SugarNadya - The Adventures of Mistress of Male Depilation. Love conquers lovers

© SugarNadya, 2021

© Aegitas publishing house, 2021

Natasha is a friend of Nadezhda (who is a blogger, owner of an intimate haircut salon – Mistress of depilation with “SugarNadya” nickname), came to visit her. She immediately asked if there is a something to drink. Nadya did not even raise an eyebrow; put a bottle of Jack Daniels and a cocktail glass in front of her friend. She asked out of courtesy:

– What happened?

– He's cheating on me!

– Wow! A worthy reason to drink, I approve, – the Mistress chuckled.

– So take a glass and have a drink with me!

– Well, I won’t. Moreover, my husband Kirill doesn’t cheat on me.

– How do you know that?

Nadya looked at Natasha, not hiding pity, with a slight tinge of superiority over her naive friend.

– Oh you… Why do you think men cheat?

– Because they are goats! – Natalya hissed angrily.

– You didn’t guess it!

– So, why?

– Well, there could be many reasons. One of the most frequent one is they are attracted with everything new, unknown. Somewhere in the Bible it says, "Learn to know your wife," or something like that. And when he learns to know his wife, he must also learn something else.

– I’m telling you, they are goats.

– So, – SugarNadya didn’t react to Natasha's hissing, – don’t stop developing, girl. It is necessary to learn with them all new and interesting things.

Natasha took a long gulp of whiskey and she was lost in her thought.

– No, Nadya, I'm still surprised at you, – she said after a minute, relaxing a little.

The Mistress looked up from the window and looked absentmindedly at her friend.

– And why are you surprised? – she asked. – I refused to drink with you in the middle of the day, is it the reason? Well, I'm sorry.

– I am not talking about that. So, you have such kind of your job…

– What kind of? – the owner of the salon tensed a little. Friends did not usually mention about this topic in their chats.

– Interesting one. Well, there are… – Natasha hesitated, choosing the words. – Different people come, you make intimate haircuts them. So, men come too. How is that?

– What do you keep in your mind?

– I mean there are some interesting ones among them, aren’t there?

– Oh, are you talking about that? Well, yes, there are interesting… Wait, what do you mean…?

– What are you talking about? – Natasha fidgeted in the chair.

– What are you talking about, friend? What did you mean when you asked about “interesting”? The cocks are interesting, or what?

– No, – Natasha frowned coquettishly, – I meant interesting stories. She blurted out suddenly: – And do you mean that the cocks are interesting, too?

– It happens, – SugarNadya winked at her friend, – as for stories… Stories, perhaps, are even more interesting.

– Oh, well, tell me! Tell me, please!

– Okay, listen, – Nadezhda was sitting down in a chair opposite her friend and crossed her legs, deliberately admiring the perfect shape of her ankle that appeared, which favorably differed from the plump, slightly flattened Natasha's one. – One of my regular clients…

– Oh, there are regular ones! Natasha interrupted her. – They definitely fall for you! Do they suggest dirty stuff? Do they? Tell me!

– If you interrupt, I won’t tell you.

– Okay, okay. I keep silent.

– In this case, no dirty suggestions, – softened the Mistress, – there are such completely different stories, but I'll tell you later someday. This man was quiet, decent. I shaved his testicles…

– What, literally balls? – Natasha could not resist inserting a remark.

– Stop acting the foolish girl, – Nadya frowned, – or I'll take the whiskey away from you.

The balls, so what? Did you think an intimate haircut is made just on a pubis zone?

Natasha showed with a gesture that she had her mouth “zipped”.

– So, – continued SugarNadya, – I shaved his balls. You see, he had been having his balls shaved since his youth, when he was still at the university…

– Have you known him since the university? Natasha rolled her eyes.

– When he had been studding at the university, I was probably going to kindergarten, or to the first grade in school… He fell in love with a girl, she was all so fashionable, the Muscovite, and he was from the province, redneck. She taught him to shave his armpits, like the whole "city guys" do. And once she said he had too hairy balls!

Natasha burst out laughing, but immediately covered her mouth with her hand, showing that she was listening to Nadezhda and didn’t interrupt her.

– Well, and so he told her that he did not know how to shave there and was generally afraid. Then the girl took out a straight razor – can you imagine? – and so she said, “aren’t you afraid if I shave your precious balls myself, for which you are so worried?” And his girlfriend, – he told me, – was a hot brunette with dangerous, like a witch's eyes… Yes, not like you, – Nadya added, seeing how her friend fidgeted on her chair. – I said, hot. And she looked like a witch, but you look like a drunken cat, which has licked the valerian.

– So, the man, – still a young guy who was about twenty, or even less at the time, – is terribly afraid, but there were youth, love, showing-off… In short, he says, let’s shave! And he is already trembling all over. Since that he got addicted to shaving. His own fear began to excite him terribly when a woman shaves his balls. He liked it, especially with a straight razor. Then, over the years, he settled down, emotions from this became less. He had broken up with the girl a long time ago, even then, when he was a student. You see, it turned into a ritual for him. Once a month he needed to have his balls shaved with a straight razor with a big, shiny blade. So he came to my salon. He used to sit keeping silent in a chair, pay a double price… He had an erection, everything was as it should be, but there was nothing dirty things, as you say… But then he suddenly disappeared. He stopped coming, he hadn’t been for several months, but suddenly he appeared, paid the usual amount, sat down.

I soaped him everything there, and he fidgeted in an unusual way. It can be seen from him that he wanted to tell something. I hinted, and asked him what happened to him. He burst out… He said his wife had had a lover. I already wanted to answer in the usual way, like, it’s a pity, it happens anyway, so the main thing is not to lead it to murder. It is said that it is better to be cuckolded, but free… All sorts of clichés. But he got ahead of me, telling. He loves his wife very much, will not allow divorce, he is even ready to endure his lover, if only his Claudia…, can you imagine, her name is Claudia!

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