Dear Sir;

 

 

When you defile my wife this weekend, how would you prefer to have her sex presented (besides wet and wanting); bushy, bald or neatly trimmed?

 

 

 

 

I am eager to help her be as desirable to you as possible and anxiously await your reply.

 

 

Yours truly,

 

sss

Did I ever tell you about my vasectomy?

 

 

I was 17 the first time I asked a doctor for one and not surprisingly, he said no. The next time I asked was hours after Mini was born. He & his mother were still in the hospital and when the doctor came in to check on them I told her I wanted to get snipped. She said I had to wait until Mini was at least 6 months old (back in the day my mom needed my dad’s written permission to get her tubes tied). Anyway, I said if that’s the way it needed to be than so be it. She gave me the post-dated referral and six months to the day I had my appointment with the urologist.

 

 

I needn’t have been in such a rush, Mini was almost two before she had sex with me again. I think we only fucked 4 or 5 times in the 3 years after that and ♀ had her tubes clamped weeks before I met her, so my little guys really wouldn’t have had much opportunity to get into trouble.

 

 

OK, where was I? Oh, yeah…I had an appointment with the urologist a couple of days before I was scheduled to get snipped. I think he was about 60, obese, sweating profusely.  He couldn’t find the pamphlet he usually gave to his patients so he drew a diagram on a napkin from his lunch.  I asked him about a new procedure I had heard about called the ‘scalpel-less vasectomy’. He snorted and said doctors only use that on Asians and Indians because their penis’ are so small (I swear it’s true).

 

The procedure was to take place in Day-Surgery of the local hospital. I don’t remember anyone else being around. The doctor called me into the little room, told me to drop my pants and hop up on the table. I think it might have been a gyno table. There was a little portable cassette player  and he put a tape in…I guess to help me relax. I’m not entirely sure about this part, but I think this was what he put on…

 

 

 

Once that was playing and I was all settled, he announced that his nurse hadn’t shown up so he’d have to shave me himself. He sat down on a stool between my legs and proceeded to dry-shave my balls. And not just a little patch, but the entire underside of my scrotum. It was not a lot of fun, but I suppose it could have been worse.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I mentioned Jim a few months ago. Here’s a few more details about him: He & ♀ dated in high school. They were each others first true love. ♀ broke it off and broke his heart. They haven’t set eyes on each other in 20 years. They’ve been chatting on Facebook for about a year. His last marriage ended because his wife cheated.  He’s sinced remarried.  They live in another province. The company he works for is opening a branch office 90 minutes from here. He was going to be here getting things started for the new office all of last week. When I got back from rafting, ♀ told me she was going to be meeting Jim and that I wasn’t invited.

 

In the days leading up to the ‘date’, the things she and Jim would be doing (in his hotel room, in our bed, in the back of his car, in the men’s room) were very much a part of our pillow talk.  When we weren’t naked we did have several conversations about what might really happen and how we would handle any number of possibilities. She was fairly certain that his views on the sanctity of marriage would over-ride any feelings of lust he might have. She said if he flirted than she’d flirt back, but she wasn’t going to start anything. If there was flirting and chemistry and it seemed ‘right’ then yes, she’d probably have sex with him.

 

We took another one of Jennifer’s excellent classes a couple of days before and one of the subjects that was discussed was knowing…or trying to know…if there is going to be an emotional attachment to the person (or people) you’re playing with. That’s obviously not always an easy thing to do, but if all participants start off on the same page and everyone actually says what they’re feeling then hopefully big surprises can be avoided. Jennifer explained it much better, but you get the gist.

 

So emotional entanglement was one of the things ♀ & I talked about in regards to Jim. ♀ said that because they had once been madly in love that the emotional connection was built in. There wouldn’t be any point in denying it. I asked if she thought Jim would be able to keep that in perspective if they did have sex. She said that it would need to be discussed while they still had their clothes on, but yes, she was quite certain he would understand what it was and what it wasn’t.

 

An interesting (to me at least) little side bar: When we talked about playing with Lord Batsu,  ♀ insisted that I be involved…not just a casual observer. It was a deal breaker for her. Either I play too or she doesn’t go there. Anything with Lord Batsu would be play only…no emotional stuff.

