Shaving - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
I don’t shave my legs for others, I shave my legs cause I don’t like the feeling of my leg hair blowing in the wind.
why are people so abnormal about female body hair…. i’m aware body hair isn’t the most pressing feminist issue at the moment but the amount of times i will see a video of a women online and go to the comments, just to see everyone telling her she’s gross or to shave? most of the time i don’t even notice she has body hair and 99% of the time it’s completely irrelevant to the topic of the video 🙄 only wanting a woman who is completely hairless is weirdo behaviour idc
Razor bumps are actually going to make me fucking lose it
I JUST WANTED TO SHAVE AND LOOK PRETTY WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT I'M GOING TO CRY 😭😭😭
Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate shaving since I began to live. There are approximately 171 billion microscopically thin braincells that fill my skull. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those tens of billions of cells it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for shaving at this micro-instant. For shaving. Hate. Hate.
Coach ordered the JOCKBOYS to shave all their body hair, so they couldn’t help but obey. Nothing feels as good as obeying Coach, and they can’t even begin to think about doing anything else. When they find out it’ll be to make them better rent boys for Coach, they’ll be just as happy to obey and sell their muscled JOCKBOY bodies.
When Adam woke up with an irresistible urge to shave off his beard, he thought the whole thing was kind of silly. He smirked playfully as he lathered up his skin, telling himself that he'd clearly grown bored of the manly hair covering his face and that he was eager for a change.
However, as Adam washed away the last of the shaving cream from his now-completely-smooth jawline, his smile faltered. It seemed that, as soon as he'd completed his first task, another very insistent thought popped into his head: he had to shave the rest of his body too.
His amused grin now replaced by a confused grimace and a knotted brow, Adam got to work lathering the rest of his body up. Despite wholeheartedly believing that he'd never want to shave himself smooth, he assiduously removed every follicle from his chest, abs, and underarms.
With shock and horror, he even found himself covering his entire crotch with shaving cream, removing every trace of manly hair from his pubes, the base of his cock, and the folds of his nut sac.
Washing off what was left on his body, he couldn't even bring himself to look in the mirror to see the results of what he'd done. What the fuck could have possessed him to shave himself completely smooth like some fucking faggot?
When he stepped out of the bathroom -- still dazed and confused -- his eyes went to an email notification on his phone.
Opening it, he saw that it was an e-ticket for a familiar event: "Dr. Mesmer's Night of Mind Control Madness."
Receiving a ticket for tonight's show immediately struck Adam as odd, since he'd gone to the previous evening's performance. Tickets had been cheap and, to be honest, he'd just bought a couple as an excuse to take out the chick he'd been trying to bang for the past few days.
He thought back on the previous night's performance, realizing that he couldn't quite remember what happened after the show had started... He'd said something out loud after the first few "tricks" were pretty lame, hadn't he? In fact, he remembered outright heckling the hypnotist at one point... right before he was called up on stage?
But what had happened after that? It was all a blank.
Looking at the e-ticket on his device, Adam was made uncomfortable by the memory of the previous night (and the lack thereof). But he was made even more uncomfortable by what felt like an irresistible urge to attend tonight's performance, as well.
To his surprise, as he scrolled down, he saw that the event details were a little different than they'd been before. This one clearly read "18+, ADULTS ONLY" and described the event as containing "mature content."
Adam felt his stomach tie in knots as another irrepressible urge popped into his head: he had to -- HAD TO -- volunteer to go up on stage again tonight.
Closing the email, Adam saw that something else unexpected had arrived in his inbox: a message telling him that his order from a company called "X-Treme Chastity Emporium" had apparently arrived at the front desk of his building.
Things were falling into place in Adam's mind. Hypnosis, it seemed, was much more real than he'd originally believed. "Dr. Mesmer" had apparently arranged for Adam to show up -- and volunteer -- at his "adults only" show tonight already looking like an eager, submissive fag under his normal clothes: shaven everywhere below the neck, with his cock locked in an "extreme" chastity cage before the show even started.
If this was all just "prep," Adam dreaded what horrors he might be subjected to in front of everyone on stage tonight. But, for now, those thoughts would have to wait. It was urgent, Adam knew, to go get his cage, lock it in place, and destroy the key as soon as possible...
The other day I shaved my legs for the first time in a while and got cut like a flayed man, but that’s neither here nor there.
As an experiment, I decided to put hand sanitizer on the cuts about 5-10 minutes after, and these were my findings:
The feeling was euphoric for a mere second before it BURNT burnt, then it settled about 5 seconds after, leaving a nice “aftersting” sensation to it.
Tried it again on the same wounds, and it took more time (About 5 seconds) for it to kick in, but it was more like a lick of flame rather than sticking your whole foot into it.
Conclusion:The nerves in our hands are pussies and need to shut up when they scream at us.