[HRH1948]

When I want the action to go smoothly and without little jagged expressions of pain, I use my grandfather's straight razor. It was made in Germany before WW1. With a hot wet towel and some lavishly applied shaving soap (not cream), it leaves my face softer than a new born's butt.

Then, all I have to remember are my many repeated tongue exercises. One, two, button her clit; two, three, four; find the door. Five, six, seven get your head clear of her legs. Eight, nine, ten; let's do this again.

Okay, I'm a male chauvinistic pig with a straight razor! My wife doesn't have a problem with this aspect of my perversion. Damn, I love her!

With respect to all,

HRH