I’m a longtime fan of Brazilian waxes. I got them for years at a spa before going DIY. I’ve heard a few stories on the news about people getting infections after getting waxed professionally.

Another thing I heard on the news is that small abrasions caused by waxing can “get infected”. Is it a personal [...]]]>

“Hi Shay,

I’m a longtime fan of Brazilian waxes. I got them for years at a spa before going DIY. I’ve heard a few stories on the news about people getting infections after getting waxed professionally.

Another thing I heard on the news is that small abrasions caused by waxing can “get infected”. Is it a personal hygiene thing? Or do these abrasions get infected by wax that’s already laden with germs? What exactly about waxing is so dangerous?

Even though I don’t get professional waxes anymore, I wonder if I can get an infection after a home wax. I buy a tub of microwavable wax that I use a few times (hey, it’s only me!). Is this dangerous? I usually shower before waxing, but I double-dip. I just figured that no one else is using my wax, so it’s safe.“

I’ve heard the news stories about Brazilian waxes as well. I have the impression that it’s not so much the salon’s fault for unhygienic practices; I mean, reputable places have to be very very careful because they know word will spread.

The skin on our genital area is a lot more delicate than on other parts of our bodies, it can’t take a lot of abuse. Some women likely get infections because their skin gets abraded (i.e. it gets little cuts) from the stress of the waxing.  Folliculitis is how the infection usually starts: the hair follicle is damaged by the waxing process. Add that to swimsuit season, where panties on a hot day and damp swimsuits can be an excellent breeding-ground for bacteria and voila: infection.

However, in your case, since you’ve been doing Brazilian waxes for a while, your skin has probably been toughened up by them and you shouldn’t really have much to worry about.

A lot of people get brazilian waxes as don’t really have any more trouble than a few spots (like razor bumps) that eventually clear up on their own – it’s relatively uncommon for an infection from waxing to get serious enough to warrant medical attention.

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The title of this post is reffering to the theme of today’s hot hentai mini gallery!

This particular gallery is dedicated to all my readers who have even taken a break in the middle of the day to take care of [...]]]> Oh No, don’t worry, The S Spot isn’t going anywhere!

The title of this post is reffering to the theme of today’s hot hentai mini gallery!

This particular gallery is dedicated to all my readers who have even taken a break in the middle of the day to take care of “things” in the bathroom!
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Looks like she’s concentrating really hard…

That’s more like it – let loose!

Wow – that’s quite a mess!

Sometimes you might want to bring along a friend to help.

You’ve got to work fast if you’ve only got a little bit of time!

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“Oh gosh! I’m so sorry!” I frantically [...]]]> Welcome to the new site!
I hope you enjoy the newest installment in what is becoming the “Diary of a Futa” series.   What!?  This is your first time seeing DoaF?  Well, you’d better get caught up!  Part 1, part 2, part 3.  And now, on with the story:

“Oh gosh! I’m so sorry!” I frantically rummaged in my backpack for a tissue and handed the pack to Laura.

It hadn’t taken long: as soon as Laura had started sucking my cock, pausing every few moments to teasingly lick up and down the shaft, I had felt like I was going to lose my mind. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t talk, all I could do was lean back in my chair and moan every so often – I was totally lost in the amazing sensations that her hot, wet mouth was producing.

After a few moments Laura had popped my cock out of her mouth, stroking my shaft tightly with her fist she asked” are you ready to cum?”

“Yes,” I gasped weakly, barely able to concentrate on her question. She grinned and dove onto my cock once again. Catching me by surprise, Laura reached into my panties and deftly rammed her fingers into my dripping wet and over-excited pussy. That, combined with the feeling of her hot, wet mouth sucking my cock, put me right over the edge – I think I screamed out loud as I came, hard.

Panting as I recovered, I looked down to see that Laura was a bit of a mess. My cum had splashed all over her cheeks, her lips, and had dripped down over her exposed cleavage- hence my search for the tissues.

Laura took the tissues from me and grinned. “So,” I asked sheepishly, ” did… did it taste the same?”

Instead of answering, Laura stood, rubbing her body over mine as she slowly rose.  My softening cock rubbed along her stomach and our breasts pressed together as she brought us nose to nose.

She leaned in and kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back and realized why she hadn’t said anything yet: she had filled her mouth with as much of my cum as she could, before having to let the rest spill onto her face and chest.

After a few moments, she pulled away and asked, “well, what do you think?”

My head was swimming but I managed to answer, “it doesn’t quite taste the same as my pussy juices, does it?”

“Yeah… but it also didn’t taste like a guy’s cum – no bitter aftertaste. Here, try some more.” She giggled and stood, pressing her breasts into my face.

