Shaving My Past: The Raw Secret from My Private Locker

Here in my Private Locker, I unlock the vault. That scorching secret I’ve buried deep. The moment I let raw desire flood out. No holding back. This is Chapter II: Shaving the Past.

Sweat poured off me after hours baking naked on the beach. Body turning crimson. I headed to my bungalow. Crossed paths with my professor. Smiled at him. He approached, grave. Lifted my tee-shirt edge. Pointed at my huge cotton panties. ‘Ridiculous!’ Finger jabbed a trash bin.

The Opening: Breaking Free on the Nude Beach

He was right. Every pussy here barely veiled by strings. Mine? A square yard of shame. ‘You’re right,’ I said. Slid them down my calves. Stepped out. Bent low, ass high, no care for stares. Rammed the Little Boat panties in the trash. ‘Perfect,’ he murmured. Grabbed my arm. Led me to shops.

First store: ‘No Shirts, No Pants.’ He told the seller: bikini for tanning. She fetched tiny scraps. Three square cm max. He picked two bright ones matching my skin. The smallest. ‘Try the bottom,’ firm voice. No choice. I stripped right there. No booth. Felt the stamp-sized fabric hug my mound. String invading my ass crack, tickling deep.

Lifted my tee. Asked opinions. Pulled futilely at pubes spilling out. He handed the top. Off with tee. On with nipple pasties. Seller adjusted. Slid fabric over quivering tits. Nipples stiffened, tenting thin cloth. Yanked string tight. Fabric glued to my slit. Pubes poked defiant. Mirror: nearly nude. Flowery nipples. Triangle barely shielding left cheek. Five percent coverage.

‘Why the top?’ I asked. ‘Men crave mystery. A white patch to uncover.’ We exited. He pointed: Beauty Institute – Waxing. My razor rite of passage. Kissed him. Entered.

Soft lights, music. Stunning Asian in colorful pareo. ‘Bikini wax?’ Obvious. ‘Undress. Lie down.’ I stripped bare. Felt no diff from string. Table cool on skin. Shiver: what if a brute comes? Her voice soothed. ‘Could’ve kept bikini. Easier bare. Pretty pussy. No complexes.’ Blushed. First compliments on my bush.

‘What style?’ Catalog on thighs. Leafed fantasies: landing strips, hearts, full bald ‘zero shell.’ She pitched: few pubes peeking sexy. Drove men wild. ‘Carte blanche, artist.’ Legs waxed first. Relaxed. Peeked mirror. Her bent over. Pareo hiked. Glimpsed bare ass cheeks. Pouty bald lips. Pure. Heart raced.

She sprawled thighs for cloth. Fente and anus winked. Shiver hit my core. Wet fear? Fingers itched.

She straightened, tugged pareo. ‘You wax?’ Ice broken. Lifted hers. Smooth mound, jade strands. ‘Touch.’ Fingered soft pubes, skin, lips. Thighs parted. Pareo dropped. She fondled tits. I trembled in.

Parted her. Fingers slick. Circling clit. Head back. Foot up. Dove in. Tongue, fingers. Found her self-ass-fuck. She guided: clit now. Exploded. Body arched. Mine soaked too.

Laughed. She fingered me. ‘Good, huh?’ Shocks confirmed. Drank. Promised beauty, then me.

Nude, splayed. Wax ripped. Breath on mound. Divine hands creamed lips. Finished. Mirror: bald slit, thin strip above. Child-smooth. Free.

‘Touch.’ Velvet fresh. ‘Aftercare.’ Butt to edge. Legs wide, stirrups. Vanilla ice on mound. Shiver. Knelt. Tongue devoured clit. Ice-hot chills. Tongue plunged. Fingers teased. Skyrocketed.

Intimacy Unleashed: Wax, Ice, and Ecstatic Release

Held my hands: tits, spread. Tongue frenzy. Orgasms blurred. Ice gone. Clean.

Vernis, adjusted top. Dyed peekaboo pubes yellow. Vanille. Invited: tonight, 8pm.

Proud strut. Pubes teased. Gazes burned. Window vixen: legs, triangle, ass freed. Alive.

Hunger hit. Restaurant snubbed bikini. Swapped for mini-skirt, blouse. No panties. Stairs silence. Perks: freebies. Sleazy guy card: trashed. Dignity intact.

Nap with Louis-dildo homage. Tanned. Oiled tits, nipples hard.

Beach wolves. Swim silenced. Ass check peek: hid string. Teased.

Vanille’s: jacuzzi. Bubbles fucked everywhere. Orgasmed solo.

She straddled face. Champagne cascade: tits to pubes. Lapped vintage ‘Veuve Clito.’ Devoured her. Tongue ass-rimmed. Jets squirted face. Learned: female ejaculation.

Soapy body massage. Slid everywhere. Hour pamper.

Singlet tight: tit-flash or slit-show. Her toga-slit bare.

Chinese dinner. Eggs pussy-sauced. Veggies self-served. Rinsed fingers intimate. Giggles, slips.

Alarm. Hurry. Flashing run. Mystery date?

Vault snaps shut. Lighter. Past razed. Bisexual fire lit. Yours alone.