Smooth Seduction
I decided to do something bold—something that would surprise my husband and add a new layer of excitement to our intimate life.
I stood in the bathroom, razor in hand, and began the process of removing every last hair from my body—except my head, of course! I started with my legs, running the razor up and down, the water from the shower making my skin smooth and slippery. I moved to my arms, my underarms, and then, with a deep breath, I turned my attention to the most sensitive area of all.
I sat on the edge of the tub, my legs spread wide, and began to carefully remove the hair from my folds. It was a delicate process, requiring precision and patience, but the result was worth it. I could feel the smoothness, the vulnerability, the sheer novelty of it all. I made sure to remove every hair, leaving no trace of the rough texture I was used to. I even went as far as to leave just one hair on my nipple, a little surprise for my husband, knowing how much he enjoyed playing with it.
After I was satisfied with the results, I found a small bottle of oil in my drawer. It was a special oil, made specifically for a woman’s private parts, designed to enhance sensitivity and pleasure. It smelled like strawberries, sweet and tantalizing, and I massaged it into my skin. The scent filled the bathroom, promising something delicious.
I wanted to show off, to tease, to entice. I slipped into a set of lingerie I’d bought on a whim but never had the courage to wear. It was a pristine white, the color of purity and innocence, with delicate embroidered flowers that trailed down the cups and across the panties. The bra was made of sheer lace, with delicate straps that crisscrossed my back, leaving most of my skin bare. The cups were just large enough to cover my nipples, but little else, and the lace created a pattern on my skin, a second layer of sensation. The panties were a matching set, sheer and scandalous, barely covering my hips, held up by thin strings. The lace created a pattern on my skin, a second layer of sensation. They were see-through, and I knew he’d be able to see everything—every smooth inch of me, including the single hair I’d left on my nipple as a surprise.
I heard his footsteps as he approached the bedroom, and I struck a pose, one hand on my hip, the other running through my hair. His eyes widened as he took me in—the lingerie, the scent of strawberries, the promise of something new. I could see the desire in his eyes as he looked at me—really looked at me—and I felt a thrill of power.
He reached out, tracing the lace pattern on my hip, his fingers lingering on the smooth skin beneath. I shivered, anticipating what was to come. He knelt down, his eyes level with my hips, and I could see the hunger in his gaze as he took in the sheer panties, the smooth skin beneath.
He leaned in, brushing the light material aside, and pressing a soft kiss to my lower lips. I gasped, the sensation new and intense. He was burying his face in my lower lips and licking so much. I could feel his tongue exploring, tasting, the smoothness of my skin, the taste of strawberries, the sheer abandon of it all. I could feel my orgasm building, a coil of tension in my belly, and I wrapped my legs around him, urging him on.
I came with a cry, my body convulsing, my hands fisting in his hair. But he didn’t stop, his tongue relentless, drawing out my orgasm, pushing me into another, and another, until I was a boneless, trembling mess, my body slick with sweat, my breath coming in gasps.
And then he was standing, his clothes discarded, his body hard and ready. He pushed me back onto the bed, his body covering mine, and I could feel him, hot and hard, against my thigh. I wrapped my legs around him, urging him on, and he entered me with a slow, deep thrust that made us both moan.
He moved against me, his body sliding against mine, his mouth on my neck, my collarbone, my breasts, his hands everywhere, touching, teasing, tweaking. I met him thrust for thrust, my body alive, my skin sensitive, every nerve ending firing, every sensation amplified.
I could feel it building again, that coil of tension, that promise of release, and I knew he could too, his body tensing, his movements becoming jerky, uncoordinated. I held on tight, my nails digging into his back, my legs locked around him, and we moved together, our bodies in sync, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating as one.
I wanted to make sure he reached his peak, so I maneuvered us into a 69 position with him still on top of me, my lower lips aligned with his mouth, his hardness aligned with mine. I could feel his hot breath on my sensitive skin, his tongue circling, his lips sucking, as I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling, my lips tight. We moved in unison, our bodies writhing, our breaths coming in gasps, our hearts pounding.
I could feel his body tensing, his movements becoming more frenzied, and I knew he was close. I redoubled my efforts, my mouth and tongue working in tandem, my body writhing beneath him as he brought me to the brink of ecstasy once again. His face was still kissing and sucking my lower lips as he came, his body convulsing, his voice crying out, his release a symphony of sensation, a crescendo of pleasure, a testament to our love, our desire, our need.
We collapsed, a tangle of limbs, our bodies slick, our breaths coming in gasps, our hearts slowing, our bodies cooling. I looked up at him, a smile playing on my lips, and he smiled back, his eyes soft, his body relaxed.
“That was . . .” he began, but I shushed him, a finger to his lips.
“I know,” I said, my voice a soft purr. “I know.”
