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This is a part of medical bdsm story playing doctor where razors do exist.
On a day when the seasons were changing, she sat before him on
the small stool in the bathroom, waiting for the razor.
She
couldn’t bear even the slightest growth of hair to lift any
sensation away from the surface of her skin. she continued to touch
everything to her newborn pussy, as though it was an extra sense
organ: what did an angora sweater feel like? what did the back of
a silver fork feel like? what did a chilled stick of butter feel
like? what did (guiltily, one day) the smooth toe of his shoe feel
like? what did the world feel like through the centre of her,
through the filter that made everything into pleasure? It never
occurred to her that he could take this away, because it never
occurred to her that she had been changing as surely as he had. his
cock was never engulfed by her, never felt the inside of her, and
his mouth had taken on the sensitivity of his cock. his mouth was
now the match for the sweet fresh mouth he had made between her
legs. he knew that the only way to hold her was to bring gifts,
bring new sensations to her, either with his mouth and hands, or
with his imagination.
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he began to ask things of her before the ritual. he’d hold the
razor close to her, after the soaping, and say, “will you show me
something new today” and she’d press toward him impatiently,
saying, “of course. now do it.” on one of these days, before he’d
drawn the razor over her, he made her wait while he filled a hot
water bottle. she’d never seen it before. it was deep pink rubber,
and had a slightly textured surface, small cross-hatching like a
cat’s tongue. there was something faintly hospital and official
about it, something therapeutic, something medicinal, something
that one’s mother would have on a top shelf somewhere, coiled with
rubber hose, looking harmless but forbidding any questions. the
water he put in was steaming. he lay this on the floor. and beside
it, he put a large jar of vaseline.
she breathed in, and then out.
throughout the shave, she was looking at the hot water bottle. a
new tingling moved around her buttocks and down the insides of her
thighs. the warm wash cloth was on her and again she was perfectly
smooth. she waited for his lips. he’d become so fixated on this
ritual, had transferred so much of his eroticism to his mouth, that
for some time, he’d begun to salivate during the shave. his mouth
watered, as he leaned forward to shave, if he opened his mouth, his
lips would wet and almost drip. he would lick his lips and swallow.
usually, when she told him she was sore, he would lean forward and
extend his tongue toward her and it she would see it glisten. today
was no different. he could have leaned forward and drooled like a
baby onto her. but he didn’t. he left the room.
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