Boy, oh boy do I have a story with leg hair. My first love would pretty regularly put her legs over my lap and I’d just caress them, I didn’t really think of actually doing it, it was just something I’d do naturally.
Cue in, she decided that she wasn’t going to shave her legs anymore. I didn’t really outwardly care about it myself, its just that I whenever we’d get into that very same situation as before, I’d start subconsciously caressing her leg, not like the change in texture and stop doing it without even realizing it.
My first love didn’t like that AT ALL. One day she broke down crying requiring that I caress her legs again. It was the first time I actually noticed the change, as I wasn’t really thinking about it. I didn’t actually mind caressing her legs with hair but the change made it from a background process to a foreground one.
Boy, oh boy do I have a story with leg hair. My first love would pretty regularly put her legs over my lap and I’d just caress them, I didn’t really think of actually doing it, it was just something I’d do naturally.
Cue in, she decided that she wasn’t going to shave her legs anymore. I didn’t really outwardly care about it myself, its just that I whenever we’d get into that very same situation as before, I’d start subconsciously caressing her leg, not like the change in texture and stop doing it without even realizing it.
My first love didn’t like that AT ALL. One day she broke down crying requiring that I caress her legs again. It was the first time I actually noticed the change, as I wasn’t really thinking about it. I didn’t actually mind caressing her legs with hair but the change made it from a background process to a foreground one.