Love HNT Part II

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I'm back with the second and final part of my 'Love' pics. I thought I would have more to use then I ended up with, but given that I've been taking these all with the self-timer it's certainly time consuming (and a tad frustrating) when you can't see the shot until it's been taken! The click through on this is my absolute favourite out of all the photos I took, hence why I left it to last :-)

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday! And remember to see who else got half-nekkid!

Soapy HNT (Part III)

Following on with the next part in the series of photos from my jerk video for Daddy. (Part One can be found here, & Part Two, here).

After a Bath
(Aileen Fisher)

After my bath
I try, try, try
To wipe myself
'Til I'm dry, dry, dry.

Hands to wipe
And fingers and toes
Two wet legs
And a shiny nose.

Just think how much
Less time I'd take
If I were a dog
And could shake, shake, shake.

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Don't forget to see who else participated this week!

Can't you just love me for who I am?

It’s been almost 12months since I last shaved under my arms. (I don’t have worse b.o. now than when I was shaving regularly, it hasn’t really changed. Just in case you were wondering.) But I’m deciding whether it’s time to shave again. I don’t want to, but there’s a couple of factors that are making me think about it.

First off, I’m going back and spending Christmas with my family this year. And Christmas lunch, usually low key, with just a few people, is now being spent with extended family (20 or so people). It’s a (very) hot climate where I’ll be on the day, and to be honest, wearing a shirt with sleeves (to hide my hair) will be a rather uncomfortable option.

Now, some of you are probably thinking things along the lines of:
What’s the big deal, you’re comfortable with your hair, so why shave? or
It’s not their body, you’re only seeing them for a little amount of time and then leaving, so they can just deal with it. Etc.

See, the thing is, it’s not as simple as that. As much as I wish it was, it just isn’t. Last time my mum came to visit me, she was surprised and shocked that I still hadn’t shaved my legs (it’s been 17months since I shaved them). And comments were made. She hadn’t seen under my arms, so for the 3days and two nights that she was here, I was doing all I could to wear tops that hid my hair. On the day she was leaving (not even 2hours before), I got a bit lapse, lifted my arm up too high, at the wrong angle and she saw. The expression on her face said it all. Complete horror, shock, disbelief, disgust. Whatever, however you want to classify it; it was immediately obvious that this was something she wasn’t really ok with.

In the past, when I was living at home, there were medical reasons* why I couldn’t shave my legs. This she accepted. She also accepted the fact that I couldn’t see in the shower well enough without my glasses to do a half decent job. The other night, I’m on the phone with her and the subject comes up. “You’ve got contacts now; you can see to do them. And what about under your arms?”. “Yes, but I’m still having problems* when I do shave”. (Not totally true, but since I’ve stopped shaving the problems have gone away).

This is something I’m quite sensitive about. When this was brought up, I was just sick of it being an issue for her, when it’s not with me. Okay, body hair isn’t accepted here on women (or in many other places for that matter), but fuck it, if I want to not shave, then I don’t fucking have to! I got quite stirred up when it was brought up. She even said “Don’t you think he wants you to shave?” to which my reply was “If he wants me to, he’ll tell me”. Then she started saying that she’ll just have to start calling me a hippie. This, just rubbed me the wrong way. My response was “And what if I don’t want to shave my legs? Can’t you just accept that this is me?” You could hear the disappointment in her sigh.

So this is where I am. Going home to spend a few days of the holidays with the family, knowing that this will be an issue. Knowing that something or many things will be said to me. And I just don’t feel like defending myself. And why the fuck should I? I’m happy with how I am, he’s happy with how I am. But then I think “fuck it. It’s just going to be easier to shave and not have these hassles”. Problem is, the more I think about it, the more attached I’ve become. And it’s also a matter of principle. I don’t see you all that often, so in the grand scheme of things, why should you care? Can’t you just still love me, warts hair and all? I had decided to shave for Christmas, and I even told him that I would. His reaction “why?”

