The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends

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Month: May 2021

Tasting A Girl (Part One)

31 May 2021 /

I fucked my uni guy a lot. We weren’t a couple – I think we’d have killed each other. But we did have lots of sex, and decent sex, if a little formulaic, but he certainly did everything he could to please me sexually. I was pretty happy.

But all the time, I was noticing other uni girls, and I found myself wanting to bury my head between their legs and theirs between mine.

I knew some bi girls (none of whom I fancied) and on a few drunken occasions, I spoke to them about what I was feeling. They thought the feelings were definitely real, and that I might be bi, and helpfully, they said there was only one way to find out.

How on earth could I pull one of these girls I lusted after? After all, I was slightly overweight and definitely oversexed with cock, but with no experience of cunt.

And then one night, I got very very drunk, and we played one of those truth games. I mostly escaped the perils of the dice, but near the end, I had to answer, and my question was “Who in this room do you most want to fuck?” I should have carefully weighed up the pros and cons, I should have been thoughtful. I wasn’t. I was drunk. I blurted out Melissa, realised what I’d done, and then quickly moved the game on. I thought I’d got away with it. I thought she hadn’t heard.

I was wrong. I didn’t find out until the following day when, with a slight hangover, I went for a walk into the local town, and who should I see but Melissa breezing around in a light floaty summer dress, her long blonde hair billowing in the breeze. She looked utterly gorgeous, and it reaffirmed again that I really wanted to fuck her.

As she saw me, her face lit up and she came over. She leant in for a hug and I thought she had brushed her hand across my ass. Nah, I imagined it. Anyway, we had some lunch and chatted about all sorts of stuff. We mentioned the party the previous day, but nothing was said about me wanting to fuck her.

After the lunch, we started the walk up the hill to the university, and as we got close, she sat down on a bench and I joined her. After the conversation going on a bit, she asked what I had planned for the rest of the afternoon. I had nothing planned and said so, asking if she had anything in mind.

She leant in towards me, ever so gently touched her lips against mine and I felt a hand cup my right tit. Fireworks were going off in my mind, and she broke her lips away and said she was sure we’d think of something. I leant in and started a full on tonguey kiss that ramped up the sexual energy in an instant.

What I didn’t realise was that Melissa was having bi thoughts herself, and I was one of the ones she had noticed and had thoughts about. When I blurted out my little revelation, Melissa had to decide whether she wanted to explore her bi side, or just ignore it and carry on with men exclusively. She wasn’t sure until she met me in town, and that kiss was so electric that she knew, actually we both knew, that it was the right choice.

And within the hour, my head was indeed buried between her legs and I was getting my first taste of another cunt, a taste and desire I’ve never lost.

When we got back to her room, we were somewhat awkward. We sat down on the bed not touching each other, almost checking that the other wanted to carry on. Melissa slipped her dress off her shoulders and sat in her bra with the top of her dress bunched around her waist. I took my top off over my head and discarded it on the floor. I made a sign that indicated she should turn round, and I unhooked her bra clasp. She held her bra on by pressing her arms against her sides, then she turned round and allowed me to take the bra off her tits in a proper reveal. They were magnificent, and I instinctively lowered my head towards them. I kissed each nipple, then chose the left one to encircle with my tongue and to suck on. In that instant, I knew why men are obsessed with tits. Turns out I’m obsessed with tits too.

I licked and sucked on each nipple in turn, and squeezed and kneaded at her tits, but realised I needed to not tire my tongue out, as I had plans for it lower down. So, I leant back, and Melissa eagerly repeated what I’d done. There is something amazing about a woman sucking your nipples that is just not the same for a man. I suppose it is a gentleness, a respect, a knowledge of exactly what it feels like. It is special, and we both felt it.

After Melissa tended to my nipples and squeezed my tits for about the same time, she broke off and we kissed again, proper passionate kisses with full tongues, enhanced by our bare tits squashing against each other.

We broke off and looked each other over, Melissa reaching down for the buckle on my trousers. I let her undo it, then got off the bed and slid my trousers off onto the floor. It was at this moment that I was thankful that I had not bothered washing my clothes, so a tiny sexy thong was the only panties I had clean that day. I was also pleased I’d been for a trim down there, so I looked perfectly manicured. I wasn’t bothered how I looked for my man, but for Melissa, I wanted to be as perfect as I could be.

