When I shaved my pussy for my husband
My husband and I had been together for three years when he shaved his pussy for his wife.
“It’s not like I didn’t expect it,” she says.
But when she shaved his entire body, she says, “I was completely in the dark about how it was going to look on my face.”
The shave, which he had requested, took place in a bathroom stall at his workplace.
The bathroom was dimly lit, so he didn’t notice the reflection of his reflection on the mirror.
As the razor slid across his body, he gasped in horror.
He had shaved his penis, which looked like it had been pulled out by a plumber.
She didn’t know what to do.
“I knew I didn.
It was so weird,” he says.
“And I couldn’t really explain it.
I was just numb.”
A week after the shave, his wife asked him what he had been thinking about.
He said he had just noticed how much he liked her, and that he was jealous.
She asked what his next step would be.
He told her he was going back to school, and she agreed to go to New York to visit him.
She called the school to arrange a date, and they met in person.
“The day was a blur,” she recalls.
“Everything just went so fast.
It felt like the world had just rolled out of my control.
I thought I was going crazy.”
But as they got closer, their lives became clearer.
“We started talking about my husband,” she said.
“He’s the one who taught me how to have a good time.
And we were just like, Wow, we actually did that!”
They were married two years later, and when she turned 18, they had a son.
“My husband has never been in a relationship that I’ve wanted,” she explains.
“But this was my life.
I’ve always wanted to have this man.
He was the reason I got married.
And now I’ve got this man and a family of my own.”
The experience made him rethink the way he treats women.
“There’s something very empowering about having someone to hold you accountable for yourself, to support you and to take care of you when you’re struggling,” he explains.
The Shaving Experience The experience left him questioning the very core of masculinity.
“What does it mean to be a man?” he asks.
“Why do we want to control someone else’s body?”
He says it was not until he began to study masculinity in college that he realized what it was that made him tick.
He discovered that while he and his partner had been attracted to each other since the age of seven, the pair’s relationship was not about sexual attraction.
Rather, it was about respecting women’s bodies.
“When I came out to my boyfriend, he said, ‘I want to get rid of you,'” he recalls.
He also noticed that when he asked his wife to shave his penis and get rid on his chest, he felt like she was asking him to do something he did not want to do himself.
He wanted to be left alone.
“That really struck me as the most uncomfortable thing that I had ever done,” he said.
His partner agrees.
“You’re not doing anything that you don’t want to,” she insists.
“Even if you do want to have sex with your husband, if you don-you don’t have to.
He’s always going to love you.
It’s not something you have to do.”
The Shave That’s what made him change.
“After I shaved, I started to understand that I was a man who valued women, that I cared about them and that I didn-I didn’t want them to be taken advantage of,” he continues.
“As I became more comfortable with myself, I was able to say to myself, ‘Okay, I’m not a monster.
“Our relationship was really complicated,” he admits. “
“She was my first girlfriend and my first husband and our first son. “
Our relationship was really complicated,” he admits.
“She was my first girlfriend and my first husband and our first son.
She was a very special person to me, but she was also my first person to have my penis out and to show me what I could do with it.”
She had shaved it on her own because she didn’t like being embarrassed about her body.
“Sometimes it feels like I’m the one doing this, so why would I want to take advantage of someone else?” he says he realized.
“This is my body.
It is mine.
And so I think it was important for me to not be embarrassed.”
He went through a series of therapy sessions with his therapist.
“Every single day, she said, it feels more like I have my own body, but now I feel like I am part of her body,” he recalls thinking.
He did what he thought was right.