**Again, sorry about the site, I am slacking badly on development, but I like blogging.**
I don’t remember when I started growing pubic hair, but it was young because I firmly remember its presence when my first period announced itself the summer before 6th grade. How do I know? Because my mother had deemed tampons immoral & I was relegated to wearing what felt like diapers, but that is a discussion for another day. For having pale skin, blue eyes & soft, straight, golden brown hair; my pubic hair was coarse, dark & very curly. Then, as now, it looked completely mismatched. I remember being excited when it first started coming in, I’d been touching myself for a little while already & this meant I was becoming a woman. My glee was quickly abated by the arrival of my period, which was brutal. I learned very quickly what menstrual cramps were & that sometimes changing a pad in 2 hours isn’t quick enough. The blood had a tendency to create dreads in my pubic hair that I had to use soap or a comb to get out. That would happen in the 8 hours from night until morning. I shaved once during the summer in middle school & gave myself razor burn so badly that applying menthol to the affected area seemed like a good idea. Needless to say, it was not, and was another traumatizing experience. After that, I pretty much suffered through the periods, until I got a part time job my freshman year of high school & had some spending money to buy my own tampons.
That part time job also became the venue for losing my virginity, again a discussion for another day. In short, the boy I was seeing came over on a slow day, & fucked me on the couch in the back room. By itself, it was a traumatizing experience; however, a couple weeks later at school, I began hearing everyone talking about how hairy my pussy was. I wasn’t the only girl at the time who didn’t groom, but mortified nonetheless. The complaint wasn’t that I didn’t groom, but that my pussy is abnormally hairy. These rumors affected not just me, but any girl in school who thought what other people cared. By my sophomore year, everyone I knew shaved their pussies bald, it was just what was done.
I continued to shave, through high school, through college, through basic training, even though they told us not to, & then when I began escorting, I decided to start waxing instead. The concept of having anything but a bare pussy didn’t really occur to me. My own grooming wasn’t skilled enough for a landing strip & the difference in textures annoyed me. I found the aesthetic of hair repulsive, & considered anyone who didn’t groom to be lazy or unhygienic. 13 years of shaving had made my skin immune to razor burn & at first the waxing looked fantastic. I never did get it to work the way I thought it should have though, one cycle of the hair would start growing back two days later, so I was seldom ever completely bare. I usually had a very thin soft furry cover. Still this was preferable to daily shaving, so I waxed for almost two years. I finally had to stop as the skin had become completely irritated to the point of cystic ingrown hairs. It was so unpleasant to look at that for a couple months I wore crotchless panties to every appointment & was loathe to remove them. This isn’t particularly plausible situation for someone who makes her living off her cunt, it had to be rectified.
The hair growth began purely as an attempt to regain skin health, then I became curious to see what it would look like all grown out. After all, it hadn’t been grown out since I was 14. I like exploration, and this was something new. It took about 3 months after the last waxing session to grow it all the way out. I quickly realized why my skin had been having such problems, the pubic hair was coming out with split ends. It wasn’t strong enough to push through the skin as I suspect it hadn’t been being pulled from the follicle but rather breaking off underneath the epidermis. It took about a month longer for my skin to be 100% again. I still do a bikini wax from time to time, but I will never do regular Brazilians again. For my body chemistry & physiology, waxing simply is not a good fit.
What does fully grown out look like on me? Well everywhere from pubis mons to taint & around my anus are furry as hell, I’ve posted pictures. I can’t wear a regular bathing suit or it looks like a baby Sasquatch trying to escape. I still don’t love the aesthetic of it, particularly the hairy ass crack & thigh creases, but I wax so irregularly now that the last time I did it, the ensuing red skin & bumps looked far worse than the hair had. I can’t even imagine what taking a razor to the area would do.
