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.
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.