[nativeman40]

I don't think I have a particular fetish for pubic hair but I do like it. I like the look of it, I love the way it captures the intimate beautiful scent of pussy.

1. I think I saw my first pussy when I was 10 or 11. Our neighbour across the street was a goddess, a single parent mother in her late teens or early twenties. My own mother despised her and called her a wh*r*. I thought she was gorgeous. She was always sitting in her front lawn sunning herself and watching her baby. Occasionally she would ask me to watch her kid as she walked to the corner store for cigarettes or pop. I remember knocking on her door to sell band candy. She answered the door in a halter top and tight small terry cloth shorts. The shorts had a hole in them and her red pubes stood out like wildfire. I got a instant raging hard-on. I blushed and stammered as I tried to hide my bulge with my bag of chocolates. I think she was amused.

I used to visit her often after that. She never wore underwear. I could see up her denim shorts, under her short skirts as she sat on her lawn chair.I could even see the bulge of her pussy when she wore her tight pants.She liked showing off her body. I must have spilled gallons of sperm in my fantasies. She eventually moved away but I have always thought of her and dreamed about her in her tight terry cloth shorts.

2.One year I was at summer camp. Our canoe-ing instructor was an Amazon. She was a tall lean darkly tanned muscular no-nonsense woman.I wouldn't call her beautiful. She had sharp angular features, black hair with blond highlights. She barked orders and everyone was scared of her.

One day I crashed my canoe in some rapids and I was swept away by the currents. She immediately came to my rescue. I reached the shore and was panting away feeling lucky to be alive. At one point she had jumped in the water or she had been soaked by the fine river spray.By the time she had approached me she was soaking wet. Her white wet t-shirt clunged tightly to her small tits, her large perky nipples were hardened by the cold water. Her yellow bikini bottoms did a poor job of hiding her pussy. I could see her full dark hair, the folds of her pussy lips, her pubic hair stuck out on the sides and top. I was hypnotized and transfixed by her pussy. She didn't notice me noticing her. I was shivering and she thought I might be hyperthermic and rubbed my legs furiously. I kept telling her I was fine but I didn't want her to stop. As cold as I was, I got aroused by her hands on my body and the sound of her husky breathy voice. Her tits swayed as she rubbed my legs, her pussy hair was radiant...even from the back, you could see camel-toe and hair.

3. Many years later, as an adult I used to live at a hotel in Vancouver. There was a strip joint downstairs and I hung out there from time to time. Eventually I got friendly with the strippers and we hung out afterwards playing Scrabble and chess. During the day we climbed onto the roof so they could sunbathe. They used to sunbathe topless but they always wore bottoms. I asked them why. They told me that tanlines give customers a hint of the forbidden. Tanlines make pussies more erotic. But they always shaved their pussies. They said that's how guys like it. Bald pussies.

Not me. I like pubic hair. When I go down on a woman I want to smell her. I like putting my nose right in there, my tongue, my lips. I like kissing and licking and sniffing. Do you know what I mean?