Bend Over Jessica

I had news of terrible import today. My local hairdressing salon is moving premises and thus my lovely beautician is being made redundant. Damn recession!

For the past five years, she has waxed my legs, eyebrows and bikini line (sometimes, my whole pubic area, the only person in the world whom I flash my inner thighs at with impunity in a non-sexual context) and quite frankly, I am devastated. Arghghgh! I will never be spanked again if a man sees my horrid hairy legs!

As soon as I was out of the salon, I shared the bad news by text with my good friend Martha, with whom I share my beautician. Her response was speedy and eloquent.

“Gaaah! We shall all turn into bears!”

Quite. She then quickly suggested that in addition to our monthly Girls Nights Out we should also institute monthly Girls Nights In, where we could all indulge in kinky waxing of each others bikini lines. Good plan! I don’t really want to let any of my female friends near my bits with hot wax unless there is a strap-on opportunity – not a ‘wrenching-intimate-hair-out-by-its-roots’ opportunity!

Anyway, I then told her that our beautician is thinking of setting up on her own and I had therefore given her mine and Martha’s telephone numbers. Which gave us both a kinky idea. We should ask out beautician if in addition to coming to our homes to wax our bits, she would also let our kinky male friends pay money to watch. I mean, it would appeal to a dom. The fear, the trepidation as the wax is spread on, the sharp ripping sound and the gasp or sometimes squeal of pain as the hair is removed. Yes, that would certainly appeal to a few doms that I know, notwithstanding the sight of my wobbly inner thighs as my toes point at the ceiling and the hair is removed from my outer labia lips….

On second thoughts no. I do need to keep some mystique, even from HWMBO. So it’s a shame I read Martha’s text out to him. He is now whistling away, thinking happily about kinky waxing. Possibly followed by Oily Naked Twister….