As she stood, I realized that the spot on my thigh where she had been perching was now wet. Turnabout is, of course, fair play and so I quickly slid my own hand into her panties – “Laura, you’re drenched!”

She blushed and tweaked my nipple through my bra, “I can’t help it, I always get super turned on when I give a blowjob.”  She reached her hand back to slide her fingers back into my own sopping wet pussy, pressing the heel of her hand against the base of my recovering shaft.

I glanced around the room: our notes were still all over the table, Laura was still a bit of a mess, and the room was going to expire soon – a new group of students could be banging on the door and peering through the little window at any moment. “Why don’t we go somewhere more comfortable and private,” I suggested.

“Good idea,” she giggled and tweaked my nipples again, making me gasp, “I forgot you were such a screamer.”

I did my best to tuck my cock under the waistband of my skirt while Laura mopped the last of my cum off her body before we packed up our stuff and headed down to return our room key. I live closer to campus, so we linked arms, like any other pair of best girl friends, and tried to look casual as we made a bee-line to my place.

“Laura,” I whispered as we walked, “I thought you told me you could deep throat?”

“I can, but your cock was just too big! I felt like I could barely fit it in my mouth!”

I must have had a shocked look on my face because Laura laughed and said, “don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll get it to fit elsewhere just fine.” We both burst out laughing and resisted breaking into a run.

Tom discretely did his best to clean up the strings of cum stuck to the bottom of his desk. He ran his other hand through his hair, still trying to decide if what he had seen was for real or if it had just been the product of his overactive imagination combined will too many late nights surfing for Futa hentai.

Not many people knew that if you sat in just the right spot in one of the two study rooms on the sixth floor, you could get a pretty good view through the window of the other room. Tom liked to sit there because people-watching always made a nice study break.

He had seen some pretty funny stuff in the past: skit rehearsals, vandals, arguments, even the odd frantic make-out session, but never this.

His heart was still racing. He hadn’t thought anything when he’d first seen those two girls go into the other study room, except that they were both cute and one looked like she had particularly nice tits. But when he had glanced across at them a little later, he’d practically had to pick his jaw up off the floor! One girl (the one with bigger boobs), was standing behind the other, reaching over her shoulder to stroke… her cock!?! Tom had pressed his face against the glass, trying to figure out if what he was seeing was for real or not.

The girl with the cock sure looked like it was for real; she had her eyes closed and must have been moaning like crazy. He had felt is own cock stiffen in his pants as the girl with big tits had knelt between the thighs of the girl with the cock and slipped it into her mouth…

NEXT CHAPTER

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I feel like we’ve been talking about blowjobs so much for the past week or so that clearly this is a theme deserving of it’s own Hot Hentai Mini Gallery!

Okay, it's not a blowjob... but it's about to be!

Shame about the censoring, but look how you can see the suction in her cheeks!

Blowing an invisi-cock? That's just weird, but answers the question of what it might look like when the invisible man gets head.

Sometimes one just isn't enough!

C'mon, you knew I was going to slip in at least one Futa pic. ^_~ See, not all Futas only do women!

Well... it's one way to open your throat for deep throating... I guess...

It took me a while before I was able to find an uncensored version on this one - recognize the character? She should look familiar (hint, check out my user pic)

Finding it hard to keep her hands out of the cookie jar - can you blame her?

When I used this one around thanksgiving, readers were clamoring for an un-obscured view - here it is at last!

Let's finish off this gallery with an animation!

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So, what did you think?
Which were your favourites? Why?
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Okay, just a few more minutes and class will be done, [...]]]> Since you have all been so good, I’ve decided to post another chapter from Diary of a Futa! Enjoy!
[New to the series? Check out Part 1 and Part 2 first!]

“Neuropsychological test results are not often specific to CNS impairment and can instead reflect….“

Okay, just a few more minutes and class will be done, I thought to myself .

I couldn’t believe that I had made it through lecture without incident. I was working really hard (if you’ll forgive the pun), trying to focus on taking notes and not letting myself get distracted by my cock. It really didn’t help that I couldn’t stop checking out my best friend Laura.

I don’t know if it was something to do with the not-so-little addition between my thighs, but I was finding her knee touching mine and the view of her cleavage over her shoulder particularly distracting today. I had to keep pinching my arm, to help keep me from getting hard.

We’d been friends for a long time and, sure we’d fooled around a little together in the past, but always with plenty of alcoholic lubrication – it’s not like we had a romantic history or whatever, we’ve just been best friends for a long time.

I tore my thoughts away from our past drunken experimentations just in time to make a note of the assignment due for class next week. Lecture was finally over and I was ready to rush home and hopefully get some work done – after, of course, making sure that my new cock was satisfied enough to let me concentrate in peace.