There would be an emotion connection with Jim and I wouldn’t be invited to the party. She’d tell me about it, of course (‘no sneaking’ is a hard rule), but she doesn’t picture me with them. I don’t know for certain if the just play…I participate vs emotional connection..I don’t participate will be how it is or if that only applies to these two situations, but I did notice.

 

So the day of the date I had a hard time concentrating at work. I crawled into bed with her when I got home and tried to get fresh, but she was having none of it. She asked me to have a shower with her and before she turned the water on I knelt below her and she gave me her morning pee to mark me with her scent. I’d shaved her pubes a couple of days before, but went over them again to make sure she was smooth. I shaved her legs and pits. I washed her hair. I helped her pick out her bra & panties and the clothes she’d wear to work that would easily convert to something a little sexier later. I brushed and braided her hair while she checked her email. Jim would be coming to our town and they would meet for appy’s.

 

♀ made a point of telling me ‘no masturbation’. I had a tough time sleeping. When I got up there were regular text messages designed to torment me all the way up to date time. I tried to keep busy…♀ had left a list of household chores she wanted done, but it didn’t fill up the hours. I kept imagining all the things they might be doing and it made me so freaking horny. It was the first time I ever thought having a cock cage might be a good idea. ♀ approving of all my orgasms was something I suggested as part of my sissification and it’s really been just done on the honour system. If I want her to treat me like a sissy then I’ll do what she says to do. We don’t call it ‘sex’ until someone has an orgasm and it’s not masturbation until you come. I didn’t have an orgasm that afternoon, but I had many erections. I wouldn’t want to be in a cage for days and days, but I can see the value in not being able to touch it during specific events.

 

Anyway, ♀ called me 3 hours after she met Jim. They were coming to our house. The first thing I asked was ‘did she want me to leave?’ I could go to work early. She laughed and said no, but suggest I be dressed in boy clothes. They arrived a few minutes later. She commented on how nice the apartment looked. She offered Jim one of my beers and told me to get her a cold drink.  She told me to get the file and lotion so I could do her feet. She asked me to tell Jim what I asked her when she’d called. I told him I’d asked if she wanted me to leave. She looked at Jim and said, ‘see, I told you so.’

I’m not sure if he thought we were just kidding, but if I’d been thinking a little quicker I would have added that I thought being able to hook up with an old flame 20 years later was seriously hot. He left before I went to work and he gave her a big hug in the hallway.

 

♀ seemed very pleased with how the date went. She’s been talking about him quite a bit…even to ‘vanilla’  friends.  Jim will be here fairly often over the next while getting the new office up and running. ♀ is hoping to see him again and isn’t ruling out the possibility of things going further.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

…you look at this picture and all you can think about is what are those pretty things on her feet called and where can I buy them?

 

Well, we did it. We went to our very first Play Party.  Before I tell you all about it, I must admit this wasn’t the event we had planned on for being our first. Originally we had wanted to go to a couples only play party or maybe Sultry at the bath-house. Our thought was that with an equal mix of players there would be less pressure to include anyone else if we weren’t ready. Yes we’d taken the Play-Party Etiquette class, but that’s just theory and until we have some experience…it was a little intimidating.

 

I think ♀ pictured a big orgy and if there were way more men than women, there would be a lot of I’m-horny-and why-the fuck-are you here-if you’re-not-going-to let-us-join-you? I told her Jennifer probably tries to tweak the guest list to avoid that. I also reminded her Jennifer isn’t going to put up with any bullshit.

 

I know I come across like the eager one pushing ♀ to stretch her boundaries, but seriously I can’t even pee in public how the hell would I be able to fuck in public?  I mentioned that to ♀ and she assured me that nobody at the Lounge wanted to see me pee.

 

When we went to Deviant Dining on Thursday night Jennifer seemed really pleased that we were finally going to come to something more adventurous and several of the people we talked to that night were planning on coming on Saturday as well. We spent the week nervous and excited. It wasn’t by design, but we didn’t have much sex during the week as we usualy do. We went for pedicures on Friday. I got my nails done a red to match the baby-doll I was planning on wearing and ♀ got hers done a dark purple even though the baby-doll she was going to wear was green.