And I’m visiting other family members tomorrow most of whom haven’t seen me in two and a half years, and I thought, “Well if I’m going to shave for Christmas, I should just get it over and done with and do it now, before I go and visit them”. Again, the more I think about it, the more I am against it.

I don’t want to shave to please other people, and I don’t have to; that’s my choice. But on the same token, I don’t want to be questioned about it either. I want to be strong and just say “fuck it. This is who I am. Like it or lump it.” But I don’t know if I am that strong.

Right now as I write this, I think I am strong enough to stand by my decision and have that attitude. But who knows, I’ve still got 24 hours until I leave to visit the family tomorrow, and 17 days until I go home for Christmas. I’ll probably swing back and forth between “yes, just do it” and “no, fuck ‘em” between now and then.

I’m attached to my hair. I’m a hair friendly woman. And I’m proud of that. Okay, so it may not be for everyone, but does anyone else really have a right to question me?

Dressing up for Daddy HNT

Hi everyone. This week has been super busy...coming up to the end of semester for uni and whatnot. As I've been so busy, I haven't had the chance to take some new pics for HNT. This is part of a photo that Daddy took of me when I dressed up as His little girl (with pigtails and all!). I was bent over the kitchen table with my skirt pulled up, showing my arse when He took this. Mmm...such fun and hot memories!

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday to you all!

Happy HNT!

Daddy and I couldn't keep our hands off each other yesterday afternoon and last night. From kisses and hugs to Him feeling my hairy legs (and much more). We couldn't get enough of one another. Dinner even almost got ruined!! But then, as soon as dinner was over we were back into it (grins cheekily). I'm thinking I should go away more often, just to have this happen again!

Daddy decided to take some photos of me last night and this was the one we specifically took for today's HNT. Enjoy! (and let me know if you enjoy it).

My Hairy Bits

Okay, so I've talked about the fact that I have body hair in places that most other women don't. I was reluctant initially to write about the face that I don't shave the hair under my arms or on my legs. Now, I choose to write about it openly and freely. If anyone reading doesn't like it, I don't care. Because I do, and this is my blog.

So why do I keep my hair? At first, I deliberately didn't shave because Master loves hairy women. When I was younger I was lazy (and shaving your legs is difficult when you wear glasses and can't see 3 inches in front of your face without them). But what about now? Well, now I choose not to shave for many reasons.

1) It is rather difficult to see what you're doing in the shower without glasses. (Yes I know there are ways to get around this, but this just really gives me the shits).

2) One of His fetishes is hairy women. He loves seeing a beautiful woman with armpit and leg hair. Which leads me to number 3.

3) Because of His fetish and watching video's and looking at pictures of hairy women, it's now one of my fetishes. It's funny how this one seems to sneak up on you. One day you look at a woman with hair on her legs or under her arms and you think 'oh yeah, another hairy woman' and then the next time you look you go 'ooh, hairy woman. nice'. And it's at that moment that you think to yourself 'hang on. when did that change?'

4) I love the look of hairy women. It's especially nice to see a beautiful woman with milky white skin and dark hair. The contrast between her skin colour and hair colour is just gorgeous. In saying that though, I do love seeing a hairy red-headed woman. Love red hair. (Perhaps something to do with loving my own red hair. Us red-heads have to stick together!)

5) I love to look at my hair and feel my hair. It turns me on. Playing with the hair under my arms, twirling them around my fingers. Feeling them with my whole hand. Going into the bathroom and lifting my arm, admiring how long they're getting, how thicker they're looking. Running my hands over my legs, feeling the difference in coarseness between the hair on my ankles to the hair just above my knees. Feeling my hair? Sweetness.

Yesterday, because I love my hair so much, I gave myself a treat. It was time for a shower and I needed to wash the hair on my head. That got me thinking. 'I wonder if I shampoo and condition all my hair, will that make it softer?' So that's exactly what I did.