Now I was fully grown out, & to my happy surprise, the majority of my clients either didn’t bat an eye lash or were now fully enamored with my fresh plumage. I did have a couple who told me if it stayed bushy, they were gone. I happily waved goodbye. Very quickly I began to be spoiled with cunnilingus, it had never particularly done much for me previously. I would let someone eat me for a couple minutes out of obligation if they wanted to before asking for fingers inside me as I needed the force. My wonderful alpha had apparently been hiding a preference for a natural pussy from me. He is very good at respecting whatever my current bodily choices are, but when it started getting longer it was a magnet for him. He would eat me for what seemed like hours & then finally one day I came from it.
It was like when I finally discovered how to make myself cum in college, I couldn’t get enough of it. Anyone who came over was pretty much required to spend time with their tongue on my clit. Here’s the thing about eating me though…I’m hardly a cold fish. Here’s how it works these days.
I like to start with some foreplay; deep kissing & nipple sucking are favorites. I’m particular about both & will instruct as to my preferences. After 10 minutes or so of the above, my vagina is thoroughly moistened, my clit is swollen, sometimes even hard & it’s oh so achy. I hit a point in the foreplay when the blood to my brain stops & it all goes to my clit. From that point forward, all my body knows how to do & all it wants to do is cum. Anyone reading this who has touched my clit will laugh at the next sentence. It is now so sensitive initially that about 95% of the time, someone’s first touch is met with a yelp, a jump-back or a screamed obscenity, depending how forcefully they approached it. Even the men who know & love it regularly are frequently chastised because it’s as sensitive in the beginning for me as the head of their cocks after cumming. Every single nerve ending is perked up.
I have them touch it very slowly, with a flat finger or tongue at first, just to get the engorged clit used to the tactility. It doesn’t take long for me to require more pressure, a second or two, & I’m pretty sure I have an instructive script to make me cum that first time. “Do this, do that, lick there, suck here, don’t fucking do that, etc.” A little faster licking usually pops me that first time, & when I cum, oh man, it’s a show. I stop breathing, for a long time, long enough to have scared people; it’s not uncommon for my eyes to roll back or shut completely. I arch my back, needing my clit as close to the source of stimulation as possible. I tend to grab the back of their head or hand, whatever is stimulating me, & push it into me harder, again, needing maximum pressure in that moment. I utter a raucous vocal crescendo right to the point of orgasm but as soon as I start cumming & stop breathing, I go dead silent. I’ve been told it’s rather eerie looking, & fairly intimidating the first time it happens. Do I cum in 5 seconds? Truthfully I’m not sure, sometimes it’s more, & sometimes less. I’m usually so flooded with oxytocin that I’m not forming short term memories, but only nebulous impressions of what has just occurred. No complaints though, my orgasms feel fantastic. There is not a shred of humanity or rationality to me when I cum, I am a completely instinctual hedonistic creature.
My clitoral orgasms have a cycle, analogous to a Sine curve or traditional roller coaster, there are definite peaks & valleys. When the orgasm is ending, I don’t want the stimulation to cease abruptly, I want to be brought down slowly; run, jog, walk. Then hang out in that valley, play idly or stimulate other areas. By that point I’d have sticky cum oozing out of my vagina & I’d want that licked up or fingered. My anus is also a cluster of nerve endings that delight in being licked & stretched, & from which I can also orgasm. Essentially by this point, nearly anything done to me will result in an orgasm. I can cum from anal licking, fingering, fucking, stretching, etc. I can cum from spanking on occasion, from being bitten in specific areas on occasion, if in possession of the proper level of arousal, all I need is pressure on the right nerve, often the pudendal, although the nerves around my deltoids & shoulder blades are favorites as well.
In the last couple months, I’ve been forced to admit that my clitoris has physically grown, almost double in size, which isn’t saying much. I was forever the girl with the tiny inaccessible clit that would only perk up if I were highly mentally aroused, which in my early 20’s was rarely ever. Pussy eating didn’t do much, & I used a Hitachi Magic Wand nearly every day. That ended abruptly about 2 years ago after a couple months of chiropractic care unkinked a bunch of nerves in my lower back & one day it was simply too much. I transitioned to using one finger, usually the index or middle on my right hand to rub my clit to orgasm. Depending on my mental state, that would take anywhere from 5 minutes to well over an hour, but damned if I wouldn’t rub it until it came. For years, my masturbation was a comfortable routine. Then my clit grew. At its current size, I actually had to relearn how to masturbate using two fingers instead of just one. I was laughing at myself struggling the first couple times.
