Good Vibrations Magazine

The first time I ever shaved down there, it was for someone else. But if I’d known how hot it could be, I might have done it just for me.

I had always gone all natural; I had never even thought of shaving until Mark brought it up. He had mentioned it casually in the midst of a conversation about our turn-ons, something like “I think it’s really hot when a woman shaves her pussy.” But I could tell by the furtive way he looked at me when he said it that a woman shaved was somehow different than the other turn-ons he’d confessed to me — threesomes, teasing, lingerie. I could tell somehow that it was something he’d longed for, fantasized about. Something he wanted in a way that made me wet.

By the time we met again, I was smooth and ready. The first couple of days had been torture — never having shaved, I didn’t expect it to make me so sensitive. It felt like my clit was rubbing against my underwear all day long, and I was more easily turned on than usual. Then again, maybe it was thinking about Mark and how much — I suspected — it would turn him on. Or maybe it was just the knowledge that I was naked down there, my sex exposed in a way it never had been.

I didn’t tell Mark about it. I figured he would discover soon enough, and the excitement of keeping a secret made me hungry all night long.

When we went back to his place, I wasted no time in kissing him, holding him, practically dragging him into the bedroom and stripping his clothes off. We fooled around for a bit with me still dressed, the feel of his hardening cock pressing through my thin cotton dress arousing me more and more as we neared the moment when he would discover my secret.

By the time he eased me onto my back and slipped his hands under my dress, I was hotter than I had ever been. Mark took down my panties while I wriggled my way out of the dress, pulling it over my head and tossing it in a ball on the floor. His bedroom was dark; I hadn’t even taken the time to light candles, the way I usually did before making love. He wouldn’t know until he touched me.

Mark kissed his way up my thighs. I spread my legs for him, anticipating the moment when his tongue would contact my newly shaved pussy. It was one of the things I loved about Mark; he always lingered on me, taking his time, making love to me with his mouth like it was the most wonderful thing in the world. When his hungry tongue found my sex, it was like a bolt of lightning shot through both of us; I could feel him stiffen against me as he realized that I had shaved for him.

He didn’t say a word, but he said “thank you” with his mouth in a way that made me arch my back and cry out in pleasure. His tongue slid between my parted lips and caressed my pussy eagerly. He began to lick as if he’d never tasted a woman in his life, as if he’d been waiting forever for this single, frozen moment. His tongue found my clit and I clawed at the bed as he began to suckle eagerly, devouring me. I wanted to tell him to go slow — if he kept on like that, I was going to come without a chance to fuck him. But I had waited days for this experience, and as Mark’s face bobbed eagerly up and down between my spread thighs, I mounted quickly toward orgasm, my moans rising with each stroke of his tongue.

I came like a flash, my whole body lit up with sensation. I rocked back and forth on the bed, shuddering as my orgasm tore through me. He didn’t stop when I came. Normally, I’m too sensitive to take more right after climax — but this time, I lifted my hips and pumped my body against him, begging for more. His tongue seethed against me without missing a beat. He moved from my clit to my lips, savoring every millimeter of flesh that I had shaved for him. He licked my smooth sex all over, his tongue snaking from my entrance, up one lip and down the other, in swirls around my upper thighs, then back to my clit, driving me toward a second orgasm.

When I came again, even harder than before, I begged him to enter me, and rose to meet him with shuddering thrusts of my body as his cock slid smoothly into me. I was so sensitive from my orgasms, my cunt still spasming around his shaft, that the sensations of his cock inside me seemed heightened in a way they never had been before. I grabbed him and pushed him onto his back, rolling him over. His cock slid out of me, and as I mounted him, pushing it in again, it felt like he was fucking me anew. I worked my hips wildly up and down, fucking him deep into me, kissing him hard. Each stroke felt like a pulse through my naked body, heat flooding us both as I came again just before he let himself go, his cock filling me with his come. I trembled to a halt atop him, breathing hard, my pussy alive with new sensation.

Only one thing was disappointing: I’ll never be able to harbor that particular secret from Mark again. But with a man like Mark, there are so many secrets to discover.