Now I love having a shower or bath anyway. To me, I feel my sexiest when I'm in the shower. There's just something about the water cascading all over my body that just makes me feel so utterly feminine and sexy like nothing else does. So yesterday my shower was even better than normal. I shampooed and rinse the hair on my head. Then put the conditioner in. I like to leave it sit there for awhile (makes it softer). So while that's working away, I shampoo and rinse both underarms. I continue down and shampoo and rinse the hair that's on my cunt and around my arsehole. Then I continue by doing the same on my legs. I come back up and condition my armpit hairs. I want them to be extra soft like the hair on my head goes, so I put my arms back down and let it sit there for awhile while I continue.

I condition and rinse my cunt and arse hair, and spend a fair amount of time doing the same with my legs. Mmmm...any excuse now to feel how hairy I am. I rinse the conditioner from underneath my arms and from my head. I hop out and lazily and slowly dry myself off. I condition my face and put on some mascara. I'm feeling the sexiest woman in the world at this moment. I pull out my light chocolate lipstick and apply it. I pucker my lips and make a kissing sound. I blot my lips on a tissue and I pucker and kiss again.

I stand in front of the mirror, half side-on, half full frontal, and I look gorgeous. How hot do I look? If I wasn't me, and I saw me...I'd want to fuck me.


Later in the evening, we were sitting in the lounge room. Him on the recliner, me on the floor leaning against the other one. I turn towards Him, and place my right leg on the chair. "Feel my leg" I say. He places his hand on my shin. "Which part of your leg?" I shake my head. "No feel my leg. Feel it. Like you normally feel it, rub your hand up and down". He does so. "Does it feel any different I ask?" He replies "Maybe a bit coarser. Why?" "Well I got thinking today and you're going to laugh but that's okay. I wondered what it would be like to shampoo and condition all my hair. So I did. And considering you feel my legs more than I do I wondered your opinion."

Master told me, after we both masturbated to hairy women that I inspire Him to jerk. My hair, inspires Him to jerk. (Big happy smiles on this face).

So the verdict on shampooing and conditioning all my body hair? My legs seem more coarse as Master said, but He also said He didn't mind which way they came, He'd still feel them. My armpit hair? I like it both ways. It stands out more now; it doesn't lie flat too much. Cunt hair? take it or leave it, it's much of a muchness. (Plus, once it's long enough to wax, it's gone).

Will I do this all again? Yes, I definitely will. Obviously there's a subtle difference in leg hair, but it doesn't bother Him and I touch my armpit hair more than He does, so I probably won't be doing it for His benefit. I'll do it for mine. A treat for myself, a bit of self-pampering. And what girl doesn't love to feel pampered? Ultimately though, the sexier and more confident I feel, the more He benefits. So, in a round-a-bout way I will be doing it for His benefit.

Only a quick one

Well, what a surprise I got Thursday night when I was talking to Him. He said that He was going to surprise me by coming to visit me on the weekend, but couldn't as He had commitments on Monday. Bugger! Then He asked about visiting this weekend that's coming up. I was all for it, until I realised that it would still be 'that' time of the month. Bugger again! So we chatted for a bit and I said that this weekend would be better for me. He then decided that He would come up Saturday morning and leave Sunday afternoon. Yahoo!

Although it was only a fleeting visit, it was wonderful to see Him again. And it was even better when He left...not because I wanted Him to go (I really didn't!), but because I knew I would be seeing him again in less than 3 weeks, there were no tears and I didn't plead with Him to stay longer (which is a big step for me, although not something I have to worry about once we move in together).

Oh how I've missed Him. And to be honest, it really is the little things that I miss the most. Like the daily kisses, waking up beside one another, having a meal together, getting cuddles and snuggling at night etc. Although in saying that, I did also really miss our masturbation sessions together. That's something that I was thinking about most of yesterday, in the lead up to last night. Mmm, my cunt's getting wet just thinking about it.