She signalled that I should twirl, and I turned round, her running her hand on my large but firm ass as I rotated. As my face got back to the front, she stood up, put her arms round me and embraced me, our tits squashing together and our lips attaching to each other.

After a good minute, I felt her right hand slide round my waist over towards my cunt. Her left hand, which was on my back, changed position as if to brace me, and as she broke my kiss, I felt her fingers reach inside my panties and start stroking at my cunt lips. I didn’t back away. I just gazed at her beautiful happy face and look in her deep blue eyes, as I felt her fingers expertly working on first the outer folds and then starting to dip in and out.

Her demeanour changed from loving and gentle to focussed and a little harsher. I felt my cunt getting wetter and wetter as she was working my cunt with her fingers, thrusting them in and out on a rhythm, her thumb nudging my clit with every stroke. The hand in my back stopped me backing away and kept her fingers in contact with my increasingly wet cunt, and soon I began crying out. She had me near, and she was going to make me cum, and it wasn’t going to be long. Finally, I came, and as my legs started to give way, the arm round my waist changed from stopping me retreating to holding me up, and she moved her other hand away and brought it to my mouth to lick.

The determined look faded away and she was back to loving, and I was hooked.

My New Office Chair

23 May 2021 /

I sat looking at this new arrival into our home office. It was a swivel chair on wheels, with a padded back in very similar fabric to our other office chairs, but with a plastic bucket seat, almost like a school chair, but adult-sized, a little deeper and with no hole in it.

I knew exactly what this was for, and I have to say I was ridiculously excited. This was a chair to wet myself on; the bucket seat would collect my piss and keep me sitting in it. I texted my husband (who ordered it), and he replied that he thought this would make me much more productive in the office. Yeah, right. It would make me much pissier and hornier, but I doubt more productive.

So, I put on a blouse and my work suit and settled down to start work, knowing full well that before the day is out, I would have wet myself in this new chair. I had a big bottle of drink to ensure my bladder was being steadily loaded during the morning, ready for him to return at about lunchtime.

When he did so, we were both already in character. I think he was pleased, not just with the chair, but he could tell from my movements that my bladder was fairly full, but I assumed I was going to be in for some serious desperation before I actually got to piss in the chair.

After a good amount of moving around working (each little movement putting a strain on my bladder), I settled down in my chair to do some computer work. My bladder was already full, but he kept topping up my glass to encourage me to top up my bladder.

At one point, I realised I had paused typing and was grabbing at my crotch. He had seen and asked me if I was OK. I said I was, but I did need a piss, but he insisted I finish this document first as it was urgent.

And so began the game. I finished something, drinking more liquid as I did it, asked to piss, and he said I needed to do something else first. And something else, and something else. I realised I could have just let go and pissed myself at any point, but where is the fun in that?

So, over the next half hour, I carried on drinking, crotch grabbing, squirming, and occasionally typing. At one point, he told me that going on and on about needing to piss was getting tiresome, and that I needed to do the job I was paid for without the interruptions. That little bit of role play really upped the game, and for the first time, I realised where this was going; he was setting this up delightfully.

After the fifth time I told him I desperately needed to piss, I was grabbing my crotch pretty much permanently. He told me to stop grabbing my crotch and carry on typing, and as I moved my hands away, I felt a small high pressure squirt. I clenched my muscles to try to stop it, but another squirt came and then the floodgates opened.

My face must have shown my predicament, as he realised and started asking if I was pissing. Was his nice professional secretary pissing herself in his office? He couldn’t believe how I had turned into this disgusting filthy bitch who couldn’t do her job without pissing herself. His words were turning me on enormously, but my bladder control had gone completely, and my piss was gushing out, seeping into the back of my skirt, and filling the plastic seat with a pool of my ever cooling piss.

There was no point in slowing the flow now, so I just let my piss seep out. He told me enough with the pissing obsession and to get typing again, so I started typing even as piss was still exiting my pisshole.

The ass area of my skirt was totally saturated and immersed in the piss, and I have to admit it felt rather thrilling.

A few minutes later, he asked if I’d finished pissing, if his lovely innocent professional secretary had finished pissing herself like a drunken tart, and I meekly said I had.

He said good and told me to stand up and bend over the desk. After I did so, I heard the camera taking pictures of my piss soaked skirt pulling tight over my ass.

Then he unzipped the two zips and lifted up the flap in my skirt to reveal my wet ass, moaning about his fingers being covered in piss. Then I felt his leather belt, doubled over to form a loop, impact across both my ass cheeks. It was clearly a hard strike, intensified by the wetness of my ass.

