A story about how a man did depilation. Egg shugaring: gentle depilation for men. Permanent hair removal

18.04.2019

Review for male depilatory gel.

After being told that my eggs look like an old rastaman, I decided to take the plunge and buy this depilatory gel, because previous attempts at shaving have not been crowned particular success, besides, I almost killed my back, trying to reach and reach especially hard-to-reach places. I'm a little romantic, so I decided to do it for my wife's birthday - like another gift.
I ordered the gel in advance. Since I work in the North Sea, I considered myself a tough guy and thought that previous reviews of the gel were written by some pathetic office rats ... oh my fellows in misfortune, how wrong I was. I waited until my other half went to bed, and, hinting at a special surprise, I went to the toilet. Everything went fine at first. I put the gel on the right places and waited. And he waited very quickly.
At first I felt a warmth, which after a few seconds was replaced by a strong burning sensation and a feeling that I can only compare with the sensation when barbed wire panties are being pulled sharply over you, trying to throw you up to the ceiling. Until this evening, I was not too religious, but at that moment I could believe in any god, if only he would save me from a terrible burning around my shit and the complete destruction of a sausage and two eggs. Trying not to bite right through lower lip I tried to rinse the gel off in the sink, but all I could do was shove a clump of hair into the hole.
Through a curtain of tears, I got out of the closet and went to the kitchen. I could no longer walk in the kitchen, so I was already crawling the last meters to the refrigerator. Rolling the lower chamber out of the refrigerator, I found a tub of ice cream there, tore off the lid and tucked it under me. The relief was fantastic, but short-lived because the ice cream melted quickly and the hellish burning sensation returned.
The tub was rather small, so I couldn't help the asshole. I began to rummage through the TV, hoping to find at least something - there were already so many tears in my eyes that I could not see much. I grabbed the bag, which, as I found out later, contained frozen bean sprouts, and tore it open, trying to make it as quiet as possible. I grabbed a few sprouts and tried unsuccessfully to pinch them between my buttocks. This did not help - the gel, along the way, penetrated into the rectum, and now it was as if a jet engine was working there.
I hope I will never dream of having a gay snowman in the kitchen again - do you understand how low I was ready to sink to soothe the pain? The only solution my pain-crazed brain came up with is to gently shove one bean sprout where no plant has sprout yet.
Unfortunately, hearing strange groans from the kitchen, my wife decided to get up and find out what was the matter. She was greeted by a stunning sight: I am lying on the floor, prying off my ass, from which strawberry ice cream is dripping, and shoving beans into myself with the words "Oh, how good it is." This undoubtedly shocked her and she screamed in horror. I didn’t hear her come in, so I got scared myself, a spasm clenched my intestines and kicked, while the sprout flew out at considerable speed in her direction. Yes, I understand that the bean sprout farting in her direction at twelve in the morning is not exactly the surprise she was counting on, and the next day the children had to explain for a long time what happened to the ice cream ... in general, thanks to the gel can lose not only body hair, but also dignity and self-esteem.

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?Male review about gel for depilation Veet. (Spelling and punctuation unchanged)

“After they told me that my balls looked like an old rastaman, I decided to take the plunge and buy this gel, because previous attempts at shaving were not crowned with much success, besides, I almost killed my back trying to reach especially hard-to-reach places.

I'm a little romantic, so I decided to do it for my wife's birthday - like another gift. I ordered it in advance. Since I work in the North Sea, I considered myself a tough guy and thought that previous reviews were written by some pathetic office rats ...

oh my fellow misfortunes, how wrong I was. I waited for my other half to go to bed, and, hinting at a special surprise, I went to the toilet. Everything went fine at first. I applied the gel to the right places and waited. And he waited very quickly. At first I felt a warmth, which after a few seconds was replaced by a strong burning sensation and a feeling that I can only compare with the sensation when barbed wire panties are being pulled sharply over you, trying to throw you up to the ceiling. Until this evening, I was not too religious, but at that moment I could believe in any god, if only he would save me from a terrible burning around my shit and the complete destruction of a sausage and two eggs. Trying not to bite through my lower lip, I tried to rinse the gel off in the sink, but all I could do was shove a tuft of hair into the hole.