I gathered together my notes and pens and dropped them into my backpack, pinching myself a few more times to make sure that my cock would stay tucked tightly into my panties until I could get it home. I was really starting to understand men’s complaints about inappropriate erections – it is much easier not having to think about your genitalia announcing your state of arousal to the world.

“Hey, you’re done for the day now, right?” asked Laura

“Yup, I think I’m going to go home and get started on this assignment” after wanking myself into my oblivion – I added silently in my head.

“Well, why we don’t we grab a private study room at the library and work on this together? You’re more familiar with the testing protocols and I know more about the disorders – so we can help each other.”

Her idea did make sense and I honestly couldn’t think of a reason not to agree – though perhaps that was because I was distracted by her lips and couldn’t help wondering how they might feel wrapped around my cock. I had tried sucking myself earlier, just to see what it felt like, but hadn’t been able to get more than a few inches into my own mouth. I had remembered during lecture how Laura used to brag about being able to deep-throat and I had become a little obsessed with wondering what that would feel like.

I felt my cock twitch a little in my panties – ugh shake it off, I told myself.

The library was crowded, so we ended up being assigned to a study room on the 6th floor. There were only two study rooms on that floor and the microfiche stacks between them, so it was the most deserted and quietest floor of the library.

We closed the door behind us, sat down opposite each other, and spread out our notes and text books on the table between us. We worked well on our assignment for about an hour; I tried not to stare down her top (too much) and we got quite a lot done.

Then Laura had a question about a diagram. She got up to lean over my shoulder and point out the particular part that she didn’t understand. My head felt thick and hot; all morning I had been battling my heightened state of arousal and now, with Laura pressing her breasts against my shoulders, I was starting to really lose it.

First, I felt my face flush as I started to explain the diagram to her. Then, I felt my nipples harden and rub gently against my bra as I shifted to grab a pencil to draw an arrow on the diagram. I felt my labia swell and begin to ache and I tried, I really did try, to ignore feeling the rush of blood flowing into my cock, making it swell and inflate. As if ignoring this would have prevented what happened next.

“What’s that?” Laura had glanced down and spotted a bulge under my skirt as I wrapped up my explanation.

My mind wouldn’t work fast enough to come up with an explanation – “whats, what?” I asked stupidly.

“That,” she poked the bulge and I groaned inwardly. I could see a tiny spot on pre-cum that had soaked through my skirt where she had poked the head of my cock.

“Okay seriously, what is …” she broke off as she twitched back my skirt and saw my cock, now fully erect and sticking right out of my panties.

“What The Fuck!” she shouted, backing away, “is that real?!”

“Yes, I’m pretty sure it’s real,” I replied miserably.

“Well where the heck did it come from, I happen to know for a fact that you haven’t always had a dick in your pants.”

“It was that purple stuff we got in China Town on the weekend!” I blurted out the whole story about how I had wanted to try it out, but had used to much and had woken up with a huge cock sprouting above my pussy.

Laura was curious, “so, can I touch it?”

“What?!”

“C’mon, please?” She couldn’t take her eyes off of it and my cock pulsed eagerly.

“Oh alright, but be careful.”

Laura giggled and leaned over next to my chair. She reached out and ran her fingers lightly down the shaft, I moaned softly and she giggled as my cock visibly throbbed. “Wow, it’s pretty sensitive – that’s really hot.”

She reached out again and this time gripped my cock harder as she slid her hand down it – but she didn’t stop there, when she reached the base of my shaft she opened her hand and slid her fingers into my panties and over my dripping wet pussy.

“Hey!”

“Oops, sorry – force of habit. It’s kinda weird how there aren’t any balls.”

“I hadn’t really thought about it”

Laura’s fingers were now coated in my juices; my pussy was just was wet as my cock was hard. She thoughtfully licked my juices off her fingers and then swooped down to lick off the slowly growing bead of pre-cum forming on the head of my cock.

“Hey, they taste the same! That’s crazy!” she exclaimed. “Did you try… you know… jerking off yet?”

“Yes,” I blushed, thinking of the cum soaked sheets in my laundry hamper.

She giggled, “That’s hot. So does your cum taste the same as your pussy too?”

“I don’t know – I forgot to check.”

“Well, I guess you were busy with other things,” she giggled again. Suddenly, she swooped down and took the head of my cock in her mouth – it was hot and wet in there and made my cock feel like it wanted to explode!

“Wait, what are you doing?!” I protested weakly.

She audibly popped my cock out of her mouth, “trying to find out silly. I want to know, so just sit back and relax.”

