Craftsmate and I come home from a party only to immediately head into my bedroom. He asks me what I want to do and I shrug, lying back on my bed. Suddenly, a smirk crosses his lips and he picks up my razor.

“Do you want to tonight?” he asks.

We had been talking about him shaving my pussy for a few weeks now. I have never had anyone shave it before and the idea was really exciting for me, but both of our schedules had been busy until this point, with the semester being over.

We put down a towel on my bed and he fills a cup with water. I decide to put some music on and take my clothes off, lying down on the towel. He strips down as well, grabs my sewing scissors and positions himself between my legs.

“I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but your pussy’s really cute,” he says as he starts to trim the excess hair away.

He’s meticulous, which starts to work me up. Every so often, he sets the scissors down to rub his thumb over my clit. I alternate between singing along to the music, begging him to just put the scissors down and touch me, and grinding up against his thumb.

I get more desperate when he finishes trimming, pours the cold water onto my pussy and starts to spread shaving cream over my shivering body. However, he continues to take his time, carefully drawing the razor over my lips and mound in slow, deliberate strokes.

When he finishes, Craftsmate teases his fingers over my now smooth, bare lips. He picks up some lotion and starts to rub it onto my pussy when I say, “I think I need some here.” I gesture to my clit and he chuckles.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, lowering his lips over my clit. I nod eagerly but he tilts his head, kissing up my thigh instead.

I whine and try to arch myself up to meet his mouth, but he persists. By the time he finally indulges me, I am almost too delirious to acknowledge it right away.