Satin grabbed my hand and looked me dead in my eyes.
"Please be careful. I trust you, but…"
"Be careful." I finished.
"Yes!" She laughed and took a deep breath.
Satin was sitting on a stool in her bathroom. Her legs were propped on opposite sides of the stool, spread eagle. She was totally nude from the waist down and I was holding a small electric razor in my hand. The razor clicked on with a buzz and she involuntarily flinched.
"Calm down." I said. "You can't do that when I'm shaving you. Just relax. I promise I'm a steady hand. I work well with these hands." I smiled.
"I know…I know…" She smiled flirtatiously.
I eased the razor to a spot an inch or so below her waistline and smoothly shaved off the hair that had grown there. When I looked up for reassurance, she was staring intently at her exposed vagina. Another gentle stroke of the razor and Satin exhaled. She was comfortable now. I sat with the buzzing device in my writing hand like an expert calligraphist and carefully trimmed off the hair above her plump sex.
I carefully eased the razor south. There were no words between us. Just the sound of the buzz and the occasional sigh from Satin. By the time I reached her labia, her eyes were closed and she seemed to be concentrating her thoughts on prayer. My fingers eased her lips aside and gently clipped any errant hairs closer to her entrance. She was visibly excited. Her petals plumped. Honey dew formed.
The lower I got the wider she had to spread her thighs, arch her back, lay further back, further exposed…and further excited.
I moved back up to the little area I had avoided. The clippers vibrated near the hood of her clitoris. She tensed for a moment then relaxed. Perhaps she enjoyed the vibration of the clippers so close to her pleasure point.
"All done." I said.
Her eyes opened to see a well manicured slim strip of hair above her bald privates.
"That's kind of embarrassing." She referred to the increased wetness visible on her lower lips.
"Not at all…I've been there before. Remember?"
"Yes and you'll be there again. Right now." She undid my belt with a hungry grunt.
Have you ever let a partner shave you? Would you ever? Have you ever let a partner do a routine act of maintenance and it turned you on? Wash your hair? Manicure? Pedicure?
They call me The Fury and I have a steady hand and a gentle touch.
Over the years, I've been blessed to have spent time with, befriend, love, learn from and share experiences with people who have helped me grow and inspire me everyday. They have shared words of wisdom, strengthened me with encouragement, gave me joy with a smile, comforted me with a hug, gave clarity to my visions and dreams and renewed my spirit with faith. It is through family and friends that I manage to be happy and hopeful.
These relationships work because we share our philosophies, our personal truths and an outlook that prompts us to seek something greater in all and in ourselves. Sharing a journey heartedly illuminates our lives and enriches our experiences. It keeps us moving....always evolving....ever changing.
I have been transformed by the wisdom, opinions, insights and revelations of those who have shared their journey with me. It's a blessing I long to share with you through my first ever blog. For me, writing is a reflection of my own direct experience and I look forward to all of you sharing your thoughts and experiences with me.
So...with that said....can I just say.....??? :-)