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Brazilian wax

Had a Brazilian wax done yesterday. 

Just thought of putting it here as it's quite an experience, perhaps when I look back at this space five years from now I may judge myself. 

Probably got influenced by porns, especially the western ones. My pubic area is quite hairy. Not sure if my ex ever made any comments about it. 

As I hadn't had any waxing experience, I initially just wanted him to wax the butt (including the area surrounding the hole). But It really wasn't as painful as I thought.  

So I asked him to also do my front. The part between the base of the dick and the ball was the most painful part. But still bearable. I didn't scream or moan or cry. Just sweated quite a bit. 

And if you're curious, no, he's not my type and i didn't have an erection. 

The challenge for the next few days would be to keep the area pimple free. Apparently many people would get pimples after waxing because bacteria could grow in the pores. 

Have started using anti bacterial wash and also applying tea tree oil to the area after showering. 

I kinda miss my hairS actually. The front part at least. It's not totally gone. The part between my belly button and the dick was not waxed just trimmed. My butt is now so so smooth especially when I'm soaping myself. Feels kinda weird like I'm not touching my own butt. 

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  1. Normally shave, I think I really need go waxing especially butt area there =.='' , but I want keep my tummy hair or just trim it in line...lol

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  2. Everyone says that it's not as painful as they thought. I hope thats true!

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