Shaving Private area

Perhaps it's related to pedophilia, folks are imagining they are doing things with underage persons who can't grow hair.

Prince Andrew role playing.

I'm gonna go puke now.
Perhaps people like to look trim and well presented down there. Or they may have medical reasons for keeping the area free from hair. Don't make generic statements like yours.
 
For those who believe that laughter is the best medicine - a classic customer review: Veet for men (Amazon). Apologies in advance if my humour offends.

All the best,

Chris

Customer Review

John W. Osborne Jr.

5.0 out of 5 stars Veet -- the Men's Hair Removal Gel Creme (from hell) . . .
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 30 July 2012

After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits.

Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat.I ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was.

I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn't have long to wait.

At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head.

Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg.

Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief.

I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned.

Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse.

This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me.This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain.

The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.

Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering..." Ooooh that feels good "

Understandingly this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction.

I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status...

So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self respect....... :-
 
For those who believe that laughter is the best medicine - a classic customer review: Veet for men (Amazon). Apologies in advance if my humour offends.

All the best,

Chris

Customer Review

John W. Osborne Jr.

5.0 out of 5 stars Veet -- the Men's Hair Removal Gel Creme (from hell) . . .
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 30 July 2012

After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits.

Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat.I ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was.

I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn't have long to wait.

At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head.

Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg.

Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief.

I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned.

Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse.

This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me.This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain.

The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.

Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering..." Ooooh that feels good "

Understandingly this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction.

I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status...

So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self respect....... :-
It's probably like mistaking Deep Heat for Anusol.
 
Following removable of my original bladder due to cancer I had some issues which involved attaching things to myself. Hair, made it uncomfortable to remove each time. Because off this and a few other issues following surgery, I was advised to keep myself trim downstairs. Is that an acceptable reason.

Why can't STR members just help the original poster, rather than make suggestions that all people that shave themselves downstairs is because they are all paedophiles. If you consider it gross to keep yourself trim down their, don't post, it doesn't help.
That isn't what was said, it was implied that only paedophiles would want to have partners shaved to resemble....

Medical conditions are only temporary. I had colorectal cancer and had to shave my abdomen. It was a short term issue. I am no stocking up on Nivea Body Shaving Cream and Gillette Body razor ten years later.
 
That isn't what was said, it was implied that only paedophiles would want to have partners shaved to resemble....

Medical conditions are only temporary. I had colorectal cancer and had to shave my abdomen. It was a short term issue. I am no stocking up on Nivea Body Shaving Cream and Gillette Body razor ten years later.
You were certainly suggesting there wasn't sufficient medical reasons. I also shave my abdomen, only to apply bio oil. The medical team done it for the actual surgery.
 
How you can call a poster a troll on one post asking for suggestions I don't know. It seems you are the trolls making your accusations.
Call it Troll-Radar:

https://www.atgshaving.com/members/jony844.2772/
https://www.theshavingroom.co.uk/community/index.php?members/jonydixon844.10004/
https://theshaveden.com/forums/members/jony-dixon.22271/

He will never reply again.
Hey! Jony! Dixon! 844! From White Plains, New York or from Plymouth, Ohio, or from Austin, Texas - Prove me wrong!
I'll apologise right away.


Waiting...


Apart from that: Who cares if anyone shaves their gonads. If you like it, your wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/husband likes it. Cool.
No medical reason required. Can be fun. Be prepared for a long itchy period once you stop.
If you like your balls hairy - easy enough - no action required.
Now everyone calm down.
Rule #1 in shaving: you make the rules.
 
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