Depilation

Once, I came to work not quite put together; I overslept and was in a big hurry while getting ready and dressed. I decided not to wear underwear—I didn't want to search through my closet where everything is piled up in a jumble. After putting on just my pants, I started zipping up the fly and accidentally caught a few hairs and pulled them. It was unpleasant and a bit painful, but then it stopped. I unzipped, and a few hairs fell to the floor.

"How painful and unpleasant, pulling out your own hair," I thought.

On the way, I forgot all about it and didn't remember again until I accidentally saw Antonina, our accountant, one day using tweezers in front of the mirror to pluck hairs above her eyebrow and yank them out. It even made me shudder.

"What a masochist," I thought, and then I remembered how I accidentally pulled out a few pubic hairs with my pants zipper.

Then everything was forgotten again until I saw an ad on TV for sticky wax strips that women use for leg hair removal.

"How can anyone torture themselves like that? It must hurt. It's easier to just take a razor and shave if there's such a need," I thought and turned off the TV.

After that, I saw that ad several more times, and it became so annoying and persistent, and the girl who ripped the hair from her legs with that sticky patch looked so happy and smiling. To see if it was really like that, I decided to try it myself. Of course, I didn't have anything like what was advertised at home, except for regular tape. I cut a small strip and placed it over the hair on my pubic area.

That area is always hidden, and when I bathe, no one will see, as long as I'm wearing underwear, but on the legs, it would be immediately noticeable and I couldn't walk around in shorts. Well, I stuck the strip of tape, pressed it firmly, and decided to rip it off, like in the ad. When I pulled on the edge, it came off easily, and there wasn't a single hair on it.

"So much for tape; you definitely can't do this kind of hair removal with that," I thought and was about to stop everything and threw the piece of tape on the table. It bent and stuck to itself on the adhesive side. I tried to tear it apart but couldn't even lift a corner, and a new idea immediately came to me.

I cut off about five centimeters of tape again and pressed it against a few hairs on my pubic area. Then I folded it in half, adhesive sides together, and squeezed tightly. It stuck. Then I took it with two fingers and gently pulled. The hairs stretched along with the tape, slightly pulling the skin, and there was a tingling sensation, unpleasant and painful.

"Well, it's not so bad, not that scary," I thought, only why don't they come off?

Then I loosened the tension and jerked sharply. I was left with a piece of tape in my hand, and between it, I could see several pulled-out hairs. Throughout this, I didn't even feel as much pain as before. There was an unpleasant sensation for just a moment when the hairs were pulled out, and that was it. I didn't calm down and repeated it, and again nothing, except in my hand, between the strips of tape, I could see about a dozen hairs, and at their ends, something white was visible.

"Probably the roots," I thought.

Then I tried again and again in different places, and I plucked a few hairs on my pubic area, then on my scrotum, and even right at the base of my penis. It was unpleasant only when the hairs were pulled out, but afterward, I didn't feel anything. Even a new sensation began to emerge, and I felt good and interested. Then I thought that I could pluck everything this way, but the excitement didn't stop me.

This activity captivated me so much that I pulled down my pants, sat comfortably on the bed, and started sticking the hairs in different places below my navel, pulling them, and collecting these pieces of tape with hairs into one pile. I didn't even notice how quickly the hair on my pubic area and scrotum thinned out, and indeed, all over my groin. And I kept going, gluing visible clumps of hair with tape and pulling, or rather tearing them out along with the roots, whitish at the tips where they were torn. And when I could no longer find a single clump of hair to glue and tear out, I came to my senses and looked at the pile of plucked hairs mixed with pieces of tape and practically bald genitals, with only sparse individual hairs visible here and there. I thought:

"What have I done?"

But there was nothing to do, so I got up and went to the mirror. Instead of a thick hair cover near the genitals, where sometimes the black mass of hair made it hard to see the scrotum and part of the penis, I saw a plucked-like-a-chicken penis and bare balls.

"Look at the mess I've made," I thought.

But there was nothing to do, and after wiping everything around with lotion to prevent dirt from getting in, since red dots were visible here and there, I went to sleep. And waking up in the morning, I suddenly wanted to tell you, my readers, how I gave myself a hair removal.

I'll be honest, I even liked it, and afterward, I got indescribable pleasure from a short masturbation. Or rather, jerking off. Now I just don't know if the hair will grow back or not. And if it does, I can promise for sure that I'll do it again. And if I happen to meet a girl or woman who wants to practice plucking hair, I'll gladly let her pull out all the hair in my genital area.

Sergey K.

Chelyabinsk Region.