I rest on my back, studying the painted ceiling. A white fan spins lazily, and the grey light fills the room of the aesthetician. Nude and hairy from the waist down, I'm brushing my fingers along the sides of the paper bed on which I lie. *rip rip* *slap slap* I wince barely from the bristled fur being removed from my inner thighs, I almost relish in the sensation. The last time I was able to partake in a brazilian, I was pregnant. The lady who performs this service is efficient, but I'd prefer she didn't slap my thigh to draw attention away from the painful hair extraction.
I'll be returning to dancing soon, and returning to shaving my pussy lips several times a week, washing carefully with antibacterial bar soap and a soft loofah. Staring intently, making sure that I leave behind no strays or redness which might insult my beauty later. The men? I don't know what they think. Perhaps they don't care. But I do. Immaculate. That's how I like my vagina.
Shot by Sunshine Suicide!
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Love,
Casper Suicide
