A story about a man and a depilatory cream. About how I did the epilation. Skin care after the session

11.04.2019

Bathroom of a very hairy man
After being told that my balls looked like an old rastaman, I decided to take the plunge and buy this depilatory gel because previous attempts at shaving had failed. special success, besides, I almost killed my back, trying to get and reach out to particularly hard-to-reach places.

I'm a little romantic, so I decided to make this 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 some miserable office rats wrote the previous reviews about the gel. Oh, my fellow sufferers, how wrong I was.

I waited until my other half went to bed and, hinting at a special surprise, went to the toilet. At first everything went fine. I applied the gel right places and began to wait. And I waited very quickly.

At first I felt warmth, which after a few seconds was replaced by a strong burning sensation and a feeling that I can only compare with the feeling when barbed wire panties are pulled sharply on you, while trying to throw you up to the ceiling. Until this evening I had not been very religious, but at that moment I could believe in any god, if only he would save me from a terrible burning sensation around the shit and the complete destruction of a sausage and two eggs. Trying not to bite through lower lip, I tried to wash off the gel in the sink, but I only managed to stuff a tuft of hair into the hole.

Through a veil of tears, I got out of the toilet and went to the kitchen. I could no longer walk in the kitchen, so I was already crawling the last meters to the refrigerator. Having rolled out the lower chamber from the refrigerator, he found a tub of ice cream there, tore off the lid from it and put it under him. The relief was fantastic but short-lived because the ice cream quickly melted and the hellish burning sensation returned.

The bath was quite small, so I could not help the butt hole. Then I began to fumble around the box, hoping to find at least something, there were already so many tears in my eyes that I didn’t see much. I grabbed the bag, which I later learned contained frozen bean sprouts, and tore it open, trying to do it as quietly as possible. He grabbed a few sprouts and unsuccessfully tried to pinch them between his buttocks. It 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 never dream of having a gay snowman in the kitchen again - do you understand how low I was willing to sink to ease the pain? The only solution my pain-maddened brain came up with was to gently shove one bean sprout where no plant had yet sprouted.

Unfortunately, after hearing strange moans from the kitchen, my wife decided to get up and find out what was wrong. She was greeted by a stunning sight: I'm lying on the floor, otkjativat ass, from which strawberry ice cream flows, and shoving beans into myself with the words "Oh, how good." This undoubtedly shocked her, and she screamed in horror. I did not hear how she entered, so I was frightened myself, my intestines contracted a spasm and farted, while the sprout flew at a considerable speed in her direction.

Yes, I understand that the bean sprout that is farted in her direction at twelve at night is not quite the surprise she was counting on, and the next day the children had to explain at length what happened to the ice cream ... well, thanks gel can lose not only body hair, but also dignity and self-respect in the family!

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

About how I did the epilation of eggs

After being told that my balls looked like an old rastaman, I decided to take the plunge and buy this depilatory gel because my previous attempts at shaving hadn't been very successful, plus I almost killed my back trying to get and reach especially hard-to-reach places. I'm a little romantic, so I decided to make this 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 the previous reviews of the gel were written by some pathetic office rats ... oh, my fellow sufferers, how wrong I was. I waited until my other half went to bed and, hinting at a special surprise, I went to the toilet. At first everything went fine. I applied the gel to the right places and waited. And I waited very quickly.
At first I felt warmth, which after a few seconds was replaced by a strong burning sensation and a feeling that I can only compare with the feeling when barbed wire panties are pulled sharply on you, while trying to throw you up to the ceiling. Until this evening I had not been very religious, but at that moment I could believe in any god, if only he would save me from a terrible burning sensation around the shit and the complete destruction of a sausage and two eggs. Trying not to bite through my lower lip, I tried to wash off the gel in the sink, but I only managed to stuff a tuft of hair into the hole.
Through a veil of tears, I got out of the toilet 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 put it under me. The relief was fantastic but short-lived because the ice cream quickly melted and the hellish burning sensation returned.
The bath was quite small, so I could not help the butt hole. I began to rummage through the box, 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 later learned contained frozen bean sprouts, and tore it open, trying to do it as quietly as possible. I grabbed a few sprouts and unsuccessfully tried 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 never dream of having a gay snowman in the kitchen again - do you understand how low I was willing to sink to ease the pain? The only solution my pain-maddened brain came up with was to gently shove one bean sprout where no plant had yet sprouted.
Unfortunately, after hearing strange moans from the kitchen, my wife decided to get up and find out what was wrong. She was greeted by a stunning sight: I'm lying on the floor with my ass off, from which strawberry ice cream flows, and I shove beans into myself with the words "Oh, how good." This undoubtedly shocked her, and she screamed in horror. I didn’t hear how she entered, so I got scared myself, my intestines contracted a spasm and farted, at the same time, a sprout at a considerable speed flew out in her direction. Yes, I understand that the bean sprout that is farted in her direction at twelve at night is not quite the surprise she was counting on, and the next day the children had to explain at length what happened to the ice cream ... well, thanks gel can lose not only body hair, but also dignity and self-respect in the family!

Purely technical removal unwanted vegetation men are no different from those used by women. Only the motives can vary significantly.

The testicular area is one of the most sensitive. It is unlikely that someone will decide to do hair removal there. Neither hot wax, nor the use of anesthetic creams will not save you from pain shock. That is why it is best to do depilation.

Depilation provides superficial removal hairs. In this case, the hair follicles remain untouched. And this means that the procedure will have to be repeated with enviable constancy.