I love how you not only detailed your preparation, you truly seemed to luxuriate in it. Building the anticipation is sadly underrated and not enough a part of marital sex, IMHO.
But then it paid off. I thoroughly enjoyed the multiple O’s from your husbands oral administrations. It was beautiful to read, as was your loving persistence in finishing him.
Beautiful.
I gotta agree with you KM… because the build up to great lovemaking can be absolutely intoxicating!
Oh! One more thing…
Maybe next time, you could let him shave you, oil you, and dress you in that skimpy set. Then he could dress you in an appropriately seductive dress and heels and treat you to a romantic dinner.
After which, I’m sure you could find a way to release all that built up tension.
Just a thought…Valentine’s day is coming up after all 😉
Absolutely delicious writing! You captured the exact thrill I get when I shave everything bare and it feels so smooth and naked down there. Then the steamy sex with your husband? Oh yes!
I loved the poetic nature of this story. Put me right into the action. Beautify described.
Wonderfully written story! Gradual build up to very passionate sex! IMHO every marriage needs these kind of experiences sometimes. The memories of such experiences are bonding you to your spouse well after the event.
I remember experiencing “over the top” sex experiences with my wife for years! And we have some more of those every year.
I agree with all of the above comments. However preparation isn't always in the hour or hours before sex it's a day by day reinforcement of the love and attraction that you feel for one another.
Commenting on those things that you love about your partner. Telling them how attractive they are or how well they do something.
It's in the touches the hugs the kisses on a day-to-day basis that don't necessarily wind up in sex but lend themselves to the build-up. It's the doing of something for the other just because.
And then there is the deliberate. Those things that happen in the hours previous to sex. The story that you just wrote being a beautiful picture of it.
It's a fact that the beauty of femininity and the female mystique are the desire of men's pursuits. Throughout history we see this proved over and over.
When women deliberately prepare themselves to present themselves to their husbands for the purpose of sexual endeavors It doesn't go without notice.
This is also where the principal that it is in giving that we receive.
Whether you are a male or female living within The constraints and contract of monogamy seeing to your partners sexual satisfaction is of the utmost concern. To only give just because you feel that you need is not the answer.
But giving just because you want to without expecting return is the greater demonstration of love.
And more often than not you will find that there will be reciprocation.💋❤️
I enjoy pampering my wife by shaving her myself and then apply in moisturizer and bringing her to orgasm with my mouth. Yes, the effort taken to prepare is incredibly provocative.
Whenever I see a story like this is takes me back to 2010 when Jim and I went camping together at a beautiful place in Tennessee. It was VERY crowded, around the 4th of July, but we secured our place early.
After a wonderful picnic dinner in the tent, we were so horny after some wine that we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We lit a candle and I worked his cock for the longest time, from stroking to sucking, I teased him and brought him to the edge…
As usual, by the time Jim worked his tongue down to my pussy, it was soaking wet. Although I fought it hard, I couldn't resist a powerful orgasm – I locked his head between my thighs and almost suffocated him!
So, we went at it again after, and I really had to pee, so I left the tent and headed for the recreation cabin.
As I was returning to our tent, I was STUNNED to see a very clear outlined shadow of Jim through the gold fabric of the tent! The candle very clearly illustrated Jim's body, I mean EVERY inch of him!!
I knew for sure that if anyone was walking by, they would get a very clear picture, without recognizing us, of the several positions we assumed over about an hour's time.!!!!
That’s great Creamy Patty! We too learned to turn off the lantern before we got frisky in a tent.
😂 Whoops 😉
That is hot
Years ago, we stopped at one of those roadside campgrounds while traveling to do some real camping. There was a young couple next to us that had a big stand up nylon tent. We chatted with them a bit, before all decided to hit the ol’ hay. Well, they packed their Coleman lantern into their tent with them, and put on quite the show for the other campers! Instead of climbing in our sleeping bags, my wife and I watched the show! The couples silhouettes were perfectly projected on the side of their tent, while she was on her knees polishing his knob!
We watched the whole show, and when it was over, climbed in our tent and boinked our brains out…..and without a lantern on!
My wonderful mother has been shaved smooth for as long as I can remember. When she gave us sex lessons at about 12/13 I decided to shave as well. It was a glorious feeling of womanhood.
I remained a virgin till marriage and when we had first sex on our honeymoon I convinced hubby to shave. I know many are very much against shaving, but for us the sex that first day was wild and intense. Our genitals were sensitive and we both shuddered till we had orgasms.
All I can say is give it a try. Hair can always grow back if the experience doesn't work for you.
Oh wow that was hot. I loved it
I remember talking my wife into shaving there . I pushed her back on the bed and shaved her, It was quite erotic and I was turned on.
I don't know why but I prefer it clean and smooth.Esp if my face is there but running my hands across it smoothness is intoxicating