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Bush is best!

Call me old fashioned, but I know what I like. And I like my women to have pubic hair.

I get how some people, particularly those under the age of 30, might see this as really retro, but I’m old enough to remember when erotic images of naked women always had pubic hair. Then shaved pubes first started appearing in film and print. We went from natural, hairy bush to trimmed and sculpted, to tiny Brazilian or landing strip, and finally to the full Hollywood wax, with every hair taken off, all in the space of a few years.

It’s not that I mind seeing a totally bare pussy – I appreciate the way it allows us to see every detail. Once upon a time, back before HD and super sharp photographic imagery, you couldn’t always see things clearly. It was only when a girl was spreading her pussy open with her fingers that you could see anything past the forest of fuzz; so when the camera tech got better and the models started to shave off their hair, I loved it as much as the next man. It was mind blowing and incredibly sexy to see so much.

Back then most of the girls I dated didn’t shave, so it was a real novelty to see it in erotica – I guess that’s when I developed my life-long passion for porn! But real life catches up with porn eventually (I could write a book about this…) and after years of living with a woman who never trimmed her bush, I found myself on the dating scene again. Only now, it seems that everyone shaves every last hair off – and I find myself missing it.

It’s not like I’m obsessed with it, I relish the surprise element of seeing everything from super-hairy to totally bald, so I totally appreciate the variety SexArt shows. And I find it really refreshing to see such pretty girls who have chosen to go natural even when most of their peers are waxing.

Messiah is a perfect example. She’s cute, she’s got a great body, slim with lovely curves, and as she’s only 20 you’d expect her to have a Brazilian at least. But no, in three of her four photosets to date, she pulls down her panties to reveal that dark bush, a wide spread of pubic hair that goes down far enough that it frames her clitoral hood and creeps around her labia. That’s a sexy view, filled with promise. You know you’re going to have to wait until she’s got her legs wide open or, if you were dating her, until you’d got your face down there, before you can really get to know her pussy.

And that’s what I’ve come to realize I love about pubic hair – it keeps a little bit of mystery to a woman’s sex. It’s like the difference between nudity and sexy clothing. If you’ve ever been on a nudist beach, surrounded by naked women, you know it’s not that sexy (alright, there’s always one woman who is so astoundingly beautiful naked that she makes everyone stop and stare, but that’s the exception to the rule!), but when you see a gorgeous girl in a bikini, it’s a lot sexier because your mind fills in the blanks.

Gracie is another favorite, she’s such a sexy girl! I love the way she keeps a little trim triangle of pubic hair right up above her pussy, but has everything else shaved off. She has a lot of really hot photosets, and it’s a cute little tease when she keeps her legs together so all we see is her sweet bush, then parts them to reveal the juicy pink folds of her bare pussy. It looks delicious.

But French model Dennie is definitely the Queen of the Bush Babes. She is super cute, with lovely little titties and sexy, tousled hair, and her pubic hair is totally natural and untamed. Her photoset “Ateriza” is my favorite, it starts off with her in an open lace top and panties that seem to bulge with the amount of hair she’s got in there, and as it progresses, she lets it be known that she’s got that classic Eurobabe thing going on. She lifts her arms to show she’s got armpit hair (rare and damn sexy these days); then there’s a moment when she’s taken off her panties but she’s on her back with her legs in the air and you don’t get to see anything until the camera moves around a little and – bam! – there it is, a full bush of pubic hair that’s so thick you can’t see her pussy at all. Even with her legs wide open, it’s still shrouded in mystery. You know you’re going to have to get down there with your fingers and tongue to open that up and learn all her sexy secrets. I love how her bush goes all the way around her pussy and back to her asshole. I love how it bristles out over her labia, I love how some of her pussy juice gets caught in it when she’s playing with herself. It’s so alluring. I’ll bet she smells and tastes delicious.

I really enjoy the fact that SexArt respects the model’s personal grooming choice, and brings us such a variety of options. Sure, I am a member of Love Hairy too, so I never miss an update of one of my unshaved favorites, but I value the element of surprise at SexArt. Long may the hairs grow!

 

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First time lust in swinging London

Erotic fiction inspired by Messiah in “Dileva

Eighteen years old and I took my first trip overseas. My family and I were flying from small town Ohio to London; it was 1968 so my head was full of The Beatles! The Who! The Mods! Carnaby Street! Apple Records! Bond Girls! I was so excited.

The first thing we discovered was that London was huge: Hyde Park and a bunch of castles and Chinese restaurants and hotels, with lots of Londoners fast walking the crowded streets and speaking unintelligibly. Fortunately, that cheeky accent made the girls even cuter.

And they were everywhere: waitresses, hotel clerks, shop girls, cleaning ladies, and all over the TV in sexy ads. Not to mention the newsstands loaded with pornography. There was nothing like that in Ohio! I was getting boners all day long that were hard to conceal, especially in my tight, mod slacks. And London girls loved to fuss over a teenaged boy from America, bringing me tea with yummy crumpets and biscuits – that's the other thing boys always think about, eating!

