Every time I hang out with my boyfriend I trim my pubes. We’ve been sexually active for almost a year but mostly just me giving him head because we’ve never had enough time to try new stuff. He’s otherwise a virgin and doesn’t know what he’s doing so he needs a bit of coaching. But I still do it anyway because he’s vocalized that he really wants to and m a y b e this time the conditions will be just right. Except Saturday. Because when we her supposed to be together Saturday it was at a party I was throwing and there’d be a lot of people and there was only 1 big tent for all my friends(plus bf) afterwards when we camped out, and yada yada. Very busy, no time. OR SO I FUCKING THOUGHT. We found a place, we had privacy, we had enough time, he even initiated it and everything. Felt like magic. Then he kept pulling back because my pubes were really messing with his sensory issues. He couldn’t keep going and he felt really bad. So I sucked his dick to cheer him up then we just cuddled and he fingered me a bit and it was nice but fucking damn it. Non stop on my mind since. Literally the one fucking time I don’t shave. The. One. Time. I almost got eaten out but of course it had to be THE ONE TIME I DON’T SHAVE.

I’m so frustrated. F u c k