Pubes away

It’s just before 3am. I’m woken by a hand in my hair slowly tightening, pulling at my scalp.  His mouth close to my ear. 

“I need to fuck you”

“Yes Sir.  Please Sir”

“Sit on my cock”

Slightly dazed I do as I’ve been instructed. We soon find our rhythm.


He pulls me down to him, my chest on his chest.  His hand tangles in my hair again holding my head still.  His mouth close to my ear and as he speaks his breath makes me tense. 

“Tomorrow when you shave, take it all off”

“All off Sir?”

“Yes, all of it”

“Even my landing strip”

“Yes, even your landing strip. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir”

His pace quickens.


I don’t remember ever taking all of my pubes off.  I always leave a thin landing strip.  It’s personal choice and just those few, short, hairs make me feel like a woman.  I look down as I touch the smooth area.  It feels nice but looks strange on myself.  I’m still unsure but if Mr E likes it I guess it will stay.


A few days later discussing my ‘new look’, Mr E says he doesn’t mind if I go back to my original look, he doesn’t have a preference.  He knew my reservations around taking it all off and that’s why he told me to do it. Well partly because he could, to push my buttons, and also curiosity, to see what it would be like.

14 thoughts on “Pubes away

  1. Brilliant image. I love this. I also quite like a small landing strip. It looks more flattering to me but often I take it off as HL quite likes it bare too x

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