It was 13 years old, when I first shaved my pubes, as a 13-year old boy. I had no idea, how to do it, and I felt scared lest my parents should learn that I have tried to clean-shave 'there' even as I ended up just roughly trimming it. I had not the blade at that time, and if I had any it was not worth a blade, as it was as blunt as wood, and so, I just took scissors out of the box, attached with the sewing machine of my mother and I cut off the ends of pubes, rather that giving it a nice cut. Just removal of a little of the pubes made me feel light, soft and nice, but my heartbeat started running high, dry and fast. It was for the first time, that I used scissors at any hair on any part of body, but not only this, but also the fear of my parents knowing it, made my so scary, that the tremble which I felt that day is alive in my heart, mind and body even today, and each limb of mine knows the thrill, which I felt that day. But if you say that I never felt that thrill again, you are wrong, as I feel it every time, I scissor, shave, trim, snip or cut hair from any part of my body. But, I have pre-supposed certain things, and in this story I want to clarify certain things. First, you must be surprising as to why I feared my parents. If you are not a Sikh, you, I presume – can never make it out, comprehend or understand it.
So, let me tell you that in Sikh religion, the followers are not allowed, permitted or supposed to remove, cut, snip, scissor or shave any hair from any part of the body and if someone does so, he is shown the door of community and is expelled or ostracized, as they call it. They brand him/her 'patit' (trimmer, sinner or violator of Sikh code of conduct). But, fortunate enough, I never let someone know, and no one got to know that I did it, or rather I 'do' it.
When I turned 23, 3 years back, my parents started looking for a girl for me, and I had many wishes about my would-be-wife. The first thing, which came to my mind was her pubes. I had many questions in my mind, and they had no answer, no clue, no source to know. How can I ask my WBW (would be wife) if she 'shaves' there. Moreover, I did not know – until I found this site on net – that there are other people too who have such pubes-fetish and hair-fetish.
On first day, after my marriage, I was on bed, with my long-haired wife. Her hair was long, untrimmed and very heavy. She was looking as a fairy.
I had fear that as in Sikh family, shave or cutting is a taboo, before my marriage, I thought that I should grow my pubes, as after marriage, I would not be able to do so, and even my wife should not know that I 'do' it, as she may expose or reveal it to her parents and then there will be everything getting messy. My marriage bond may split. So, I started growing it. But, as I had never grown it full, I had no idea, when should I shed or stop shaving. When two months were left to my wedding day, I threw my shaving equipment (pubes-shaving) out of the window, away in the trash. After one and half month, the pubes growth was considerable, but intolerable. It was itching as thorns. But I had no idea.
On marriage day, I was not allowed to meet my wife, as that day, she was with relatives who have come to greet and wish us on our wedding, and so I spent that day in lengthiest wait of my life ever. The second day, rather night came, and I was there with my wife. It was very nice. My wife was with me. Long hair, known face (a little, not much) and unknown condition of her pubes.
She herself entered her hand in my pubic area, and instantly pulled it out. At the same time, she did not say anything, as she had 'same' fear, which she told me later. She just smiled hiding her 'displeasure' which was otherwise writ large on her face. Now, it was my turn. As I had read in some books, I wanted to first have oral sex. I took my hand to her face, breasts and then came an area, which I like the most in women. I had my hand to her underarm. There was 'clean' touch. I could not believe my perception or sense. I again took my hand there, and again found same softness. I had not believed it again, and I laid her down on the bed, and asked her to unfurl her arms, and I could not believe my eyes. There was not any hair. I presumed that she must not have any hair over there, as it may be rare phenomenon.
(1). To check if she 'shaves' there, or anywhere, and if she had no hesitation against cutting, I would feel luckiest person on earth. Even as I saw her bare underarms, I just presumed that it is naturally hair-free.
(2). To shave mine, as it was itching and itching and itching.
On first day, I failed to insert my penis in her vagina. When she asked the reason, I said tactically, "Actually, there are many hair on my pubic area, and they stop my penis from going inside proper." She said, what shall always act as a glue for our bond. She won my heart, with a few words, which she uttered in sexy mood and mode. Her exact words were, "why do not you trim it a little? No doubt, it is prohibited in Sikhism, but if it stops us from sex, how can we generate children. Rest depends upon you. I can't force you. It is anti-Sikhism too. I do not like you to cut or shave or trim anywhere. But, if it is essential, give it a thought." In a few words, she bared her heart, and apprised me her acceptance of whatever I do with my hair. I could not ask if she 'does' or not, still. We hugged each other in the arms and in the warmness of each other, we talked further. I remember every moment of our first night, and all sex-ful nights, I remember and relish to recall and write, and get them read, without anyone knowing about the author, I mean ME.
In the darkness of night, what transpired between us is very sweet and 'hairy' rather hair-free. I wanted to clear my mind and get proper and correct information about the secret of her hair-free underarms and pubic area. She told me, "I had never shaved it, but I had always the desire to do so. So, on marriage day, when we were getting ready, parlour girl just unfurled my arm. I thought if she is massaging or doing something to adorn it. But all of a sudden, she had the scissors and removed the hair, and when I noticed it, I was shocked and surprised. I got red, but she said, "it is common and necessary. If you do not remove it, they will wet your wedding garments. Moreover, your husband will never come near you, if your underarms are so busy." I just followed her and let her do what she did. Hesitantly I asked her if she can 'shave' there too. She replied in positive and waxed there. Then she revealed, "you know, we girls do not have much hair as pubes, but still I always had wanted to remove that. But you have very long pubes there. Kindly remove it." I had wished if she does it for me, I will enjoy it. She just said further, "if you have no experience, do not do it. I shall do it. You just lay here. Is here any scissors?" I remembered that I had thrown away every cutting apparatus except scissors. I told her where they were lying. She took scissors, and slowly trimmed it nicely, as an amateur. When I told her that I used to keep here bare, she was in guffaws, and said, "You are a hidden lord. Wow! I am lucky you not only allowed me, but also did yours."
Next day, I purchased a pack of blades and shaved mine, and for one week we enjoyed 'bare' underarms and pubic areas. When her armpits got a little hair, I asked her to get it waxed and she got it done, nicely again.
One day, I revealed my other desire to her, "I like girls who have long but trimmed hair. Will you not object to getting your hair trimmed, even as a little?" She smiled and thanked, "That was what I wanted but feared to ask. I want it very short. It is big and boring. My hair touch my buts. I want it not more than shoulders. Can I get it done?" Both of us were happy. Next day, I took her to parlor, where she got her hair shingled. Now, she looks as a fairy. We happily live together and have a lot of hair-chat, which we both like and relish.
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