This post about facial hair started out as a little ode to men with facial hair, specifically beards. I am not sure if some of you know who Khadeen Ellis is, but she is the inspiration for this ode and this blog. Mrs. Ellis was explaining to her husband why she wanted him to keep his beard. There was a small bottle of water on their dresser that she used as a prop to explain. Khadeen poured water into the cap of the water bottle. She proceeded to pour the contents of the cap in her husbands’ hand. She told him this is me without the beard. Then she poured the bottle of water directly in his hand and explained this her with the beard. That shit intrigued me. I mean my sweetie had a goatee at the time and I was enjoying the feel of pre-shaved stubble across my thighs.
Over the years my sweetie has tried to maintain a full beard, but I always shot that shit down. The reason for that was he would always say that it itches. So, I was like if you scratch in your sleep, it gets cut. This time was different he wanted it and he was going to take care of it. My sweetie came home from the barber shop with his beard trimmed low and full. He brushed his face against the nape of my neck and my body began to tingle. This was a different tingle, the kind that made me want to feel his beard along my skin. Now I wanted to see if Mrs. Ellis was right. Damn was she ever. Khadeen ain’t never lie about that shit. That first night was mind blowing. My sweetie brushed that beard along my inner thigh and my body reacted like an addict wanting to get another hit. That night changed me and opened me up to a new sexual experience. Believe you me I like to try new things in my bedroom.
Oh my God ladies if I say I was leaking like a faucet the first time with a face full of all that scruff he pressed his pretty lips against my equally pretty ass brown lips. That tickle was amazing. Ooh that feeling of his beard brushing up against my inner thigh was unlike anything I have ever felt before. All I was saying in my mind is if this man run that beard across my clit one more time our kids are going to find out that their daddy is a nasty man. You know what their mommy likes it. That shit was so damn good it had me scooching my ass to the head of our bed. Ladies do not get me wrong; I always want the main course but now I want the appetizer as well. I know I cannot speak for all women. I can only speak for me, but he cannot shave that beard off anytime soon.
Ladies we need to take a moment and praise beards. You know that well-manicured thick scruff that resides around your man’s chin. That scruff that runs along your thighs when he leaves hickies on your thighs. That beard that tickles your inner thigh when he kisses those other pretty brown lips. That beard that soaks up all your wetness when he slides his tongue between your lips. That French kiss that is exchanged between those lips. Makes me praise that beard. Ladies tell him that we love when he slides his beard across your lips. His beard makes the pussy oh so wet that it tingles and begs for his tongue. Ladies let him know that we want our lips to meet at the intersection where our thighs collide. Here is to you the beard that fills his chin with thickness I love you today tomorrow and forever.
Love Always,
Ngina
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