Another strike, then another, and the hard strikes were raining down at pace. After about a dozen, he stopped and zipped up my skirt, saying hopefully that would help me to think less about pissing and more about work. No chance, especially as the back of my skirt was still dripping and pulling taught over my burning ass, and that was before I sat back in the pool of piss and felt it flow back around my cheeks. It was soothing on my freshly tanned ass (and this is something I am not used to, as my ass usually has no soothing measures until well after the spanking session is completed).

As he told me what to do next, he put another glass of water in front of me as well. I sipped the water and tried to work, aware of the wetness around my ass, until about 20 minutes later, when he repeated the dozen spanks on my wet bare ass with his doubled up belt, and he repeated it every 20 minutes for a couple of hours, until I was fidgeting in my seat again. He saw me and told me I’d better not be about to piss again. I smiled sweetly at him, but my body movements must have given me away, as he knew my piss was flowing, topping up the puddle in the chair.

He couldn’t believe I was pissing myself again! He told me I had to learn pissing was not acceptable for a quality secretary, so once I had finished, he stripped my skirt and blouse off me, putting them into the piss on my chair, bent me over the desk, and began spanking me with his folded over belt again. I lost count of the number of strokes, but all the time, he was talking about me having to learn pissing was not acceptable. After he’d done, and my ass really was rather raw and painful, he told me to sit on top of my clothes back in the piss and stay there until my work was done, as he’d had enough of someone so disgusting.

I was there for about 30 minutes with the piss soothing my ass, sitting, and pushing my clothes into pool of piss. As he left the office, he was saying how he’d prefer his secretary to not piss herself every time she comes into the office. And yet I knew that was exactly what he had planned, and I loved it.

A Ton Of Anya (Part Two)

16 May 2021 /

She was trying her best to hold off her orgasm, but the feelings were growing and becoming overwhelming. Very soon, she wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. His balls swinging against and teasing her clit was the catalyst for what became a massive orgasm. She gripped the edge of the table, cried out loud and was tense and shuddering. He stopped his motion so that he could experience the full majesty of her orgasm, his cock suddenly feeling its tunnel being much slicker and temporarily tighter.

When her orgasm had clearly finished, he began gently moving in and out again, slowly increasing the power so that his balls were starting to touch her clit again. He still had a lot of longevity in his cock, as he was nowhere nearing orgasm, and so could increase the pace and increase the swinging balls. He realised that on the table in front of his was the real Anya, a cock hungry slut, rather than the public persona of Anya from school. He was drilling into the core of a hot fiery sex mad woman, who was determined to enjoy his cock. He realised her tone had changed again, and that she was about to cum again. Upping his pace brought it on, and he again stopped to feel her orgasm.

After she had cum her body looked drained, but her legs were open and keen for more of him. He started moving out and pushed back in again, as she weakly told him to wait, which he did with his cock fully impaled in her cunt.

After a couple of minutes, she told him to start again, and to be gentle. That was quite difficult as he wanted to really nail her hard, but he was as gentle as he could be, whilst still swinging his balls into her clit. After a while, she told him to go for it, and he steadily increased his motion again, slamming into her harder and harder. She was shrieking again, just as he felt the first twinge that he would soon be able to cum. He kept his focus and rhythm and she came again, another shuddering affair with her tense body going limp.

He started moving again fairly quickly, and she correctly guessed he was building up to cum again. As he slid in and out of her, she felt him getting really hard and bigger, the sign he was about to cum. She pleaded with him to hang on, as his slamming balls were working on her clit again. It took him all his focus to wait, but finally, he felt her tense and so he took the brakes off, and her tense shuddering orgasm coincided with him pumping cum into her well-used cunt.

He shrank out of her very quickly and stood admiring her cunt and ass. She looked back, seeing him eyeing the centre of her pleasure, and left him to look, until a few minutes later, he helped her off the table.

She wasn’t very steady on her legs, so he helped her to sit down. She asked for her panties back, as she was worried about leaving a cummy print on the sofa, but he said he’d keep them, as he wanted her with her messy cunt and short skirt as she went home. She feigned annoyance, but secretly loved it. She was happy to be reminded of their fucks, especially when it was because she was messy.

And so began what turned out to be exactly 100 fucks. They only stopped when Anya had to leave town with her parents. In fact, to reach 100 fucks, they had to fuck every day for the last week before she left.

