Holy O-U-C-H!!

For a long time now I have been toying with the idea of having a brazilian waxing done. For anyone unfamiliar with the term "brazilian waxing", basically it means the entire nether-region is cleaned up, removing ALL the hair in that area via the hot wax method. The other option is the infamous bikini waxing, where the hair is just pretty much cleaned up around the edges and trimmed down so that when you wear your bikini it doesn't look like you have a hay stack stuffed down your drawers.

Like I said, I have been thinking about having this done for a while now. Actually, one of my favorite girlfriends (you know who you are ;)) has this done, and I can say beyond a doubt that it has it's benefits. *wink-wink* When she told me about it, I started thinking maybe I'd like to have it done. Of course, I've been in the beauty industry for over 25 years, so it's not like I had never heard of it before. I've worked in salon's where this service is offered, but I never opted to have it done myself. I am such a wimp when it comes to pain of any kind, and the thought of someone ripping out my pubic hairs always made me cringe. At the same time I have always loved the "no hair down there" idea, so I would usually take care of it myself using a razor. The only problem with the razor method is that it doesn't take long before you are dealing with razor stubble and the new growth itch. And that's if you aren't already dealing with razor burns and possible nicks and cuts.

Well, a few days ago I grabbed my razor and started to do my usual shower ritual, when I started thinking about how often I heard that the waxing method makes the hair grow back softer, not to mention that when the hair is pulled out at the root, it takes longer to grow back. At that point, I set my razor down and decided that it was time for me to get the courage up to have this waxing process done.

So, yesterday morning I was laying in bed, and I got that first thing in the morning horny feeling, and reached down to start pleasuring myself when I felt the hair that I should have shaved off a few days before. Ugh! That's when I decided it would be "the day". The thought of having that baby smooth feeling actually made me more excited, so I buzzed my way to a smile, and then rolled out of bed and made an appointment for my first brazilian waxing. Lucky me, the girl who does my eyebrows also does the 'other' waxings, and she just happened to have an appointment open at 1:00. Good thing too, because I probably would have chickened out if she couldn't get me in that day, lol!

After making my appointment, I sat here drinking my coffee feeling excited about the prospect, as well as nervous. I still wasn't looking forward to the ripping action of this service, but I was determined to go through it anyway. The excitement and nervous feeling continued to build until it was time to head to the salon.

Finally it's 1 o'clock, and I find myself in a small private room that I am familiar with, since it is the same room I go into to have my eyebrows waxed. Then my stylist walks in and tells me to remove my pants and panties and crawl under the sheet laying there. She steps out of the room for a few minutes so that I can get situated, and as I'm lying there I'm thinking to myself, "am I really doing this?? Oh shit!" Then there's a knock on the door, and I hear her ask if I'm ready. Uh, no, not really, lol - but I tell her to come in, and thus begins the service.

She moves the sheet to the side, exposing the edges of my pubic area - this is an experience all it's own, because she's stroking the hair up and down, left and right, trying to get an idea of what direction the hair grows so she knows what direction to pull the hair out. Eek! If my brain hadn't been wrapped around the fact that this was going to hurt, her hair swirling touch might have been erotic. As it was, I knew this was not going to be pleasant, and I couldn't think of anything but, "oh shit, here it comes."

Next she pulls out the clippers. Apparently the hair needs to be shortened before the waxing, so she turns on her clippers, and with slow humming movements she starts to shorten and shape my bush. Again I am trying to think sexy thoughts here, and if truth be told, my stylist is really cute. But then she turns her back to me, and when she turns towards me again she's carrying a large tongue depresser oozing with wax all over it.

Hot wax on your body is not all together unpleasant. It's not really hot - more like really warm, which is another interesting experience. But I am so bracing myself at this point that kinky thoughts totally elude me. Then she grabs a large strip of fabric, lays it over the hot wax, rubbing her fingers over it to get the wax to stick while it cools, and then R-I-P!

HOLY SHIT!!!!

Have you ever seen a picture of a cat hanging from a ceiling by it's claws, with that wild -hair wild-eyed look? Uh - yes - that was me yesterday.

For 30 minutes I lay there, feeling the yummy buzz of her clippers trim down the hair, teasing me with her soft swirling touch, only to be brutalized by her hot wax. Ladies and gentlemen, we're talking S & M at it's best! Why, oh why, do we women subject ourselves to this torture??

On a side note, somewhere through this whole process the sheet that was initially covering me ended up on the floor. This is not a service where shyness is a factor. I went from laying there half covered, to laying there totally and completely exposed, with my legs spread wide open while my stylist worked. What's amazing is how professional the stylist was through the whole thing. I guess in her eyes, "you've seen one, you've seen 'em all!" And, of course, I'm really not shy, so it didn't bother me in the least either.

When it was all over my skin was red and extremely tender to the touch. I lay there for a minute wondering why I put myself through that. Then she hands me a mirror, and says, "Take a look." Oh my! Pretty! Then I reached down to touch it, and OH MY!! It was SO SOFT! Nothing, and I mean NOTHING like when I have used my razor!

Afterwards when I was on my way home, I couldn't help getting excited about showing my new bareness to Hubby. And I have to say, there is a whole different sensitivity to that area, even with the soreness I was experiencing from the whole ordeal. By the time I got home I was wet and ripe and ready to jump Hubby's bones. And when I showed him my new look and feel, I must say, he got quite hard - uh, I mean, enthusiastic! hehe

As of today - 24 hours after this experience, I am still a little red and tender. Would I do it again? ABSOLUTELY!! I've already made my next appointment! :) While the pain is really not pleasant by any means, I have decided the pain is well worth the pleasure to follow.