moan escaped
her lips.....

               Lori knew then that her once loved bush was gone forever.


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