Before their last fuck, they decided they wouldn’t keep in touch. She thought it would be too painful to stay in touch and not be able to fuck. He understood, and they decided to go out with a bang.

On the morning of her final day, they met at the flat and fucked “Cowgirl”, a position she loved, as she said she could feel him deeper inside her than in any other position they had found. She rode him for ages, managing to keep his cock hard, but nowhere near cumming. She was getting good at that, as there was nothing she liked more than a really long fuck.

He loved cowgirl with her almost as much because he spent half the time looking at her perfect pert 28G tits bouncing up and down, and the other half holding on to them. There was nothing more glorious and mesmerising (at the time) than a pair of large tits snapping backwards and forwards as her body motioned up and down, and she loved it too. She once told him after a particularly tit-snapping session that they ached a lot, but that ache reminded her of their fuck for the rest of the day, so actually she quite liked it. Mind you, the tit twisting caused by holding on to them whilst fucking causes them to ache too, and she loved that as well. The bigger her cowgirl motions, the more they twisted and the more they snapped, and, to quote her, “she isn’t there to be kind to her tits”. Sounds just like me!

He wasn’t there to be kind to her cunt either. He always kept her panties after a session, making her go round with a messy cunt for the rest of the day. He returned them the day after, returning all of them, except that first pair, which he got her to sign in black marker pen and kept. Despite knowing she’d have no panties on their fuck days, she still went round in her skirt that was shorter than regulation, and she didn’t try to hide the sex smell either. This was a young woman in full control of her sexiness and not being afraid to show it. This was the exact opposite to me in my early days, but exactly like I am now!

On the afternoon of her final day, they repeated the bent over the table fuck, again, with her keeping him nowhere near cumming for a long time. She had been very clear with her instructions. He was to just fuck her as hard and fast as he wanted. She knew her cunt would get very sensitive, but she’d done this before, and with persistence, the sensitivity went away. He could hear her sobbing, but he knew it was because this was their last fuck, and after he managed to get them to both orgasm for the final time, at the end of a long arduous session, he carried out her final instructions. He didn’t say anything, he just left her bent over the table, dripping cunt exposed, he picked up his clothes and left the room. He got dressed in the hall, left his key on the stand and just left the flat. He could hear her properly sobbing, but she knew she’d be like this, thus she came up with the plan.

He never saw or heard from her again, but he talks very fondly about her, and often wonders what happened to her. She was his first ever fuck, and a person he cared for quite deeply. I think he loved his Anya. Not the public persona, but the woman she was in private. 100 fucks and just walking away was really hard, and he didn’t fuck anyone else for months.

A Ton Of Anya (Part One)

10 May 2021 /

So, with Anya thoroughly and publicly fucked, both of their reputations were enhanced by what happened at the disco. The week after the disco, one of Anya’s posse passed him a message that she wanted to see him. He suggested lunch at a café in town, and at the appointed time, he arrived at the café.

Anya was already there and looking ravishing. She was sat at the table in her school uniform. But she had loosened her tie and undone enough buttons of her shirt so that you could see her fire red bra in the gap. Mind you, her blouse was fairly thin, so you could vaguely see the bra through that too, and she had her hair down and fluffed out to create a full mane.

She beamed as he arrived and offered him the seat opposite her. He was curious as to why she wanted to see him, but with her looking like that and oozing sex appeal as she was, he really wanted to fuck her again.

So, after their food was delivered, she turned discussion to the disco, and how fabulous she felt at the time and afterwards. He agreed, adding that the way she looked today, he wanted to do it again. She smiled, saying how nice that would be, and then she went on to say that she was thinking at least once a week, although at times she’s really horny rather more often and wants him to oblige, rather than having to get someone else. In today’s language, she was offering a friends with benefits arrangement with exclusivity.

He calmly agreed (not wanting to let his lust come out to make him sound like a fool), and he suggested they should fuck this afternoon after school, which was just as she hoped. As they were finishing the meal, he told her to go into the café’s toilet, remove her panties and give them to him. It would give him something to smell all afternoon whilst they were in classes and being pantyless would remind her all afternoon too.

She came back and placed them on the table next to him. Yet another tiny thong, this one matching the fiery red of her bra, and when he had a chance to smell them, it was clear she has masturbated into them before taking them off. This girl was on fire. She told him where to meet after school, and they parted to go back to their classes. Although they were each so distracted, there was little point in either of them being there.

