Naked from the waist down, lying under florescent lights, a near stranger’s face six inches from my pussy and I am almost relaxed.
“Take a deep breath,” she says quietly.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip.
I hiss between my teeth. Pain radiates from my core – white hot, fiery pain.
Such is the nature of a Brazilian.
After nine months or so of this treatment, I no longer feel awkward. I’m no longer embarrassed by being so exposed to a stranger. There is something sultry and seductive about the whole process – if it were performed by a more willing partner, of course.
The heat of the wax against my skin. My cunt will be pink and sensitive for hours after this is over. In desperate need of soothing by gentle hands, lips, tongue.
The hands that manipulate my pussy to reach better angles. Warm, firm hands could have me quivering within minutes.
The sharp pain as the wax is ripped away. The pain is excruciating at times, but almost pleasurable in its fierceness. Stroke my clit and I would flood your hand.
The closeness of a face, of warm breath while checking all nooks, crannies, and crevices for a stray hair. Come a little closer, and you would smell my perfume. Taste me, you know you want to. After such a treatment, I would come in your mouth as many times as you’d let me.
Only four more weeks and the fantasy can begin again.
I had my first a month ago. Does it make me crazy that I want another? It’s odd to have someone inspecting your body so clinically and the pain does morph to a strange pleasure because I was wet. The whole experience was different. An attraction to pain?
I wondered the same thing about being attracted to pain.
After my first, I began to crave them. Even in the months when I really couldn’t afford one, I would scrimp, save, and cut expenses for it – because I HAD to have it…
It’s only been in the past month or so that I’ve noticed how erotic it really could be…I’m not attracted to women as a rule, but I promise if that chick made even the slightest move, I’d be willing in a second…the ultimate fantasy, I guess…
On the kinsey scale, I’m probably a 2 or a 3. I’d never act on it though. Ever. I think pain and some exhibitionistic/voyeuristic tendencies come into play. I’m vulnerable in that moment, which isn’t usual for me. I need to schedule another appointment speaking of which.
Just from a practical standpoint, don’t go too long between appointments…it gets much easier each time, but if you go too long between, it’s like starting from scratch…I did that once, and I won’t make that mistake again…there was NOTHING erotic about that experience…
I think some of my fantasies are simply because I’m missing the reality…and this gives me something to focus on…