Check out the next chapter!

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Continued from Part 1

I soon found that my new penis was just as insatiable as my pussy had been the previous night. I jerked off [...]]]> It’s been a little over a year since I first introduced “Diary of a Futa” so it definitely seemed about time for me to add another installment. Enjoy ^_^ :

Continued from Part 1

I soon found that my new penis was just as insatiable as my pussy had been the previous night. I jerked off twice more using my own juices and fluids, which were quickly making quite a mess of my sheets.

Finally, panting from the intensity of the previous orgasm, I felt my new penis begin to soften a little and realized that I was going to have to do something about this crazy situation ASAP. Laura was going to be coming over pretty soon to walk to class with me and it would be really embarrassing for her to arrive with me totally not ready for lecture and sitting in a bed soaked with my own cum.

First things first, I pulled the now damp sheets off my bed, dumped them into the laundry basket, and re-made my bed – all the while trying to ignore the gentle throbbing of my still semi-hard penis as it rubbed against my thighs while I worked.

Now that my room was back to normal, it was time to check out my still very un-normal body. I stood in front of my mirror and stared at the penis sprouting just above my pussy – right where my clit was supposed to be. Even partially deflated it was still a bit bigger than my boyfriend’s. I bounced on my toes a little and giggled as I watched the flared mushroom head bob up and down, moving much more wildly than my breasts.

But still, as much fun as I had been having with this penis, I was ready for it to go away now. How was I going to go to class with this thing!?! Aside from my worries that it would be way too distracting during lecture; what the heck was I going to wear? It certainly wasn’t going to fit into my tight girl jeans – those just aren’t made to accommodate penises – especially when they don’t seem to want to get soft. And I certainly couldn’t wear a skirt, I could just picture how silly I would look with this penis sticking out of my skirt, holding it up.

I poked at it and watched my penis bob some more, the bobbing was starting to turn me on again. It must have been that purple potion from the herbalist that did this to me. She did warn me not to use more than one drop and how many drops had I spilled onto my poor clit last night?! I found the bottle on my beside table, there was two thirds of the bottle left – must be potent stuff!

All this moving around was really starting to get my cock hard again and I was really starting to feel like I needed to take care of it again. But I also needed to get ready for class! I decided that if I took a shower, the purple potion would probably wash off and I could get back to my normal life.

I wrapped a towel around myself and dashed for the bathroom across the hall, I knew my roommate would have already left for the day, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

I stepped into the hot shower with relief, it felt good to wash away all the sweat and cum all that masturbating had produced. I loaded up my puff with extra body wash, trying to ignore the insistent throbbing of my soon-to-be-gone cock. I worked up a good lather on my chest, letting the suds wash over my breasts, down my stomach, and drip around the base of my soon-to-be-gone shaft.

Soon I had washed every part of my body, except the new addition. To be honest, I was starting to think that I might be a little sad to see it go – it was kinda cool having it around, despite how much trouble it would be. I hung my puff back up, deciding to give my soon-to-be-gone penis a little farewell rubdown and wash it by hand.

I quickly washed it with soap, being careful to avoid the opening, and rinsed it. The running water had been amazingly stimulating and my cock was now fully erect, the head was a friendly light purple and the whole shaft felt like it was pulsing.

I squeezed it hard in my fist and felt it happily throb back hard against the pressure. But even as I enjoyed squeezing my soon-to-be-gone cock, I felt a familiar ache in my pussy – it wanted attention too.

I searched the various bottles in the shower for something that would be suitable. I ended up choosing a thinner bottle of hair serum that my roommate had bought a few months ago – it was just the right width and length.

I perched on the back edge of the tub, leaned back and slowly slid the bottle into my needy pussy, working it in and out to the same rhythm that I was stroking my soon-to-be-gone cock. I was dizzy with the amazing and intense sensations going on between my legs – it was almost too much to handle!

I was so lost in the rhythm and delicious pleasure that my own orgasm caught me by surprise – I screamed as my pussy pulsed, squeezing the plastic bottle inside it while cum shot out of my cock with such force that it traveled through the running water to splash on the back wall of the shower.

I could feel my heart pounding hard in my chest as I put the bottle I had been using back on the shelf and cupped my hands to rinse my cum off the wall and down the drain. Then I turned off the water, wrapped myself in my towel, and walked back to my room to get ready for class.

I laid out some clothes for the day: my cutest bra, a nice spring skirt, and light top. But I hesitated at the panty drawer. I knew I needed to hurry, Laura was going to be over any moment. At least my penis was small and soft now, but it was still there – the shower hadn’t worked – and so I just wasn’t sure which panties to tuck it into.

Read the next chapter HERE!

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