Having learned precisely nothing all afternoon, he hot footed it to the meeting point, getting there before Anya. She emerged into view in the distance taking her hair down out of a pony tail and undoing the top buttons on her blouse again. It really felt like she was making an effort, and he wondered if his words from the disco about convincing him she really wanted him was part of this.

As she got very close, she dropped her bag and flung her arms round his neck, going straight in with a full tongues kiss that went on for ages. When she finally came up for air, she told him he was a rotter, because her cunt has been getting slick all afternoon and she didn’t even have any panties to save her. He looked down at her plaid skirt, and that was definitely shorter than regulation, and she admitted she even had trouble to not flash. Mind you, it had whipped her up into a lustful frenzy, so it was worth it!

His cock was rock hard, and she could clearly see it. She rubbed it with a hand, saying that it looked like he had a problem that needed dealing with, which he said he had. So, in need of cock, she revealed the plan. Her older sister had a flat two minutes away, and she’d be at work from 8 until 6 on weekdays. So, she told Anya that they could use her flat whenever they liked when she was at work. She even gave Anya a key to give to him so he could let himself in if he was there first (Anya already had a key). It was a genius plan; their own little weekday love nest, where they didn’t have to be concerned about being discovered. They could just fuck with impunity. It suited them both, as neither set of parents would even contemplate them fucking at their respective homes.

They headed off to the love nest, his cock getting harder at the thought of impaling this lovely woman’s cunt again. He warned her that his first cumming would be quick, but he should be able to go again soon after.

They slammed the door to the flat and Anya disappeared into a room. He followed to find her bending over the dining room table, flicking the back of her skirt up over her waistband, proudly displaying her ass, with her cunt visible between her legs.

She heard his trousers slump to the floor and felt a large and hard cock press against her cunt lips. There was no foreplay here, they’d been warming up all afternoon. With even pressure, he just pushed his hard cock into her until his balls smacked on her clit. Not a word was uttered as he began rhythmically driving into her cunt, each time his balls swinging and brushing her clit, and each time her clit was brushed, she did a little squeal.

But his prediction was right. He got very big very quickly, and with very little control, he deposited a load of cum deep into her cunt. He pulled out, his cock not totally limp, and he walked round the table to near her face and offered his cock to her mouth. She rearranged herself to have a hand by his cock and started working it, occasionally sucking it into her mouth but mostly pumping it in her tight fist.

After a couple of minutes, they both felt it start to harden, and once she was happy with its hardness, she let go and rearranged herself back to be ready to receive it in her cunt. She didn’t realise that behind her on the wall, there was a long mirror, so all the time she was making his cock hard again, he was looking at her quivering cunt in the mirror. What a fabulous and inviting view.

He went back round behind her, parted her cunt lips with his fingers and gently impaled her for his full length. Then he started driving in again, trying to particularly make his balls brush against her clit again. He thought he had a chance of making her cum with the rhythmic contact with her clit, and he loved the sensation of his balls swinging and smacking into her body.

But he had only just cum, which meant he had a lot of stamina. His cock was hardening all the time, and yet he knew he was nowhere near cumming. But the way her body had started moving was indicating to him that she was getting close. He upped the pace, especially trying to exaggerate the swing of his balls, and as he upped the pace, the volume of her moans upped as well. Not long now, and he’d have her cum for him.

Forever Smooth (Part One)

4 May 2021 /

So, what couldn’t I wait to be allowed to do again? Two things really, and not being able to do either had been a real downer for me during the lockdowns.

The first one was sex parties. I missed them. I missed the glory of watching other people have mind-blowing sex, I missed having an audience, I missed the visual feast, I missed the intoxicating sounds and smells, and I missed the exhilaration of performing. We have plans for a few sex parties, and they’ll set the house on fire when we can do them. Hopefully, that will be soon.

The second one was electrolysis. Having planned some treatments last autumn, I was stopped the day before the treatment plan was due to start, and 4 months later, I have only just got started. That has been a very frustrating time, but the delay turned out quite emboldening.

You see, me having electrolysis is not without precedent – about nineteen years ago, I helped a friend out who needed someone to do electrolysis on for her college qualification, by volunteering my armpits to have the hair removed. Now electrolysis is painful, but a few hours of pain has produced nineteen years of virtually hair free armpits, which I consider to be a very good deal. (Also, how painful is it really compared to 30 strokes on the ass with a tawse?) At the time, I got the electrolysis for a bargain price, but I haven’t been able to afford commercial electrolysis to have more done.

