LORENZO VELLO

 Lorenzo Vello lamented bitterly that the overwhelming majority of today's Evas shaved off their genitals, without showing any consideration for men who admired female pubic hair. Lorenzo was not limited to admiration; besides, the girls' genital hair turned him on. For him those hairs were an essential component of a lady's erotic appeal.

He was forced on several occasions to reject women who made advances to him, since they had made the "unforgivable" mistake of shaving their pussy. Lorenzo in this matter was very strict. "Without hair there is no heat" he used to say. According to the parameters of Lorenzo's seduction, a good "doormat" was a non-negotiable requirement to initiate and consummate a sexual relationship, since his arousal depended to a considerable extent on the bush that adorned the mount of Venus and surrounding areas.

You will say, readers, that this problem can be solved immediately with wax, with a razor, etc. But think that in society it is not so easy to row against the current. The females, except for singularities, follow this fashion of the shaved pussy. And, unfortunately for Lorenzo and other men with similar tastes, the triumphant trend today is the shaved pussy. So it was difficult for Lorenzo to find women who were not shaved or who were willing to rise up heroically against the prevailing fashion.

In the times of sexual dryness that almost all men go through during his life, when Lorenzo didn't have any lover to let off steam, he attributed his sexual emptiness to the fondness he felt for the bush down there. Repentant, he directed his steps towards the sex shops in the neighborhood where he lived and tried to get porn movies about women with a thick bush between their legs. While he was a consolation, he did not agree with these X movies being classified as "subgenre" or for "geek tastes".

Also a psychological relief were the pornographic magazines published 25 or 30 years ago, in whose pages the actresses showed off their hairy clams impudently and shockingly natural. Shocking -of course- from the perspective of the current aesthetic canon. Lorenzo had obtained several X publications from the 1970s and was browsing through them at his house. But it was difficult to get them.

Lorenzo was disappointed by this silly fashion of mussel waxing and felt that men who liked hairy pussy had been relegated to an almost marginal minority space in an unjustifiable as well as unfair way.

Within his modest possibilities, he tried to campaign in cyber-forums or in café conversations in favor of female pubic hair by searching for and disseminating arguments to combat this hopefully passing fad.

"They look like dolls, not women."

"The natural is the scrub."

"Why do they wax? If nature has put hair there, it must be for a reason."

"The logical thing is that the mount of Venus, after all lowland, has bushes."

"Waxing that part gives women a childish look."

"Long live the hairy pussy!"

"That hair is a sign of sexual maturity."

"Some scholars say that hair contains pheromones."

These and other arguments, slogans and slogans were the weapons that Lorenzo had forged for combat. In his fight against the general current he was often overwhelmed by pessimism, a sense of a lost battle beforehand. However, despite his unmotivated feelings, he did not give up and continued to fight, without intention of giving up, so that many women respect the genital hair that nature had given them.