Last night was different. It was needy, and yet loving at the same time. I needed for Him to watch me play again, and I needed to watch Him jerk. However, we were also very loving with kisses and caresses. Although, it was more needy than loving (I think).

I was rewarded by being allowed to help Him as he jerked. I absolutely LOVE licking and sucking His balls as He jerks! There's something so animalistic about it for me. I enjoy it that much that He's told me previously that sometimes I get too eager and carried away. It's been a long time since He has let me help, and being able to do that again last night was just heaven. But it was different. He encouraged me to venture down further. He verbally coaxed me to lick His arsehole (something I've never done to anyone before).

I was a little apprehensive, and had many thoughts running through my head.
What would it taste like?
What would it feel like?
Would I be any good?
Could I do it right, or would I have to be taught?

I didn't have to worry about my ability...I was informed that I am a natural. (insert self proud smile here). As for the others, it wasn't anywhere near as bad as I imagined it would be. I liked it; it was different. And He obviously enjoyed it. After all, I was told that I would be doing it more often from now on.

After I got over my initial apprehensions, I relaxed more. And He held my ponytail, and me in place, ensuring I continued what I was doing. I alternated between licking and sucking His balls, and licking His arsehole.

One thing I really love about licking and sucking His balls while He jerks is the fact that I'm constantly hit in the face with His fist as He pumps away. I've never been bruised from this, although the thought does turn me. It's strange but good. When I'm doing it, I'm face-to-face (or face-to-fist) with the fact that He would rather jerk off than have sex with me in the 'normal' way. I love seeing it so close. It shouldn't turn me on, the fact that He would rather jerk, but it really does. I love that He prefers His hand to using my cunt.

He asked me last night if I was still happy that this was how our sex life was. In between short breaths from fucking myself with my big dildo, I managed to smile and look Him directly in the eye and state that I wouldn't have it any other way. I quizzed Him if He was still happy with it, and the reply I got? "I never want to fuck you again". *sigh* Heaven really is a place on earth. I love hearing Him tell me this, it gets me more wet than I already am, without fail.

I watched Him jerk, as He alternated between playing with His balls and having my hairy leg rubbing against them. I watched as He enjoyed himself immensely, and came all over my leg. He showered me with His love. This followed with Him encouraging me to fuck myself harder, faster and deeper with my dildo. I'm His good little girl and did as I was told. He licked and sucked on my nipples, edging me closer and closer. He counted down from 20 for me. God how I LOVE hearing Him say "Zero. Cum for me slut!" And I did as I was told, and as I did, He pulled on my nipples harder (just as I like it), and I kept on cumming.

I fell asleep as peacefully as I could, knowing I had just been His good little girl again. A smile came across my face just before I fell asleep..knowing He would be there in the morning as I woke up. And wouldn't you know...that smile was back on my face as soon as my eyes opened this morning. Heaven really is a place on earth.

Off-limits

I find it quite interesting that I have an adult blog which I have discussed and posted my thoughts on many subjects. I feel free to discuss such things as: my submission to my Master, His control over me, anal sex, fisting, my fantasies, spanking, discipline, pissing etc. However, there are some topics that even for me, someone who considers herself very open to new possibilities and very open-minded, I think twice about posting about. I even thought twice before admitting about our masturbation lifestyle.

In today’s society, where fetishes are becoming more and more accepted, I still think twice before posting on some topics. But why, when sexual practices are less taboo than they used to be, do I hesitate on sharing my thoughts about some things? Because even though we have become more accepting towards others and their ‘interests’, some topics, I feel, are still off limits, and that I might be judged in a negative manner should I talk openly about them. None the less, that’s what I’m about to do.

Two topics in particular that I still feel have negative connotations are animal sex, and female body hair. Let these two topics sink in, and think about how you feel about them. Is it negatively or positively?