Through a curtain of tears, I got out of the closet and went to the kitchen. I could no longer walk in the kitchen, so I was already crawling the last meters to the refrigerator. Rolling the lower chamber out of the refrigerator, I found a tub of ice cream there, tore off the lid and tucked it under me. The relief was fantastic, but short-lived because the ice cream melted quickly and the hellish burning sensation returned. “The tub was rather small, so I couldn't help the asshole.

I began to rummage through the TV, hoping to find at least something - there were already so many tears in my eyes that I could not see much. I grabbed the bag, which, as I found out later, contained frozen bean sprouts, and tore it open, trying to make it as quiet as possible. I grabbed a few sprouts and tried unsuccessfully to pinch them between my buttocks. This did not help - the gel, along the way, penetrated into the rectum, and now it was as if a jet engine was working there. I hope I will never dream of having a gay snowman in the kitchen again - do you understand how low I was ready to sink to soothe the pain? The only solution that my pain-crazed brain came up with is to gently shove one sprout where no plant has sprout yet. Unfortunately, hearing strange groans from the kitchen, my wife decided to get up and find out what was the matter. She was greeted by a stunning sight: I was lying on the floor, prying off my ass, from which strawberry ice cream was dripping, and shoving beans into myself with the words "Oh, how good it is."

This undoubtedly shocked her and she screamed in horror. I didn’t hear her come in, so I was scared myself, a spasm clenched my intestines, and the sprout flew out at considerable speed in her direction. Yes, I understand that the bean sprout that is farting in her direction at twelve in the morning is not exactly the surprise she was counting on, and the next day the children had to explain for a long time what happened to the ice cream ... in general, thanks to Veet you can lose not only body hair, but also dignity and self-respect))

I'll post it for you. well, for myself, since I could not read further, I choked on food, tears flowed and I destroyed the silence of my apartment with a loud laugh))) I will read it later

Men's review about Veet depilation gel. (Recommended for reading)

oh my fellow misfortunes, how wrong I was. I waited until my other half went to bed, and, hinting at a special surprise, I went to the toilet. Everything went fine at first. I applied the gel to the right places and waited. And he waited very quickly. At first I felt a warmth, which after a few seconds was replaced by a strong burning sensation and a feeling that I can only compare with the sensation when barbed wire panties are being pulled sharply over you, trying to throw you up to the ceiling. Until this evening, I was not too religious, but at that moment I could believe in any god, if only he would save me from a terrible burning around my shit and the complete destruction of a sausage and two eggs. Trying not to bite through my lower lip, I tried to rinse the gel off in the sink, but all I could do was shove a tuft of hair into the hole.

Through a curtain of tears, I got out of the closet and went to the kitchen. I could no longer walk in the kitchen, so I was already crawling the last meters to the refrigerator. Rolling the lower chamber out of the refrigerator, I found a tub of ice cream there, tore off the lid and tucked it under me. The relief was fantastic but short-lived because the ice cream melted quickly and the hellish burning sensation returned. - The bath was quite small, so I could not help the asshole.

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some pathetic office rats ... oh my fellow misfortunes, how wrong I was. I waited until my other half went to bed, and, hinting at a special surprise, I went to the toilet. Everything went fine at first. I applied the gel to the right places and waited. And he waited very quickly. At first I felt a warmth, which after a few seconds was replaced by a strong burning sensation and a feeling that I can only compare with the sensation when barbed wire panties are being pulled sharply over you, trying to throw you up to the ceiling. Until this evening, I was not too religious, but at that moment I could believe in any god, if only he would save me from a terrible burning around my shit and the complete destruction of a sausage and two eggs. Trying not to bite through my lower lip, I tried to rinse the gel off in the sink, but all I could do was shove a tuft of hair into the hole. Through a curtain of tears, I got out of the closet and went to the kitchen. I could no longer walk in the kitchen, so I was already crawling the last meters to the refrigerator. Rolling the lower chamber out of the refrigerator, I found a tub of ice cream there, tore off the lid and tucked it under me. The relief was fantastic but short lived because the ice cream is fast

melted away, and the hellish burning sensation returned. - The bath was quite small, so I could not help the asshole. I began to rummage through the TV, hoping to find at least something - there were already so many tears in my eyes that I could not see much. I grabbed the bag, which I found out later, contained frozen bean sprouts, and tore it open, trying to make it as quiet as possible. I grabbed some sprouts and without success

tried to pinch them between the buttocks. This did not help - the gel, along the way, penetrated into the rectum, and now it seemed to work there.

