We’ve self-organized in terms of blogging. Mrs. Lion reports the news, and I write other stuff. The question for me is always: What is other stuff? Over the years, I’ve managed to find things to say. The one topic I figured would draw the least attention is hair removal. Yet, it seems to be consistently interesting to many readers. It makes sense. Playing with pubic hair is titillating in the same way as locking the penis in a male chastity device.

Me in my normal, no-hair state.

The similarity is clear. Removing pubic hair isn’t usually permanent, yet once done, it is not reversible for the time it takes for the hair to grow back. This is the same as being locked in a male chastity device. You can get out, just not right away. Both hair removal and wearing a male chastity device are instantly visible to anyone who has access to the penis. More importantly, both send interesting messages.

Years ago, a man with no pubic hair was either prepped for surgery or assumed to be gay. Straight men had hair on their balls. That was never really true. A lot of straight men had no pubic hair. I haven’t had any in 30 years. The times have caught up with me. Now, many men have hairless pubes. The same is true of women. It was never more than potentially embarrassing for a woman to be hairless down there. It’s a personal choice rather than a sexual signal.

I think the topic is so interesting to our readers because pubic hair removal is an act of vulnerability. It feels naughty and a little submissive to be hairless. At least that’s how it feels to me. It’s fun. At this point, I don’t remember what I looked like with pubic hair. Most of mine is permanently gone, thanks to professional laser treatment. Some stubbornly remain. Mrs. Lion waxes that off.

Obviously, there is more to pubic hair removal than just taking the fur off. It seems that a lot of people react strongly to this topic. How does it affect you?

Pretty Australian women. Their bushes are unappealing to me

Tastes change. I am a little surprised at myself how much I have. The other day, someone posted a picture on Twitter of a naked woman in Australia. They have full bushes. I was turned off. I’m not saying that nudes with shaved pubes turn me on. They don’t turn me off. They look normal to me. For the record, when naked men are in pictures, seeing pubic hair seems odd.

I haven’t had pubic hair in over 25 years. I can’t remember how I looked when I had hair down there. When I first lost my hair, women (and me, I suppose) had full bushes. Naked women with hair there turned me on. I didn’t even consider hairless pubes back then. My sex life was active. Obviously, my taste in pubic hair radically changed over the years.

I lost mine shortly after my divorce. I was dating a woman who was exploring BDSM with me. It was completely new to both of us. When I first met her, I did a little manscaping. I trimmed my long, unruly pubic hair. I don’t remember why I did it. Anyway, apparently, she liked me that way. As it grew back, she was topping me. One day, when I was tied spread-eagle on my back, she came into the room with a bowl of warm water and a razor. Without a word, she removed all of my pubic hair and a lot of the hair on my stomach and thighs.

This is much more appealing to me.

I was very surprised and not entirely happy about it. After we were done with play and sex, I asked her why she did it. She said that she never liked pubic hair. One of the things that attracted her to me, in the beginning, was my trimmed hair. As it grew back, it started to turn her off. She loved the hairless look. She pointed out that she was naturally almost bald down there. I never gave it much thought until she shaved me.

Shaving was a weekly event. I got used to it quickly. When we broke up, I let the hair grow back. Then, several months later, I met my lesbian couple. One of them shaved as a surprise. It was nice. I agreed to let her shave me. All three of us were hairless for a while. One of them had a problem with ingrown hair, so she went back to a bush. The other one and I stayed hairless.

I never had hair again. I got used to the way I looked with no hair. I remained neutral about the female bush. Over the years, I came to think of pubic hair as a sign of power. Mrs. Lion had a bush. She was in charge so she could have one. I was her bottom, so it would be inappropriate for me to have any. Now, I don’t think of pubic hair in terms of power. It’s aesthetic now. I’m so used to seeing hairless pubes, a bush seems almost dirty. What can I say?