I had to wonder, why the hell did it grow? I’m not having more sex; I’m actually having less than I did a couple years ago. I am, however, having much, much better sex. I’m getting head almost every appointment, so literally hours of having my pussy eaten every week, as my partner loves doing it as well. That is hours of significantly increased blood flow to all those fun parts including the clitoris, which is composed of, amongst other things, muscle tissue. Muscles get stronger & bigger the more you work them out. Better sex + head = bigger clit. But what caused the better sex?
Full natural pubic hair! Ever heard a guy say an uncircumcised cock is more sensitive? We as sex workers know they are. The skin provides protection, so the nerve endings on the head of the cock never have to develop calluses or tolerances to being touched. Uncircumcised cocks always feel so weirdly smooth to me (I’m sure anyone who lives where uncircumcised are the norm thinks cut cocks are strange.) We women have clitoral hoods, but depending on your physiology, that may or may not offer the clit any actual protection. A full bush however, especially one like mine, which has thick coarse 2-inch-long hair, takes on the mantle of foreskin. It offers that layer of protection that allows the clit to become more sensitive. Mine tends to push to the middle, kind of like the roof to an A Frame house if the roof was made of hair that could mesh together & essentially make a closed system. The clit is completely protected, therefore its nerve endings become more sensitive as there isn’t anything rubbing directly on them, like panties. I could tell I was getting more sensitive as the hair grew out, but wasn’t 100% sure that was the cause until I spoke to my esthetician. She told me it isn’t uncommon for women in 30s-50s to wax everything but leave a small bit all around the clit to keep that little shield. So this is hardly a new or undocumented phenomena. But for someone who grew up in the age of bare pussy like I did, it’s all been an epiphany.
Hygiene, often touted as the reason to remove all hair. My generation grew up thinking hair was gross & those who didn’t groom were nasty. It can be a valid reason, as a natural pussy does require a little bit more care. I can’t say as I’ve had any issues getting piss in the hair when I go, can’t see why I would. After sex I wipe all the stickiness away, washing with soap if necessary. The hair absolutely can trap things inside so it requires being rinsed or patted dry pretty often but I’m one for letting the vagina take care of itself, so I seldom squirt anything inside there. I do condition or oil the hair 3-4 times a week, to keep it soft. The first two years I had my IUD I didn’t get periods so blood wasn’t even remotely a concern, now I get them every other month but they’re very light so a small tampon or panty liner is sufficient. I can’t say as I’ve recently experienced the traumatizing pussy dreads that I did as a preteen. So as long as one knows how to clean their pussy, natural pussies tend to have better hygiene as that’s how they’re designed to function at peak efficiency. I regularly maintain a perfectly neutral pH which is reflected in my pussy’s taste which is watery with an occasional hint of musk, & my cum is watery with just a touch of sweet. If one does not know how to clean their pussy, the result can be most unpleasant.
Over the last 20ish years I’ve gone from an awkward traumatized kid, afraid of her own genitalia to an empowered woman, with a cunt of gold. I went from having uninspiring, blasé sex to having the best sex of my life, & better sex than most people ever have. I love my pussy, if I could eat myself, I’d probably starve to death for lack of doing anything else. I don’t want to share my pussy with everyone, but I wish that everyone could fuck someone like me just once in their lives, or that I could fuck in front of the entire world, so that people could know & see the pinnacle of human sexuality. I want them to know what is possible, that being orgasmless is a choice & there are ways to choose otherwise, if the mind is open. Short of that, I want people to read this & think about their own pussies or cocks. How well do most of us truly know our own bodies? Take a little time with yours, experiment. Worry less about societal dictates & focus more on personal fulfillment.