 

Saturday afternoon was all about shaving. I did her legs, pits and pubes as well as my own pits, legs and face. Then ♀ took the blade to my scalp for the first time of the year. We talked a lot (not just on Saturday, but all week) about what we each expected from each other as well as from the event. We talked about what we might be willing to try and what we absolutely wouldn’t be up for. We also recognized that things could change in the heat of the moment and how we would deal with that. We agreed that we would need to have conversations like this before each and every event.

 

I think there was about 20 people attending…a few couples, the rest singles, but after everyone arrived it was probably close to 50/50 men and women. I think we’d talked to about half of the people there at other functions. There was a wide range of sexy attire. The lights and music were low. People mingled and made small talk. My reading  Thursday night proved to be a great ice-breaker. The atmosphere seemed really casual. Everyone was very friendly and nobody was pushy.

 

There’s a group of couches near the kitchen where people tend to congregate and socialize. We hung out there for awhile then wandered around the rest of the facility to see what was set up. Nobody else was getting busy yet so we picked a bed and started making out. ♀ was definitely taking charge. She said she just wanted some fore-play to get into a sexy mood. She got excited really fast, but I had a tough time focusing. Fortunately, we’d brought along her glass dildo and a bullet vibrator and I used those to give ♀ her first big O. Seeing and hearing her come got me excited enough to fuck, but I was still distracted and my orgasm came quickly. She wasn’t done yet so I gave her a second orgasm.

 

People watched us from a distance, but nobody came very close to us while we were fucking. I think I was expecting on-lookers to be right up close and lots of people asking if they could join us. The way things unfolded was probably the best thing for our first time, but it surprised me. We probably missed lots of subtle (and maybe not so subtle) cues, but I’m certain we’ll get better at that. And with experience hopefully we’ll have a better sense of what we want and have the confidence to seek that out.

 

Not everyone played, but there was still lots to see and hear. There was a Sybian set up next to the bed we were on and we watched a woman ride it while she made out with another woman. Jennifer flogged a woman then gave her an orgasm. Minutes later she was fisting another girl to a loud, long, wet orgasm. There was a slave in a cage, some bondage,  a 3-some, a 4-some, some quickies and some long passionate sessions.

 

The massage girl had her table set up and later in the evening I talked ♀ into going for a massage. Things seemed to be winding down and I was sort of caught up in the conversation around the couches so I didn’t go with ♀, but I probably should have. She told me later that the massage got her really horny again and if I’d been there she would have let me (and maybe even the massage girl) give her another big O. Doh!

 

And what was interesting enough to keep me from such an experience? Well, we were discussing the merits of inserting an orange into a drunk man’s butt to keep his cat from attacking his junk after he’d passed out.

 

We’d had a late lunch and just a snack before we went to the Lounge. Jennifer had a big fruit platter and some sweets out, but by 1am we were darn hungry so we stopped on the way home for something to eat. It was almost 3am by the time we got to bed and can you believe it? ♀ was still horny! Yippee!

 

Sunday we talked a lot about what we liked, what we’d do differently next time, who might have been interested in us (if we’d been more observant), who we might have asked to play if we’d been more confident…

 

We know that every event is different, but ♀ did say if she’d known it was going to be that laid back she probably would have agreed to go to something months ago. Jennifer and Jason are going to be gone the rest of the month, but we’re already looking at the June calendar to see what we might like to do next.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 ♀ & I had a shower together Sunday afternoon. I washed her hair, shaved her legs and one pit. She’s still very sore and has very limited mobility, but she was able to pull her arm away from her body far enough to allow me to rub some Polysporin on her rash. She was able to get dressed…well I had to do up her bra, but at least she wasn’t wearing pj’s. We managed to go for a stroll in the sunshine and went out for lunch.  We even had sex, though there was a ten hour break between her orgasm and mine.

 

After we got home from our walk and lunch I checked emails and cleaned up the kitchen, then I went to find ♀. She was on our bed (first time in a week) all propped up with pillows. She was naked from the waist down (her pussy really needs to be shaved), she was trying to get the angle with the bullet in her wrong hand and her favourite glass dildo was beside her. I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her inner thighs with the cool glass. It took awhile, but eventually she got the bullet where it needed to be and I started to tease her lips with the tip of the dildo.

