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over a year ago
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"Jasus I feel for women having to shave all the time ! Its some job shaven the balls 
Yet extremely hygenic
Do we? Really? Tell me more..."
C'mon DH,
how do you shave your balls??
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"Jasus I feel for women having to shave all the time ! Its some job shaven the balls
Yet extremely hygenic
Do we? Really? Tell me more...
C'mon DH,
how do you shave your balls??
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By *oghunter33Woman
over a year ago
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"Jasus I feel for women having to shave all the time ! Its some job shaven the balls
Yet extremely hygenic
Do we? Really? Tell me more...
C'mon DH,
how do you shave your balls??
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I'm a pussy and don't have the balls to do so  |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"Jasus I feel for women having to shave all the time ! Its some job shaven the balls
Yet extremely hygenic
Do we? Really? Tell me more...
C'mon DH,
how do you shave your balls??
I'm a pussy and don't have the balls to do so "
I may have to check that out
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Sweet baby Jesus....I couldn't get my jibblets waxed, they'd go into hiding. I prefer the hair removal cream. I find it does a great job once every 2 weeks. |
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By *al2001Man
over a year ago
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"I have to shave from my neck to my toes.I'd like to see a woman do that
Or maybe I wouldn't
You don't have to, it's a choice you make."
None of us have to but I bet your smooth too
I much prefer the feeling of being smooth |
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By *al2001Man
over a year ago
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An ex got this gloopy hot wax in a tin and lathered it on my gorilla chest and stuck a strip of paper on it. I knew I was in trouble when I seen her brace herself like she was pulling tug o war
Pretty fucking painful I tell u |
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"An ex got this gloopy hot wax in a tin and lathered it on my gorilla chest and stuck a strip of paper on it. I knew I was in trouble when I seen her brace herself like she was pulling tug o war
Pretty fucking painful I tell u"
how lucky were you it was only your chest |
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By (user no longer on site)
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"An ex got this gloopy hot wax in a tin and lathered it on my gorilla chest and stuck a strip of paper on it. I knew I was in trouble when I seen her brace herself like she was pulling tug o war
Pretty fucking painful I tell u"
I kinda like your gorilla chest |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"Personally I prefer men with hairy chests.
Would a bit of a belly under that hair chest do anything for ya"
How much is a bit? The 8 months pregnant look does nothing for me |
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After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some hair removal cream (Veet extra strong) as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit if a treat. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn’t have long to wait.
At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears, I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, toed the lid off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub, I hadn’t managed to give the chocolate starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else, as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the Millennium Falcon was running its engines full blast behind me.
This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.
Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering “ooooohhh that feels good” Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and at 11 o'clock at night, what she saw in the kitchen that night probably wasn’t the special surprise she was expecting, so to sum it up, VEET removes hair, dignity and self-respect. |
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By (user no longer on site)
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"Personally I prefer men with hairy chests.
Would a bit of a belly under that hair chest do anything for ya
How much is a bit? The 8 months pregnant look does nothing for me "
Ah I'd say I'm about 5 months. But I wear it well |
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After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some hair removal cream (Veet extra strong) as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit if a treat. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn’t have long to wait.
At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears, I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, toed the lid off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub, I hadn’t managed to give the chocolate starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else, as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the Millennium Falcon was running its engines full blast behind me.
This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.
Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering “ooooohhh that feels good” Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and at 11 o'clock at night, what she saw in the kitchen that night probably wasn’t the special surprise she was expecting, so to sum it up, VEET removes hair, dignity and self-respect."
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over a year ago
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After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some hair removal cream (Veet extra strong) as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit if a treat. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn’t have long to wait.
At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears, I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, toed the lid off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub, I hadn’t managed to give the chocolate starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else, as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the Millennium Falcon was running its engines full blast behind me.
This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.
Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering “ooooohhh that feels good” Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and at 11 o'clock at night, what she saw in the kitchen that night probably wasn’t the special surprise she was expecting, so to sum it up, VEET removes hair, dignity and self-respect."
10/10 |
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" Yet extremely hygienic "
Why do people think pubic hair is unhygienic? It isn't, quite the opposite in fact - if you don't believe me, a quick Google search will find plenty of information on same.
I can understand people having a visual/sexual preference for smooth, and that it may make for a more enjoyable experience when giving head, but more hygienic? No, I don't think so. |
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After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some hair removal cream (Veet extra strong) as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit if a treat. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn’t have long to wait.
At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears, I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, toed the lid off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub, I hadn’t managed to give the chocolate starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else, as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the Millennium Falcon was running its engines full blast behind me.
This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.
Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering “ooooohhh that feels good” Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and at 11 o'clock at night, what she saw in the kitchen that night probably wasn’t the special surprise she was expecting, so to sum it up, VEET removes hair, dignity and self-respect."
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"Sweet baby Jesus....I couldn't get my jibblets waxed, they'd go into hiding. I prefer the hair removal cream. I find it does a great job once every 2 weeks."
Hahahaha made my day |
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After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some hair removal cream (Veet extra strong) as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit if a treat. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn’t have long to wait.
At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears, I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, toed the lid off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub, I hadn’t managed to give the chocolate starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else, as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the Millennium Falcon was running its engines full blast behind me.
This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.
Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering “ooooohhh that feels good” Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and at 11 o'clock at night, what she saw in the kitchen that night probably wasn’t the special surprise she was expecting, so to sum it up, VEET removes hair, dignity and self-respect."
In tears here from laughing at your discription of hair removal. |
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After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some hair removal cream (Veet extra strong) as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit if a treat. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn’t have long to wait.
At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears, I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, toed the lid off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub, I hadn’t managed to give the chocolate starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else, as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the Millennium Falcon was running its engines full blast behind me.
This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.
Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering “ooooohhh that feels good” Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and at 11 o'clock at night, what she saw in the kitchen that night probably wasn’t the special surprise she was expecting, so to sum it up, VEET removes hair, dignity and self-respect.
10/10 "
Amazon review from 2012 I believe..knew I read it somewhere before....  |
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After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some hair removal cream (Veet extra strong) as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit if a treat. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn’t have long to wait.
At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears, I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, toed the lid off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub, I hadn’t managed to give the chocolate starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else, as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the Millennium Falcon was running its engines full blast behind me.
This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.
Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering “ooooohhh that feels good” Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and at 11 o'clock at night, what she saw in the kitchen that night probably wasn’t the special surprise she was expecting, so to sum it up, VEET removes hair, dignity and self-respect.
10/10
Amazon review from 2012 I believe..knew I read it somewhere before.... "
Is that why you have the embarrassed look?
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I like it nice n clean no hair :D
