My husband and I have been reading Variations for the past year and a half, and we wonder how we ever got along without it.

After five years, our sex life, though good, was becoming routine. Through your magazine, we have found a new awareness and a new depth of understanding. We are now able to open up to each other and try new things. We have found that telling each other what we have always secretly longed for sexually not only brings us closer but leads to some fantastic sex.

For example, recently Ken surprised me by saying that he would love to eat me without my abundant pubic hair getting in the way. I surprised him by saying, “Well, get rid of it then.” Ken proceeded to set up everything he needed for his “barber shop.” He spread a large towel on the bed, and I stretched out on it. I spread my legs wide as Ken stuffed several pillows under me to elevate my hips.

Now, slowly and carefully, he went to work. First he gave me a close trim with a pair of scissors. Then he lathered up my pussy with shaving cream and, again very carefully, began shaving me smooth with a razor. All the while he kept talking softly to me, telling me how nice I looked down there, describing every little detail of my soon-to-be-hairless pussy.

His talk, and the realization that I was going to be bald down there, kept my juices flowing. Every so often Ken would stop shaving me and begin kissing and nibbling on my clitoris, bringing me to orgasm ever so quickly. After all my pubic hair had been removed, Ken rubbed baby oil on my now clean-as-a-whistle pussy. Not much later my husband, sporting a really large erection, climbed between my legs and gave my new-look pussy a thorough fucking. It was a great screw, reminiscent of those we enjoyed on our honeymoon.

Getting shaved was a fantastic experience, but there was still more pleasure to come. The next day, after I had slipped on my panties and tight jeans, I discovered that without any pussy hair to get in the way, the clothes rubbed almost directly on my clitoris. You can imagine how aroused I got just walking. By the time Ken got home that night, I was so horny I could have screamed. And I did — when my husband pulled my legs wide apart and dove face-first into my bald pussy.