 

 We both knew her excitement level would need to build to a point where it would over-ride her fear of what would happen when her muscles contracted during orgasm. There was no hurry. I gently caressed up and down her legs and across her belly and her moistening cunt slowly swallowed the bumpy glass shaft. It certainly wasn’t her biggest or longest orgasm ever, but at least she was able to have it. She was very achy afterwards. She took a T-3 and moved back to the couch with an ice pack.

 

Once she was sort of comfortable she told me to bring her the NJoy butt plug and she inserted it for me. She said I could get dressed pretty. I put on black silk stockings, black long-line bra with both inserts so I had really big boobs and a low cut purple dress. You know, I still feel guilt about getting dressed up, but I think it’s more because we can’t really go out and do anything if I’m dressed up. I don’t cross-dress to try and pass as female, I do it because I’m a sissy. So it’s fine to do when she’s not home and I’m doing house-work, but if she’s home we’re stuck. That will be one of the benefits of joining the Lounge.  Since we couldn’t go anywhere anyway I didn’t feel guilty. It was nice. We had delicious beef stroganoff, watched a couple of really stupid movies and just hung out.

 

♀ decided she wanted to try sleeping in our bed. So I got changed into a pink baby-doll with matching panties and after lots of trial and error we managed to get the pillows situated just right. I was laying beside her and she reached over and started playing with my nipples. I thought she was going to tell me to masturbate for her. She reached down and stroked my cock and in a quiet voice said, “if you promise not to hurt me, you can have sloppy-seconds Baby”.

 

We tried missionary first, but even gentle thrusting put too much downward pressure so I laid beside her. She had a leg over my hips so she had more control over my angle and depth. Being inside her for the first time in a week (the longest break in 8 years) and concentrating on not jostling her meant I didn’t last long…which was probaly a good thing. She’d given me permission to masturbate several times during the week, but I was only able to come once. I think I was just to stressed. 

 

Even with all that activity she only took about half of the pain medicine she had needed the days before so we were hopeful when we went to see her GP Monday morning. The doctor told us that there’s definitely calcium deposits in the joint, but the accute pain was most likely caused by a ligament tear in the rotator-cuff.  The shoulder is a very complicated joint and an injury can trigger spasms in any (or all) of  the six muscles and that can get really fucking painful. Apparently, injuries like this are common when we sleep because we’re not aware of our bodies and we can move past the ‘ouch’ point without knowing it.

 

So the doctor referred her to a physiotherapist who specializes in this sort of injury. From what she can see on the x-ray and the improvement in the past day, she’s cautiously optimistic that physio will do the trick. Her first appointment is next Monday and the doctor said she could try going back to work tomorrow.

 

Cross your fingers.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

We almost didn’t go to Jennifer’s G-spot class a couple of weeks ago.  The one negative with not needing to be on the pill is menstrual cycles aren’t quite as predictable and we weren’t sure if  ♀ would be done her period. Jennifer emailed back and said ‘Everyone is on their own massage table.  You are not even that close to one another.  There are gloves provided if need be.  Bring a dark towel for ♀ to lay upon.  Periods are not an issue at all, and I would not give it a second thought  ….  show up, you’ll both take so much form the class.’

Jennifer really is an amazing woman. It was her first day away from the Pickle and even though her breasts were over-flowing and she was worried about a nasty medical procedure scheduled for the next day, she was able to switch on ‘instructor’ and give the three attending couples her undivided attention. The first part of the class was an anatomy lesson with some Q&A. One of the things I learned, but wasn’t all that surprised about was that the G-spot isn’t always in the same ‘spot’.  All of ♀ sweet-spots tend to move around a bit. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she moved them herself  just to keep me on my toes.

 

Next came the hands on part of the class. I was concerned that the combination of not being quite done her period and a new setting and other people around that ♀ wouldn’t be able to focus, but she was great. Jennifer would give instructions on different ways to touch the G-spot to provide different sensations. Several times ♀ said, ‘wow, I’ve never felt that before.’