Mrs. Lion is doing the lioness share of dog care. Other than middle-of-the-night trips outside, our puppy has been very good. I’ve had her when Mrs. Lion is working. So far, it hasn’t been bad caring for her. I have no illusions. When the pup gets a few weeks older, she will be into everything. Hopefully, by then, she will be crate trained and can be given timeouts.

We still seem to be on a one-thing-a-night routine. Friday night, it was dinner out. That took sex off the table. I’m not saying there wasn’t a good reason. It’s just an observation that has been holding for a long time. There is only one exception: spanking. On nights that I’m spanked, I may also get some sexual play. It isn’t consistent, but it does happen. I understand that life intrudes and can get in our way. I wish it wouldn’t happen so often.

hairy patch over penis
This stubborn patch of hair remains over my penis. It’s not enough to see clearly, but it tickles Mrs. Lion’s nose.

I’m not asking for an orgasm. Mrs. Lion has made it clear that I won’t get one of those for some time. I want sexual activity. While a “just because” spanking may recharge my sexual battery, it isn’t sex. Mrs. Lion wrote about waxing me. It’s certainly due. I’m not really hairy. Between the laser treatments and waxings, I only have a small patch of thin hair above my penis and some long, stray hairs on my balls. Other areas that I can see are also nearly hairless. According to Mrs. Lion, I do have a crop of fur on my butt. I guess that will be waxed out next week.

As you probably guessed, I’m horny. That is no surprise. Since I can’t get myself off, Mrs. Lion likes me to want sex. She knows that she is my only outlet and enjoys teasing me. Would it be as much fun for her if I could masturbate? It would be a lot less work. As far as I’m concerned, it would be less fun. When nothing is happening, of course, it’s no fun. At times like this, “less fun” would be an improvement. No, it wouldn’t. I would get annoyed. My lioness is the only good solution. So I wait.

My post is late, in part, because I decided to take advantage of another nice Friday afternoon to do battle with the hedge in front of the house. I hate that thing. I don’t like yard work to begin with, but I can tolerate mowing the lawn. Anything beyond that is unreasonable. I’d rather spray weed killer than whack the weeds. And I’d rather cut this stupid hedge down once and for all than trim it. Sadly, it’s the landlord’s hedge, so I can’t rip it out. However, I can cut it so far back that I won’t have to worry about it for a long time, and if it dies – oops.

Right now, my arms feel like Jell-O. If I had to guess, I’d say the hedge is about thirty feet long and six feet tall in places. That’s a long time to lift a hedge trimmer when you’re not used to manual labor. And I didn’t even get to the top yet. I only did the sides. I’m thinking I can bring the truck along the hedge, stand in the back and be able to cut the top without trying to lift the trimmer over my head. But that’s for another day.

Speaking of another day, Lion wants to be waxed this weekend. I guess it’s only fair. I trimmed one hedge. I should trim the other. Of course, once I finish the hedge outside, I won’t touch it again till next year. Lion needs trimming every month or so. Yard work. Blech. I was going to turn the wax on as soon as I got home today, but it’s supposed to rain this weekend, so outside work needed to be done first. Poor Lion. He’ll need to wait for tomorrow.

I know there are a few long hairs on his balls. I’ve seen them. But the fur at the base of his cock isn’t tickling my nose yet. Should I wait till it does before I wax him? I’ll see if my Jell-O arms feel better before I actually commit. I can’t remember when I did it last. I suppose I could pour over my posts, but I don’t really think it matters. I wax him when he needs it. Well, sometime after he needs it, depending on how we feel and how much time we have. He swears it shouldn’t take as long as it did last time because there should be less hair. That would make sense if all the hair were concentrated in one spot. His balls and that stubborn patch at the base of his cock are fairly concentrated. But he still has hair all over his stomach and chest. Yes, there’s less of it, but it’s spread out. It’s not like I can do his chest and move on. His back tends to have less hair, but he never had much, to begin with. And his butt is mostly naked. I’m chalking that up to improved spanking and the hairs’ lack of will to be beaten. Yup. That must be it.