Well, one night during the first lockdown, we ended up discussing body hair, and it turns out all three of us have bits we’d like to have done. My husband had been shaving his armpits since well before lockdown started; he found it did wonders for smell and fancied making it permanent. Vicki, having seen and licked my armpits, wanted hers done too. And me? I hate my leg hair, I hate shaving leg hair, and I hate the way the slightest bit catches and interferes with stockings.

My husband of course rather fancied Vicki and I both being hair free below the neck, even though he did enjoy waxing our pubes. Neither Vicki nor I were sure whether we wanted to go that far, although I did like her idea of leaving pubes in a heart shape and clearing the rest.

My husband did point out how much hair was an impediment to cake sits, which is why he waxed us both to within an inch of our lives the day before. Trying to suck icing out of pubes is very annoying, and I hate getting pubes stuck between my teeth, but it would be fantastic to be cake sit ready at all times and therefore able to have an impromptu cake sit.

Now, I like my man to have a little fuzz on his chest, some hair to run my hands through, and his chest hair is so fine and soft, it is lovely to snuggle against.

But there is certain hair on his body that I wanted to deal with. He had a strip over each shoulder that made him look like he’s wearing a tabard, and his back hair wasn’t symmetrical, so I thought it would be good if this was all tidied up with some nice shaping towards the top of his body. Vicki isn’t keen on back hair at all and would like him to lose it completely. I wouldn’t mind that one bit. The other thing I’d like to deal with is his balls and round to his ass. Both Vicki and I would suck his balls and lick his ass a lot more if they were hair free. Obviously, there is a lot there to excite him.

Now I know these sound like easy decisions, but as my armpits showed, these are permanent changes. It is not like you can decide you have made a mistake and just let the hair grow back. Once they’ve been done, there is no changing your mind. No winter fuzz and summer shave, no deciding you want a pubey triangle after years of being hair free. Once you’ve had the electrolysis done, there is no going back, and therefore it is a big decision. We could have waxed our whole bodies as a test for whether we liked it, but none of us fancied the hassle of waxing everything – that is why we were considering electrolysis in the first place.

As we were still earning pretty near full money throughout the lockdown, and we were saving through the combination of Victoria moving in and a lack of commuting, we could afford to splash out a little. So last November, we booked a consultation with an electrologist with a very good reputation. All three of us talked through our desires and concerns and each had committed to a first step – leg clearance for me and armpits for Vicki and my husband, but as I said, we never actually got started.

But it turned out that the wait did us good. It allowed us to think each think it through without any particular pressure. The longer we went on, we were all frustrated and emboldened: I went all “take it all off. I’m not having this again. All of it!” (Actually, when I described it to our electrologist, she thought it was hilarious, but she suggested we start with the legs anyway). Vicki had decided on armpits, pubes, and ass (to be cake sit ready), and my husband decided on armpits, balls, ass, and shoulders. That’s a lot of electrolysis between the three of us, and we did get a bulk discount!

And with the enforced wait, the more each of us was thinking of having removed. Vicki had suggested my husband have his pubes cleared too, which would leave him with isolated patches of hair on his chest and possibly his back, as well as his legs. She found some pictures online of hair done this way, and I have to say, if it was done well, it would be nice. I was still thinking full clearance (apart from the pube heart) for me, particularly to be cake sit ready, and Vicki might yet do her legs, which would amount to a full clearance for her. We’ll each be able to check out the other’s bodies before making a decision to press on, and I can see smoothness only encouraging us more. I suspect my husband might be proved right, as I can see Vicki and I ending up with no hair at all below our hairlines, and that wouldn’t be a bad thing. I told you I’d come over all “take it all off!”

So, we all got sixty minute slots roughly every two weeks to get us started, and we are two sessions in. My legs and thighs have had the thickest hairs removed, and so I’m currently left with just the soft fine hairs. She’s also started on my ass, as I want to be cake sit ready for my birthday next month. My husband’s armpits and balls are mostly cleared, and his shoulders and ass have had the thickest hairs removed. Vicki’s armpits and ass are mostly cleared, and her pubes and bikini line are being cleared from the outside in.

Our electrologist is very meticulous, but also very quick, and if we all want everything cleared, we should need no more than 6 more sessions (followed by the occasional follow-ups over the coming year). So, by late summer, we should have removed all the hair we are going to, and we should be ready for sex parties, cake sits, nudist beach visits, naturist gatherings, swingers clubs or anything else we hope to get up to!

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