Tee hee. I get frequent demands from the man of the house to stroke his chest and belly fur. And to massage his feet. And to massage his shoulders. And to run my fingers through his head hair… AM I NAUGHT BUT A PROVIDER OF TACTILE COMFORTS?
Luckily, I love his furry chest and belly.
Oh C’mon… what woman doesn’t love the thrill of swinging off the furry grapevine, sizing up each and every single individual branch and using your mane to wipe the dust-stained floor? Common-sense people!
Actually, my current g/f seems to love the fact that although I don’t have much chest hair, I seem to have a little shrub around my belly (aptly and cutely named belly fluff).
Personally I agree with Philster. I’ve only waxed once and I slathered on baby oil (I was actually a pretty well built punk at the time) and looked like Mr Israel. I much prefer the totally bare look - it complements a well toned body far better (not that that does me much good now).