I’ve already elaborated on my first ever glimpse of a shaven, female pudenda – it was one of those heart stopping moments in childhood when you feel a little hot at the back of the neck and your breathing becomes very shallow. Sexual awakening? I’m not sure it was quite that, but there was something disturbing my hormonal balance for sure.
Apart from the odd glimpse of a female snatch, the rest of my ‘sexual education’, when it came to the object of this man’s desire, was in the adult magazines of the 1970s: Knave, Fiesta, Playboy, Mayfair, the list goes on and on. The fact is, they were mainly filled with young ladies displaying their nakedness thatched with a veritable briar patch of pubic forestry. Usually, there wasn’t even an attempt to tame the growth with trimming or topiary.
My developing sexual tastes always harked back to that very first, that very smooth cunt that had flashed across my vision for a couple of seconds at most.
Now and again, one of the magazines would advertise on its front cover, ‘Shaven Traffic Warden Special’, and I would rush to that photo shoot to see a beautifully bare cunt underneath the traffic warden’s regalia, usually framed by fishnet stockings and suspenders.
Back then, nice girls generally didn’t shave – the most they would do was to ensure that their high cut swimming costumes didn’t reveal their true hair colour. But I remember persuading one or two girlfriends to shave for me, or even – when I was extremely fortunate – to let me shave them.
That was another occasional morsel thrown in my direction from the adult entertainment industry: the odd top shelf magazine would do a photo shoot with one girl shaving another, or perhaps the girl was shaving herself. The before and after pics were a beauty to behold – underneath that ugly duckling of tangled scrub lay a deliciously smooth, puffy pussy in all its swanlike glory.
Gradually, the adult industry started to insist that performers either sported a Brazilian landing strip or went the whole hog and removed everything. Where the adult industry leads, the beauty industry will often follow.
Women were no longer obliged to depilate themselves using a razor and shaving cream: suddenly there was depilatory cream, electrolysis, waxing and, later on, laser hair removal.
I rejoiced in this newfound smoothness – and was pleased to note that I no longer had to persuade a girl to ‘take it all off’, because often it either had been or was so sparse as to require only a brief pass of my razor to finish the job.
I’ve read articles by some feminists who believe that removing a woman’s pubic hair is tantamount to sanctioning paedophilia. Of course everybody is entitled to their opinion and their choice of pubic hair style, but nothing could be further from the truth in my case. The owner of the cunt must be a fully fledged, adult woman giving her consent.
Of course there is an element of age play – be it women dressing up as schoolgirls or submissives shaving their pudendae. I have been delighted to see that more submissives than not will assume that a smooth cunt is a sign of deference.
Just for the record, what exactly are the advantages of going smooth?
- It looks beautiful – that delightful little crease that bisects the vulva is there for all to see. Incidentally, I find images that are too gynaecologically detailed to be much less arousing than those that just display the fold and allow the viewer to use their imagination
- That delicious little cleft shows through much better when hitting by tight (hopefully white) knickers – but don’t call it a cameltoe