Can be used special cream or mousse for depilation. The elements included in the composition soften the hairs to such an extent that they are easily washed off in the shower. But chemically active substances may cause severe irritation. Therefore, before the total application of such a cream to the testicles, check on a small area.

Another way of depilation is an ordinary shave. This is not as dangerous as in the case of mousse. But after shaving, especially the first few times, you may experience quite discomfort. And ingrown hairs will be very disturbing.

To minimize hassle, after shaving it is best to use on intimate area hard washcloth. Over time, the skin will get used to such depilation procedures.

Please note that during the first depilation, it is better not to wear too tight underwear. And if possible, it is worth experimenting long before any important event. Ideally, do it on the weekend. The discomfort and itching that may occur will not cause you so much trouble at home. You should not use a razor or cream if you are planning to go on a business trip or you will be driving for a long time.

Please note that the shaving and aftershave products you use may not be suitable. You will handle the most sensitive area your body, where the skin is very delicate and thin. Better buy special cosmetics for intimate places.

If you decide on more radical methods to combat unwanted hairs, for hair removal, then this procedure is best done in a specialized salon.

After being told that my balls looked like an old rastaman, I decided to take the plunge and buy this gel because previous attempts at shaving hadn't been very successful, plus I almost killed my back trying to reach especially hard-to-reach places. I'm a little romantic, so I decided to make this 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 the previous reviews were written by some pathetic office rats ... oh my fellow sufferers, how wrong I was. I waited until my other half went to bed and, hinting at a special surprise, I went to the bathroom. At first everything went fine.

I applied the gel to the right places and waited. And I waited very quickly. At first I felt warmth, which after a few seconds was replaced by a strong burning sensation and a feeling that I can only compare with the feeling when barbed wire panties are pulled sharply on you, while trying to throw you up to the ceiling. Until this evening I had not been very religious, but at that moment I could believe in any god, if only he would save me from a terrible burning sensation around the shit and the complete destruction of a sausage and two eggs. Trying not to bite through my lower lip, I tried to wash off the gel in the sink, but I only managed to stuff a tuft of hair into the hole.

Through a veil of tears, I climbed out of the toilet 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 put it under me. The relief was fantastic but short-lived because the ice cream quickly melted and the hellish burning sensation returned.

The bath was quite small, so I could not help the butt hole. I began to fumble around the box, 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 later learned contained frozen bean sprouts, and tore it open, trying to do it as quietly as possible. I grabbed a few sprouts and unsuccessfully tried 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 never dream of having a gay snowman in the kitchen again - do you understand how low I was willing to sink to ease the pain? The only solution my pain-maddened brain came up with was to carefully stick one sprout where no plant had yet grown.

Unfortunately, after hearing strange moans from the kitchen, my wife decided to get up and find out what was wrong. She was greeted by a stunning sight: I'm lying on the floor, my ass is draining strawberry ice cream, and I'm shoving beans into myself with the words "Oh, how good." This, no doubt, shocked her, and she screamed in horror.

I didn’t hear her enter, so I got scared myself, my intestines constricted into spasm, and the sprout flew out at a considerable speed in her direction. Yes, I understand that the bean sprout that is farted in her direction at twelve at night 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 Veet, you can lose not only body hair, but also dignity and self-respect))

"After I was told 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 very successful, and besides, I almost killed my back trying to reach
especially inaccessible places. I'm a little romantic, so I decided to make this 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 wrote
some miserable office rats... oh my fellow sufferers, how wrong I was. I waited until my other half went to bed and, hinting at a special surprise, I went to the bathroom. At first everything went fine. I applied the gel to the right places and waited. And I waited very quickly. At first I felt warmth, which after a few seconds was replaced by a strong burning sensation and a feeling that I can only compare with the feeling when barbed wire panties are pulled sharply on you, while trying to throw you up to the ceiling. Until this evening I had not been very religious, but at that moment I could believe in any god, if only he would save me from a terrible burning sensation around the shit and the complete destruction of a sausage and two eggs. Trying not to bite through my lower lip, I tried to wash off the gel in the sink, but I only managed to stuff a tuft of hair into the hole. Through a veil of tears, I climbed out of the toilet 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 put it under me. The relief was fantastic but short-lived because the ice cream quickly melted and the hellish burning sensation returned. - The bath was quite small, so I could not help the butt hole. I began to fumble around the box, 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 later learned contained frozen bean sprouts, and tore it open, trying to do it as quietly as possible. I grabbed a few sprouts and unsuccessfully tried 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 never dream of having a gay snowman in the kitchen again - do you understand how low I was willing to sink to ease the pain? The only solution my pain-maddened brain came up with was to carefully shove one sprout where no plant had yet grown. Unfortunately, after hearing strange moans from the kitchen, my wife decided to get up and find out what was wrong. She was greeted by a stunning sight: I'm lying on the floor, my ass is draining strawberry ice cream, and I'm shoving beans into myself with the words "Oh, how good." This, no doubt, shocked her, and she screamed in horror. I didn’t hear her enter, so I got scared myself, a spasm constricted my intestines, and a sprout flew out at a considerable speed in her direction. Yes, I understand that the bean sprout being farted in her direction at twelve at night is not quite the surprise she was counting on, and the next day the children had to explain at length what happened to the ice cream. .. in general, thanks to Veet, you can lose not only body hair, but also dignity and self-respect))

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