Halfway into the week I'd saved up enough change to buy one of those naughty magazines. I was very frustrated being in the hotel with my family, nowhere to go to jerk off, but I was determined. On the pretext of going out to see a movie one night, I purchased one of those dirty mags with my pocket of weird coins and my shaking hands. I slipped into an alley near the hotel where there was a dumpster and some trash cans and hid behind them. The pictures of the cute English girls with their straight, mod hairdos, big round boobies, lipstick, plump round bottoms and hairy bushes had an instant effect; my erection was painfully hard. With my back against the bricks, I unzipped and savored the release. And it didn't take long. I could feel a climax building and angled my boner so nothing would get on my slacks. I was starting to squirt when I heard a rustle, opened my eyes and saw the face of a horrified woman staring at me with a garbage bag in her hand.

Terrified, I turned and tried to run but my pants were around my ankles, tripping me over a trashcan and dumping me on my face in the contents. Oh my god! I was about to be arrested for being a sex criminal! Unbelievably scared, I started to cry as I tried to get up; then the lady was helping me stand.

"Sorry, love! Are you hurt?" she asked.

Quickly pulling up my pants, I blurted out some nonsense. "No, I don't think so. But this is a mess!" Suddenly she was laughing, and I realized how cute she was. "Are you going to have me arrested?"

"For what? Oh, I see. That's nothing... Free Love and all that, right? You're American, aren’t you?"

I explained I was on vacation with my family and she seemed to find my embarrassment rather sweet. “I'm done with my shift and our flat's just down the street. Come with me and let’s get you cleaned up." She turned and trotted off down the street, and I followed, utterly bemused.

When we reached her flat she handed me a towel. "You have a wash while I wash those dirty clothes,” she said. “What’s your name?”

"Greg."

"My name's Nancy… and this is Lulu, my flatmate!"

"Hello, Greg. Ooh, you're a tall one," her friend said, touching my chin. In the bathroom I stripped, handing my filthy clothes out the door. I was starting to recover, aware that both girls were totally cute. They fussed and giggled and chatted in their tiny kitchen but I couldn't understand a word of it until one of them called out to me.

"Greg! Would you like a cup of tea? I’m sorry, we don’t do coffee much here. Here, take my dressing gown. You can wear that while you wait for your clothes.”

Nancy's face appeared around the bathroom door, handing the robe in and... checking me out? I emerged and sat on the couch beside Nancy, who seemed to snuggle up closer to me. My hands covered my lap because, naturally, my johnson was betraying me again. And to make matters worse, Lulu came in with a tea tray and set it on the coffee table, with nothing but her skivvies on!

"Whoops! Sorry Greg, didn’t know you were in here. I'm just getting ready for work."

Stunned, I couldn't take my eyes off her big, round breasts in their huge brassiere. I thought I heard angels singing when I felt Nancy's lips around my straining shaft. I looked down and she was licking the tip, her big brown eyes fixed on mine.

"I just couldn't waste it, handsome!"

I heard a soft snap and looked up to see Lulu's big white bra flying off and her boobs spilling out, their pink and brown nubby nipples mesmerizing.

"Ooh, that's lovely!" she said, admiring my erection. She knelt between my knees and wrapped those puppies around my stiffy, slowly jerking me off and licking my glans with each stroke.

Tea and crumpets were forgotten now; I was dissolving into ecstasy, my cock deep inside Lulu's slippery mouth. I was almost ready to get off, but Nancy said, "I saw him first, Lulu." Naked now, she sat on my knees and looked over her shoulder.

"Sorry Greg, but I can't get preggers. I think you'll like this, though..." She scooted back into my lap, reached for my straining shaft, and pressed me into her bottom.

What the hell was this? I'd never heard of anal sex! I was still a virgin though, so I hadn't heard of much; and I knew it felt incredible, Nancy rocking on my joint, fingers buried in her pubes. We went at it until Nancy moaned, her whole body tensed and she shuddered her orgasm all over me, drenching my crotch. I couldn't hold out. I erupted and filled up her asshole, her sweaty buns jiggling as I slammed into them.

I didn’t even have a chance to go soft before Lulu pushed Nancy off me and fed my slippery shaft into her bushy folds. Her pussy was hot and wet and hairy. Her curvy body bounced on my lap, so I pulled a boob to my mouth and sucked on her nipple. She tasted so sweet and her nipple stiffened up instantly. She switched me to her other boob and I sucked her nipple hard, confident now. I was a cocksman, ploughing a fertile field; not faltering, but ready to come again. Ah, to be eighteen again...

Lulu rose up on her knees and lined up the tip of my cock with her asshole, sighing as she slid down the pole, feeling me spreading her plump cheeks apart. I knew what I was doing now and started thrusting upward into her ass. I cupped her cheeks with my hands so I could bury my stiffy in her back passage. He boob was still in my mouth and I gave her little bites until she was moaning, then slammed her hard and gave her my load, feeling her butthole get warm and soft while she climaxed over her busy fingers. Wow!

Nancy fetched my clean clothes and handed them to me with a kiss. “You’d better have another wash,” she smiled. “You can’t go back to your hotel smelling of sex!”

Washed and dressed and ready to leave, I said, “I had a lovely time…”

“So did we,” Nancy said, pushing me towards the door. She grinned and gave me the Peace sign.  “Free love, right?”

 

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