 

Somehow, ♀ got it stuck in her head that she shouldn’t come until Jennifer said so. Jennifer was still giving suggestions and I could tell ♀ was getting really close. I kept telling her to just let it go, but she seemed to think that it would be rude if she came before Jennifer finished teaching. Truly, there is no way to reason with someone on the brink of a big O.  She did end up having her orgasm, but she somehow managed to do it silently. Believe me when I say ♀ doesn’t do many things quietly and big O’s…ummm no. Maybe it was just the setting because I didn’t hear either of the other women having theirs either.

 

So the following weekend was supposed to be Cock-Sucking class, but Jennifer was having some medical issues and she needed to cancel it. ♀ was out with our friend Christina and was telling her about the class we took and the one that was canceled. She was surprised that we were taking classes like that.

“Doesn’t sss know where your G-spot is? Don’t you know how to suck cock?” She asked.

 

♀ told her yes and yes, but you can always learn something new. 

That night when we were making love, ♀ told me that if we had taken the cock sucking class she would have expected me to do most of the learning so when she cuckolds me,  I’ll be able to ‘fluff the bulls’.

 

I’m not entirely sure if she was kidding.

 

Cheers,

 

♀ & sss

♀  is joining  a massive study aimed at determining if a test for the human papilloma virus (HPV) can replace the Pap test as an effective tool for cervical cancer screening. Click here for more info.

 

She’s done all the paper work and her first physical since joining the study is next week. I offered to shave her yesterday and she said she wanted to wait until after her doctors appointment.

 

She hasn’t been shaved since Exploratorium so she’s kinda bushy. Not that there’s anything wrong with that (some of my best friends have pubic hair). It’s just that she’s usually shaved or at the very least, neatly trimmed and it just struck me as odd that she wanted to be au naturale for her doctors appointment.

 

It’s 4:45 in the A of M as I’m writing this so I can’t go and ask her, but I think being bushy for her physical might be standard proceedure for ♀. If this is true, the really suprising thing is it took me eight years to notice.  This sissy usually knows within a day when her period is going to start…so to miss something so obvious is, well… I should hang my head in shame.

 

So, I have a question…if you are the proud owner of a vulva, do you put much thought into how it looks before you go for your physical?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                           

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I switched shifts with another baker last week so I could have a Friday night off and ♀ & I went to Exploratorium at the Libido Lounge. When we were at Deviant Dining a couple of weeks ago Jennifer told us they have about 30 different activities for Exploratorium. They had 7 set up the night we went. Before I tell you about the ones we tried,  I wanted to give you a sense of what was going on before we got there. One of the booths that was going to be there was a shaving booth. Nobody but me has ever shaved ♀ and she didn’t come right out and say she was going to let a strange man take a razor to her private bits, but she’d refused my recent offers to shave…so she was much bushier then usual on Friday night.

 

Another thing…there was supposed to be a kissing booth and ♀ didn’t come right out and say she might like to try making out with a woman, but she got a cold sore the weekend before and she spent a lot of time and energy getting rid of it before Friday night.

 

We went lingerie shopping…twice. We stopped at a love shop and she tried on a couple of sexy outfits. We didn’t end up buying one, but she seemed enthusiastic about what she might  like to wear (or have me wear) at future events.  Thursday evening we were both trying on different outfits and she seemed to really be looking forward to going. Then Friday after I’d done up her black sequined bra and found the matching panties and attached her stockings to her garter, she looked at herself in the mirror and said “I think I’m to fat to be wearing things like this”.

If I could have one wish it would be that she could see what I see when I look at her.

 

We were about half way to the Lounge on Friday when ♀ said, “I’m really not feeling very sexy.”  I tried my best to reassure her.

 I must admit that I was a little nervous as well. One of the reasons for joining the Lounge in the first place was so we could further explore my sissification, but still… new people, new surroundings…how much ‘sissy’ do I show the first time? My legs and pits were shaved, my toe nails were a dark red and I wore a very pretty pair of panties. I also had a matching bra and inserts, but I never got a chance to put that on. It wasn’t that I was embarrassed, it was just there were several opportunities to have my nipples abused and covering them up (even with a pretty bra) seemed like a waste.