jet engine. I hope I will never dream of having a gay snowman in the kitchen again - do you understand how low I was ready to sink to soothe the pain? The only solution my pain-crazed brain has come up with is to carefully shove one sprout where no plant has sprout yet. Unfortunately, hearing strange groans from the kitchen, my wife decided to get up and find out what was the matter. She was greeted by a stunning sight: I was lying on the floor, prying off my ass, from which strawberry ice cream was dripping, and shoving beans into myself with the words "Oh, how good it is." This undoubtedly shocked her and she screamed in horror. I didn’t hear her come in, so I was scared myself, a spasm clenched my intestines, and the sprout flew out at considerable speed in her direction. Yes, I understand that the bean sprout that is farting in her direction at twelve in the morning is not exactly the surprise she was counting on, and the next day the children had to explain for a long time what happened to the ice cream ... in general, thanks to Veet you can lose not only body hair, but also dignity and self-esteem))

I accidentally came across an article on the Internet, I was lying under the table laughing, and I wish you that too!

How I epilated eggs

After being told that the look of my balls resembled an old rastaman in appearance, I decided to take the plunge and buy this depilation gel, because previous attempts at shaving were not crowned with much success, besides, I almost killed my back trying to get and reach especially hard-to-reach places. I'm a little romantic, so I decided to do it for my wife's birthday - like another present.
I ordered the gel in advance. Since I work in the North Sea, I considered myself a tough guy and thought that previous reviews of the gel were written by some pathetic office rats ... oh my fellows in misfortune, how wrong I was. I waited until my other half went to bed and, hinting at a special surprise, I went to the toilet. Everything went fine at first. I put the gel on the right places and waited. And he waited very quickly.
At first I felt a warmth, which after a few seconds was replaced by a strong burning sensation and a feeling that I can only compare with the sensation when barbed wire panties are being pulled sharply over you, trying to throw you up to the ceiling. Until that evening, I was not too religious, but at that moment I could believe in any god, if only he would save me from a terrible burning around my shrill and the complete destruction of a sausage and two eggs. Trying not to bite through my lower lip, I tried to rinse the gel off in the sink, but all I could do was shove a tuft of hair into the hole.
Through a curtain of tears, I got out of the closet and went to the kitchen. I could no longer walk in the kitchen, so I was already crawling the last meters to the refrigerator. Rolling out the lower chamber from the refrigerator, I found a tray of ice cream there, tore off the lid from it and tucked it under me. The relief was fantastic but short-lived because the ice cream melted quickly and the hellish burning sensation returned.
The tub was rather small, so I couldn't help the asshole. I began to rummage through the TV, hoping to find at least something - there were already so many tears in my eyes that I could not see much. I grabbed the bag, which, as I found out later, contained frozen bean sprouts, and tore it open, trying to make it as quiet as possible. I grabbed a few sprouts and tried unsuccessfully to pinch them between my buttocks. This did not help - the gel, along the way, penetrated into the rectum, and now it was as if a jet engine was working there.
I hope I will never dream of having a gay snowman in the kitchen again - do you understand how low I was ready to sink to soothe the pain? The only solution my pain-crazed brain came up with is to gently shove one bean sprout where no plant has sprout yet.
Unfortunately, hearing strange groans from the kitchen, my wife decided to get up and find out what was the matter. She was greeted by a stunning look: I am lying on the floor, unplugging my ass, from which strawberry ice cream is dripping, and shoving beans into myself with the words "Oh, how good it is." This undoubtedly shocked her and she screamed in horror. I didn’t hear her come in, so I got scared myself, a spasm clenched my intestines and kicked, while the sprout flew out at considerable speed in her direction. Yes, I understand that the bean sprout farting in her direction at twelve in the morning is not quite the surprise she was counting on, and the next day the children had to explain for a long time what happened to the ice cream ... in general, thanks to the gel can lose not only body hair, but also dignity and self-esteem in the family!