Do you like furry girls?

[DiscoJedi]

So she teased me for a long time before she let me cum..

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love the puffy nipples!

 

[Cool88]

I like it when it is real nappy real natural. Fucking raw natural pussy is so good

 

[Orlando30]

Some women do like hairy pussy.But I think if some would just switch up at times. Keep it shave and then let that muff grow wild.

My wife did that during the first years of our relationship. Growing out a bush, once grown out, she would shave it bare and keep it shaved for a few weeks, or a bit longer during summer. After that, keep a landing strip for a few weeks, then growing out a full bush again, etc. It was especially nice on the days that she did shave. It has happened that I did eat her out in the morning and her pussy was very hairy, a real full untrimmed bush. And then she would shave later that day, and I would eat her out again in the evening, and her pussy was completely smooth. It felt totally different!

 

[Sunlover101]

I'm quite partial to fur. Makes for great foreplay when doing a tidy up.

 

[smdick]

love the puffy nipples!

She's a beauty.. Would love to get into that Bush and suck on those nipples..

 

[Valendon]

DAMN I LOVE that shot--my lover's tummy!

 

[Cool88]

Hi I'm GirlFur!

I have a thick bush and a "stairway to heaven" that stretches up beyond my bellybutton. I usually let my underarms grow out a bit. I do like to keep my legs smooth and shiny though.

Early in my life I was shy about how much body hair I had. I tried to hide it, shave it, pluck it, wax it, etc., but it always grew back quickly and thickly.

Eventually I discovered that most people accepted me as I am, and some people are really into the fur.

Let me know what you think!

Well to be 100% truthful I just love some hairy vagina.It is so raw and love to see it when it wets and creamy when a woman will have hard deep orgasm. For me it is like seeing vagina that is a alive.

 

[phil97405]

Hi I'm GirlFur!

I have a thick bush and a "stairway to heaven" that stretches up beyond my bellybutton. I usually let my underarms grow out a bit. I do like to keep my legs smooth and shiny though.

Early in my life I was shy about how much body hair I had. I tried to hide it, shave it, pluck it, wax it, etc., but it always grew back quickly and thickly.

Eventually I discovered that most people accepted me as I am, and some people are really into the fur.

Let me know what you think!

Yes, I love hairy women-- pussy, arm pits, legs, ass. It's definitely a fetish of mine.

 

[womaneater58]

Hairy women can be extremely sexy.

 

[Mike130]

Well i fucked that up lol. Was gonna say, eventually I got more comfortable with my body hair. Most people are fine with it, a few not so much, and some are CRAZY about it, lol.

What do yoi think? Post your comments!

Love a hairy woman, my favorite! Don’t change.

 

[WendyTrilby]

I hiked the Appalachian trail (a long section through Virginia and North Carolina) three summers ago with my BFF. Since we had little reason to shave anything, we did not. This was a long, hot trek, and our fur began to grow as the miles went by. I had never sported underarm hair that was more than a 5 o'clock shadow in my life, but you could have braided my armpits after a month. The legs were fairly velvety, but I've been blessed with blond leg hair, so it wasn't evident until it grew thick. The most interesting hair growth was a dark treasure trail from my belly to my newly forested labia. I never knew I had this until I put the razor down for more than a week.

We met up with our boyfriends mid-trek near Roanoke and decided not to shave before greeting them at the hotel. While I desperately needed a shower, my boyfriend insisted I not shave for him. After two nights, Carissa and I were back on the trail, back to sweating and bathing in streams and letting our forest grow for four more weeks.

I wrote about this in a story I published last summer called Passion at Play on Midsummer's Day. Only I left the boyfriends out and used my BFF Carissa as my amorous encounter (which may or may not have happened on the trail).

From the reactions I received to that story, specifically about body hair and underarms, I realize just how much men and women like hair. In some cases, I miss the days when the term "beaver" was an obvious reference to female anatomy.

Since the trek, I tend not to shave my "beaver" too much but keep the underarms clean. But that treasure trail—I love that little path. It stays, and it plays.