 

 We pulled into the parking lot and ♀ said, “maybe I should just wait out here in the car.”  I offered to stay out in the car and eat Jennifer’s birthday cake with her.  That made her laugh and in we went.

 

Jennifer has a real knack for making people feel comfortable even when they’re outside of their comfort zone and ♀ seemed more relaxed almost instantly. Introductions were made and Jennifer just loved her cake…

 

(that’s supposed to be a strap-on)

 

As I mentioned earlier, there were 7 different activities to choose from. I started out with Jason and suspension-bondage. Did I like it? Well…the bondage part was fun and the things he did to me once I was strung up…skewers, straight razor, fish bonker, straps, nipple clamps…were great, but I didn’t really enjoy the ‘suspension’ part. ♀ on the other hand had loads of fun telling him where all my most sensitive parts were.

 

After he lowered me down to the ground and untied me, I went looking for ♀ and found her up on a gyno table getting her pubes shaved. Considering her earlier apprehension that would have been surprising enough, but the big surprise for me was after her pussy was nice and smooth she didn’t bother putting her skirt or panties back on. She spent the rest of the evening with just garter, stockings and bra!

 

After she was done, I hopped up on the table and got shaved as well. It was sorta weird having a guy touch me like that and even ♀ has never shaved my balls bald, but I kinda like the smoothness. Also, we were able to fuck twice last weekend before either of us got stubbly and I liked that sensation…a lot.

 

While I was getting shaved ♀ had a massage by a very sexy woman wearing a great costume. I ♥ her boots.

 

The next thing I tried was Jennifer’s ‘Electricity play’. I liked some of it and some of it was almost to intense (the zap to the tip of my cock), but ♀ had way to much fun encouraging Jennifer and telling her where the zaps would have the greatest impact. The most entertaining part of that booth was the woman Jennifer did after me was laughing so hard Jennifer was worried she’d fall right off the chair and she had to get someone to stand behind her to brace her.

 

My favourite activity of the night was getting flogged.  ♀ has flogged me before, but this was different. He really built up the intensity and he alternated between the flogger and gentle stroking with his hand. It was really quite amazing.

 

There was one other bondage table set up, but being tied up once was enough for the night. I might try it another time. ♀ didn’t try that or the yoga mostly because she’s been having some shoulder problems lately and didn’t want to aggravate it. So between the two of us, we tried 5 of the 7 activities. We had a great time and met some interesting people.

 

Since we were half way to Vancouver anyway, we had thought about going to the Penthouse. We’ve never been there and Samantha Mack was going to be dancing, but decide to head towards home instead. I am really glad we did because we stopped at a pub for a late snack and a drink and we had the bestest most open conversation about being at the Lounge…what we liked and didn’t, what we might like to do next. ♀ was able to tell me about her concerns and I listened. I told her what I hoped for and she listened. I know, I know, that’s the sort of conversation you’d expect us to have before we joined something like that and believe me, we did. But this was different. I really felt like we were communicating on a different level.

 

I’d often felt like ♀ had agreed to join for my benefit only. She admitted that was a big part. She had the impression that I felt like I was missing out and this was a way to get it. She gave me several examples and I was able to see why she would think that. I explained that I truly wanted this to be for us. I want need her to choose the activities we try and any sexual contact with anyone needs to be entirely up to her. If she wants to have sex with someone else and doesn’t want me to that’s absolutely fine. If she doesn’t want either of us to have sex with anyone else, that too is fine.

 

Any and all of my orgasms have been subject to her approval for a long time and when we role play or trash talk, she gets to fuck anyone or any gender she wants. My involvement (if any) is entirely up to her. I think for the first time Friday night she believed me when I told her I want need to still be treated like a sissy even when (or if) we move from fantasy to reality.

 

There has been another early benefit to joining the Lounge. ♀ is pretty freakin’ amazing at trash talk and the people, activities and situations of the Lounge have given her even more filthy fodder to whisper in my ear.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Thanks to our friend C. for sending us this link…

This merkin is super soft and super colorful!

A pubic wig, this merkin allows you to change the look of your pubic region with some great color!

Originally used by prostitutes to disguise disease, today merkins are used for fun and to add variety.

 

She does custom orders so if you’re interested click here.

 

Cheers,

sss