The Waxing

Women love women and look at them. It's a simple truth that one sex is more alluring that the other, men have their beauty but it's harder and forbidding. Women have a soft beauty that draws you to them. It's the old siren call of myth.

She enjoyed pain and enjoyed having her cunt waxed, it just wasn't quite as good as having another woman's mouth on her pussy. It left her unsatisfied, but being handled like a women needs to be handled definitely kept her moist. Her waxer noticed, of course, and felt pleased herself that she could arouse her. It was their little secret.

When her man, asked to wax her, she knew it was a special occasion, not just maintenance to keep her lady parts smooth. He told her to let the hair grow for a few weeks, even though he hated stubble. A full bush or none at all was his motto. Many times in those weeks, she thought of him, his strong hands, and got wet with anticipation.

At last the day came. He had some heavy cotton tape, the kind boxers use to pad their hands and had set some thick sticky wax, almost tar, boiling on the stove. He ordered her to strip and lie on her back.

"We are going to do this all at once, so pay attention, individual hairs are weak but together grow strong, like the tiny fibers that join together into a rope that can hold a ship to a dock. If I just grab a hank of hair and yank. it won't just make you bleed, it will tear your flesh"

He gently cupped her whole cunt in his hand and rubbed on some oil to keep the wax from sticking to her skin.

"We have to have an angle so that the hairs are pulled one by one, like opening the teeth of a zipper."

He reached beneath her back and raised her like the yoga pose Setu Bandha and had her hold it while he worked the wax into her hair. It was hot and smelled like burning pine rosin. She knew exactly what to do and pressed her cunt high into the air offering herself up to him while he pressed the tape into place. Blood rushed from her cunt to her head and back, she was high on lust.

He pulled and in an instant of searing pain that transported her it was over.

She collapsed in a pool of her own juices.

He took her then when she was helpless.