Maybe they don’t interest you, maybe they turn you on, and maybe they repulse you. But these are two topics that I could have posted about many times and haven’t. And I haven’t because honestly, I worry that I might get negative comments about what I say or that what I say would turn some readers away from coming back and reading my blog. Sure I could delete the comments (which I don’t want to do) or not write about them (which I have been doing), but I think today is as good a day as any to change that.

I’m not saying that I’ve had sex with animals, but it is a fantasy of mine. Whether I act on this or not in the future is irrelevant, because up until this point I haven’t felt comfortable admitting here that this is one of my fantasies and something that does turn me on. I’m not talking about animals in general or saying that I want to try having sex with as many male animals as I can, but I do fantasise about having sex with dogs and to a lesser extent horses. That’s as far as it goes with me, but everyone is different and I’m sure there are others out there that would want to try it with more than just a dog or a horse, and that’s cool.

Now onto female body hair, the other topic that I haven’t felt comfortable discussing here before now. We as women are taught from a young age that it is not beautiful or feminine to be sporting hairy armpits, legs, or facial hair. This is what razors are for, to get rid of that unsightly hair and thus be more appealing to the opposite sex.

Now I’m not a big one for facial hair on women, and I don’t have to worry about this, but there are women out there who do. It is their choice as to whether they keep this or get remove it, and I support their decision. The same goes for armpit and leg hairs as far as I’m concerned. It is a woman’s personal choice if she wants to keep it or remove it.

For me, I’m not being lazy when I don’t shave my legs. It’s a chore for me. I can’t see much clearly without my glasses unless it’s within a few inches of my face. This makes shaving my legs a tiresome task with spots always missed. Sure when I was just hitting puberty the idea of finally being able to shave my legs was exciting, but back then I could see more than I can now, and I bought into the media’s idea of what beauty is determined by. Now on the other hand, it’s a different story.

I’m not a tree-hugging hippy feminist and I don’t burn my bras, but I prefer to have hair on my legs. Yes I do shave, but far infrequently than I’m told I should. I always used to shave my legs before Master came to visit, because I didn’t want him to see me as not being feminine enough. Now I don’t. Why? Well, yes it’s my choice, but it’s also something He loves. Yes you read that right, He loves my legs being hairy. He would much prefer to touch my legs when they are covered in hairy growth than when I’ve just shaved them. Why? It’s a fetish of His, this is just who He is, and I couldn’t be more happy about that. I get to be me, and He loves me all the more for that.

I haven’t shaved my legs in almost 8 months, and yes I’ve been through Winter, Spring and Summer like this (and soon to be Autumn). I used to be self-conscious about wearing anything other than jeans or long pants that didn’t cover my hair. I would worry that people were staring at my legs, assuming I was some kind of hippy or feminist or both. And I’m not saying being either of those things is bad, it’s just not the reason for me not shaving my legs. So what about now? How am I now going out in public not having hair free legs? I do it and I wear shorts and skirts and people can see I have hairy legs, but I don’t care. I stand tall and true to myself, because this is me. And if they want to look and think negatively about me, then I say “Go right ahead”. What they think or feel doesn’t affect me. I am me and I will continue to be me.

Armpit hair I do have, although I don’t let it get too long. An inch is the longest it’s been (and some of you are probably reading this and thinking “An inch…and that’s not too long?”). I don’t grow it any longer because of personal hygiene reasons, and that’s my choice. How does He like it? I hear you ask. Well, He’s the one who encouraged me in the first place. I wasn’t opposed to it, but I wasn’t exactly for it either. How times have changed. My armpit hair and leg hair turns Him on, which in turn, turns me on. So here I am, saying it loud and proud that I am a hairy woman. Will I change my mind down the track? Possibly, but then again I may not. As long as we’re both happy, then that’s all that matters really. What other people think and feel about my body hair, as I said before is irrelevant. I will continue being true to myself until the day I die. After all, it’s me that has to live with it. And it certainly isn’t my job to keep everyone happy. I do what makes me happy period.

Lucy