For my birthday, Mother-in-Law gave me a gift certificate for a pedicure at a local spa.
I decided to use the certificate today and took a look at the spa’s service menu. Along with nail treatments, they had waxing. Every now and again, I have considered getting a bikini wax. Using hair removing lotions and creams only last a week and razor burn is awfully uncomfortable. Today I thought, “Hey, why not?”
The lady who was assigned to me was very nice. I told her that this was my first time doing this and she kindly explained the process to me. Before disrobing, I excused myself to the restroom. On the side of the toilet was what appeared to be an armrest. Closer examination revealed that this object had buttons. Curious, I pressed the one with the “woman” icon and was squirted with warm water! :eek: Another first today: using a bidet.
The waxing wasn’t as painful as I feared. Usually, I’m very shy, especially about having someone examine my nether regions. The spa employee was very respectful and professional and that put me at ease. (Honestly, I need to get used to this. When the time comes for the Mouseling’s birth, it will seem like everyone has had a good long look at my woman bits.)
My toe nails are pink, a color I never wear, but I liked this shade. Now, after the wax and the pedicure, I feel very sexy.
Did you go for the sides or a full brazilian? I was scared of the pain the first time but I love it. I have been cutting back on extras like this so this month I skipped the brazilian and went back to shaving.
Never go back. Never.
Nahh uh uh. Don’t even think about it. You’ll not respect yourself in the morning.
PS - the first time is the worst. Next time it’s not even as bad.
I had what they called a “deep bikini.” Its more than the sides, but not quite as much as a brazilian. Much to my surprize, it feels and looks really good.
I tired to take a picture of my cute, pink toes with a dramatic grey cat background but the lighting wasn’t right. Sorry.
Well at least some pictures that are relevant to the thread title at least, I mean for Og’s sake we suffered through the vibrator thread among others and now this. Your all titillation and no gratification woman.
You realize, of course, that by 40 weeks you won’t care that half the hospital staff will have looked at your bits, as long as they get the Mouseling out?
I’m the wife of an amature photographer. Sometimes I swear he loves his cameras more than me! (I kid . . . mostly. ) On my wish list is a decent digital camera so I can post pics - of kitties not pussies.
You’re right. Up until recently, I have always tried to keep the number of people who have seen me naked to a minimum. That goal has gone with the wind. Who knows, maybe I’ll take up nude sun bathing or something. (Ah no. I’m fish-belly white and it doesn’t take me long to turn fire engine red. Can’t get sunscreen everywhere.)
It’s an old gag about a man trying out a super-hi-tech Japanese ladies’ toilet, and being warned not to press any buttons. But he experiments with “WW” (warm water) and “PP” (powder puff) without harm, before (as is the way of such jokes) he goes once too often to the well and pushes “ATR” Automatic Tampax Remover :eek:
A guy is flying first class. It’s an empty flight, and the gents toilet has a malfunction, so the stewardess tell him that he can use the First Class ladies, but that he must not press any of the buttons except the one labelled Flush. He agrees, and uses the loo several times (long haul). Eventually he is about an hour from his destination, and nature calls. He slips into the toilet, and does what he has to do. While sitting there, he sees the panel of buttons, and he can’t resist (like Mouse_Maven).
He presses the BW button. A jet of warm water caresses his nether regions. Ahh - Butt Wash.
He presses the DB button. Warm air blow his butt dry.
He’s feeling pretty confident. He stabs the ATR button.
He wakes up in hospital, doctors and nuses gathered round, and the stewardess.
She looks at him, and says - you pushed the button, didn’t you? He nods, aware of a serious lack down low.
The waxing was poorly timed. He’s been taking an online Java class and finals are next week. I told him, expecting some fun, but he was more interested in studying. sigh The honeymoon is over.
I’ll mention the Sony to him. My Nikon was stolen a while back :mad: and I’d like to get back into photography. I like macro photography, Spouse likes landscapes. Sharing a camera hasn’t worked because we need different settings and Spouse isn’t crazy about my preferred subject matter.
Spouse’s photo fantasy: Working for National Geographic, assigned to Alaska and Northern Canada.
My photo fantasy: Becoming established as a pathology photographer. Taking detailed pics of tissues for publication.
Your all titillation and no gratification woman. 
