cheers brother an sistas,
thing happen and the goldman are involved.
what, you are asking. well the weekender was not such a succsessfull time.
just a little bit of music and one new guitar.. well dóne goldmann...
i thought tinks with lip action would happen, but nnnnnnaaadddaaaaa...
dammme.
so now thing s with pics will follow , and in a view days more3
music action listeners of the former blog.... discotainment.... take care an follow the rules of
lord gang bang!
ride on dude
A few things I learned fast about a Brazilian Wax:
It hurt like a mother fucker. I let out a pretty hefty yelp at least twice.
And yes the waxer had my legs open, fidgeted with my labia, ripped my pubic hair from the corners of every available space on my "privates” and even asked me to sit up doggie style, while she made sure all the surface area was completely "handled" correctly.
I was able to keep some hair. As opposed to an entire bare look. I chose the small “triangle of love,” versus the “landing strip of love.”
My skin was swollen, red, and burning directly after the waxing. I was instructed to take ibuprofen and put arnica gel or cortaid on my suddenly prickly-pubic- chicken skin to reduce the initial swelling.
BUT..... it felt totally great after about 24 hours! The smoothness of my own skin "down there" was titillating to say the least. I couldn't believe that it could be so soft.
\r\nand YES, it increased sensitivty which immediately made up for any pain or discomfort that came prior. \r\n \r\nMy first question after I could breath after my hellish screams subsided....."Do you do this to men?" I could imagine what that would be like for a guy. \r\n
And yes, I found out a few days later that it increased sensitivity in all the right places at all the right times, which made up for any pain or discomfort that I experienced.
A Brief History of the “Brazilian” :
The Brazilian wax was introduced to New Yorkers in 1987 when seven Brazilian sisters, Jocely, Jonice, Joyce, Janea, Jussara, Juracy, and Judseia Padilha opened J. Sisters International Salon in midtown Manhattan. They swore by it’s effectiveness in many aspect: bikinis had gotten skimpier, husbands were suddenly eager to please their wives, and since the hair doesn’t grow back for a month, it was easy to maintain.
It hurt like a mother fucker. I let out a pretty hefty yelp at least twice.
And yes the waxer had my legs open, fidgeted with my labia, ripped my pubic hair from the corners of every available space on my "privates” and even asked me to sit up doggie style, while she made sure all the surface area was completely "handled" correctly.
I was able to keep some hair. As opposed to an entire bare look. I chose the small “triangle of love,” versus the “landing strip of love.”
My skin was swollen, red, and burning directly after the waxing. I was instructed to take ibuprofen and put arnica gel or cortaid on my suddenly prickly-pubic- chicken skin to reduce the initial swelling.
BUT..... it felt totally great after about 24 hours! The smoothness of my own skin "down there" was titillating to say the least. I couldn't believe that it could be so soft.
\r\nand YES, it increased sensitivty which immediately made up for any pain or discomfort that came prior. \r\n \r\nMy first question after I could breath after my hellish screams subsided....."Do you do this to men?" I could imagine what that would be like for a guy. \r\n
And yes, I found out a few days later that it increased sensitivity in all the right places at all the right times, which made up for any pain or discomfort that I experienced.
A Brief History of the “Brazilian” :
The Brazilian wax was introduced to New Yorkers in 1987 when seven Brazilian sisters, Jocely, Jonice, Joyce, Janea, Jussara, Juracy, and Judseia Padilha opened J. Sisters International Salon in midtown Manhattan. They swore by it’s effectiveness in many aspect: bikinis had gotten skimpier, husbands were suddenly eager to please their wives, and since the hair doesn’t grow back for a month, it was easy to maintain.
