Stick Man with a Little Lawnmower

I admit it, I’m riding on Sergei’s coattails today. It’s a Monday, and I’m behind before I get here, and so ya get a short post today.

Yes, my handsome and sexy husband shaved his nethers last weekend. Not totally bare, but sort of like you took one of those weedwackers to your overgrown back yard. Leave a little grass, get rid of the 2-foot tall weeds. (Not that Sergei had two feet of hair, it’s just an example, folks!)

I shave. “Down there.” Pretty durn close. I usually leave just a little teeny tiny fur rug around the “Little Flower”. (For our anniversary weekend I went all out, totally buck-bare, and I enjoyed that enormously.)

I shave for me. Although I do understand that Sergei appreciates being able to see all my pink layers without having to take a comb and part my pubes. But I do it because it makes ME feel good. No itchy rubbing on my panties. No fumbling in the shower. Makes hands-free-masturbation even easier.

So.

Here’s your Truth Or Dare Question: Do you shave your hoo-ha? How much? How often? Why? If you don’t want to answer, an emoticon will do. If you have no emoticons, a simple head nod will do.

(I feel this post lives up to the link placement in Rob Helpy-Chalk's blog under "The Couple That Blogs About Their Sex Life". Feelin' a bit randy today. Meowwww....)