 

[smdick]

I hiked the Appalachian trail (a long section through Virginia and North Carolina) three summers ago with my BFF. Since we had little reason to shave anything, we did not. This was a long, hot trek, and our fur began to grow as the miles went by. I had never sported underarm hair that was more than a 5 o'clock shadow in my life, but you could have braided my armpits after a month. The legs were fairly velvety, but I've been blessed with blond leg hair, so it wasn't evident until it grew thick. The most interesting hair growth was a dark treasure trail from my belly to my newly forested labia. I never knew I had this until I put the razor down for more than a week.

We met up with our boyfriends mid-trek near Roanoke and decided not to shave before greeting them at the hotel. While I desperately needed a shower, my boyfriend insisted I not shave for him. After two nights, Carissa and I were back on the trail, back to sweating and bathing in streams and letting our forest grow for four more weeks.

I wrote about this in a story I published last summer called Passion at Play on Midsummer's Day. Only I left the boyfriends out and used my BFF Carissa as my amorous encounter (which may or may not have happened on the trail).

From the reactions I received to that story, specifically about body hair and underarms, I realize just how much men and women like hair. In some cases, I miss the days when the term "beaver" was an obvious reference to female anatomy.

Since the trek, I tend not to shave my "beaver" too much but keep the underarms clean. But that treasure trail—I love that little path. It stays, and it plays.

AWESOME..Let it grow....

 

[Mike130]

I hiked the Appalachian trail (a long section through Virginia and North Carolina) three summers ago with my BFF. Since we had little reason to shave anything, we did not. This was a long, hot trek, and our fur began to grow as the miles went by. I had never sported underarm hair that was more than a 5 o'clock shadow in my life, but you could have braided my armpits after a month. The legs were fairly velvety, but I've been blessed with blond leg hair, so it wasn't evident until it grew thick. The most interesting hair growth was a dark treasure trail from my belly to my newly forested labia. I never knew I had this until I put the razor down for more than a week.

We met up with our boyfriends mid-trek near Roanoke and decided not to shave before greeting them at the hotel. While I desperately needed a shower, my boyfriend insisted I not shave for him. After two nights, Carissa and I were back on the trail, back to sweating and bathing in streams and letting our forest grow for four more weeks.

I wrote about this in a story I published last summer called Passion at Play on Midsummer's Day. Only I left the boyfriends out and used my BFF Carissa as my amorous encounter (which may or may not have happened on the trail).

From the reactions I received to that story, specifically about body hair and underarms, I realize just how much men and women like hair. In some cases, I miss the days when the term "beaver" was an obvious reference to female anatomy.

Since the trek, I tend not to shave my "beaver" too much but keep the underarms clean. But that treasure trail—I love that little path. It stays, and it plays.

Love a treasure trail! Your boyfriend is very lucky!

 

[phil97405]

I hiked the Appalachian trail (a long section through Virginia and North Carolina) three summers ago with my BFF. Since we had little reason to shave anything, we did not. This was a long, hot trek, and our fur began to grow as the miles went by. I had never sported underarm hair that was more than a 5 o'clock shadow in my life, but you could have braided my armpits after a month. The legs were fairly velvety, but I've been blessed with blond leg hair, so it wasn't evident until it grew thick. The most interesting hair growth was a dark treasure trail from my belly to my newly forested labia. I never knew I had this until I put the razor down for more than a week.

We met up with our boyfriends mid-trek near Roanoke and decided not to shave before greeting them at the hotel. While I desperately needed a shower, my boyfriend insisted I not shave for him. After two nights, Carissa and I were back on the trail, back to sweating and bathing in streams and letting our forest grow for four more weeks.

I wrote about this in a story I published last summer called Passion at Play on Midsummer's Day. Only I left the boyfriends out and used my BFF Carissa as my amorous encounter (which may or may not have happened on the trail).

From the reactions I received to that story, specifically about body hair and underarms, I realize just how much men and women like hair. In some cases, I miss the days when the term "beaver" was an obvious reference to female anatomy.

Since the trek, I tend not to shave my "beaver" too much but keep the underarms clean. But that treasure trail—I love that little path. It stays, and it plays.

I love your post! I'll check out your story, too.

 

[Sunlover101]

What s magical life long memory. Thanks for sharing.
Long live the beaver and pits.

 

[Cool88]

Seeing a wet cock going in and out of a wet beaver is so erotic.Plus when the woman starts to orgasm and creams the cock even more erotic to see all that hairy raw pussy stuff.

