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Okay everyone, we’ve all got hair. As American women we are taught at an early age that removing, shaving, waxing, and plucking were all the ways to control our “hair problem,” even many men are trimming, shaving, and removing their body hair. In nature the hairiest man gets the lady, we’re animals, so what makes us different?
I grew up with a very hairy step-father. I remember wondering why the hair on his head connected to the hair on his back. I also remember my mom, friends, and family making fun of this. I would never eat anything that would “put hair on your chest” for fear of ending up ridiculed for a hairy body.
When I started dating I found myself very attracted to facial hair, but not to body hair. Most of the guys I slept with had very little body hair, or went the wrestling route and shaved it all off (something about less friction for their opponent to hang on to).
Recently I began dating/fucking a new man. Before we slept together I’d seen him naked in a music video. He was hot, HUGE package, very confident, and then he turned around, and I was floored. I had never seen such a hairy back since my step-dad. I was not repulsed by this, or necessarily turned off, I didn’t know what I would think of him in person. I was a little worried, not going to lie.
The first time we fucked was a little bit of a blur, drinks had been involved, and I just really wanted to get laid. The next time I remember noticing his hair, but only briefly, the man was amazing in bed. As time has progressed I find myself not even noticing the hair until someone jokes about it, and even then I find myself wondering if he’s really that hairy.
At this point all I know is I love nothing more than having him fuck me to near unconsciousness, then falling asleep in his warm, sweaty, sex stained hairy chest.
How do you like your men?