 

[phil97405]

I hiked the Appalachian trail (a long section through Virginia and North Carolina) three summers ago with my BFF. Since we had little reason to shave anything, we did not. This was a long, hot trek, and our fur began to grow as the miles went by. I had never sported underarm hair that was more than a 5 o'clock shadow in my life, but you could have braided my armpits after a month. The legs were fairly velvety, but I've been blessed with blond leg hair, so it wasn't evident until it grew thick. The most interesting hair growth was a dark treasure trail from my belly to my newly forested labia. I never knew I had this until I put the razor down for more than a week.

We met up with our boyfriends mid-trek near Roanoke and decided not to shave before greeting them at the hotel. While I desperately needed a shower, my boyfriend insisted I not shave for him. After two nights, Carissa and I were back on the trail, back to sweating and bathing in streams and letting our forest grow for four more weeks.

I wrote about this in a story I published last summer called Passion at Play on Midsummer's Day. Only I left the boyfriends out and used my BFF Carissa as my amorous encounter (which may or may not have happened on the trail).

From the reactions I received to that story, specifically about body hair and underarms, I realize just how much men and women like hair. In some cases, I miss the days when the term "beaver" was an obvious reference to female anatomy.

Since the trek, I tend not to shave my "beaver" too much but keep the underarms clean. But that treasure trail—I love that little path. It stays, and it plays.

I read your Lit story! It was excellent-- well-written and very sexy! Everyone on here should check it out!

 

[smdick]

What happened to Girlfur?? She doesn't appear to on line now??

 

[ck30101]

What happened to Girlfur?? She doesn't appear to on line now??

She was a fake.

 

[crashD]

I hiked the Appalachian trail (a long section through Virginia and North Carolina) three summers ago with my BFF. Since we had little reason to shave anything, we did not. This was a long, hot trek, and our fur began to grow as the miles went by. I had never sported underarm hair that was more than a 5 o'clock shadow in my life, but you could have braided my armpits after a month. The legs were fairly velvety, but I've been blessed with blond leg hair, so it wasn't evident until it grew thick. The most interesting hair growth was a dark treasure trail from my belly to my newly forested labia. I never knew I had this until I put the razor down for more than a week.

We met up with our boyfriends mid-trek near Roanoke and decided not to shave before greeting them at the hotel. While I desperately needed a shower, my boyfriend insisted I not shave for him. After two nights, Carissa and I were back on the trail, back to sweating and bathing in streams and letting our forest grow for four more weeks.

I wrote about this in a story I published last summer called Passion at Play on Midsummer's Day. Only I left the boyfriends out and used my BFF Carissa as my amorous encounter (which may or may not have happened on the trail).

From the reactions I received to that story, specifically about body hair and underarms, I realize just how much men and women like hair. In some cases, I miss the days when the term "beaver" was an obvious reference to female anatomy.

Since the trek, I tend not to shave my "beaver" too much but keep the underarms clean. But that treasure trail—I love that little path. It stays, and it plays.

I will be reading this slowly and carefully soon. From the Quick Look I took, very hot!!

 

[IARainman]

I hiked the Appalachian trail (a long section through Virginia and North Carolina) three summers ago with my BFF. Since we had little reason to shave anything, we did not. This was a long, hot trek, and our fur began to grow as the miles went by. I had never sported underarm hair that was more than a 5 o'clock shadow in my life, but you could have braided my armpits after a month. The legs were fairly velvety, but I've been blessed with blond leg hair, so it wasn't evident until it grew thick. The most interesting hair growth was a dark treasure trail from my belly to my newly forested labia. I never knew I had this until I put the razor down for more than a week.

We met up with our boyfriends mid-trek near Roanoke and decided not to shave before greeting them at the hotel. While I desperately needed a shower, my boyfriend insisted I not shave for him. After two nights, Carissa and I were back on the trail, back to sweating and bathing in streams and letting our forest grow for four more weeks.

I wrote about this in a story I published last summer called Passion at Play on Midsummer's Day. Only I left the boyfriends out and used my BFF Carissa as my amorous encounter (which may or may not have happened on the trail).

From the reactions I received to that story, specifically about body hair and underarms, I realize just how much men and women like hair. In some cases, I miss the days when the term "beaver" was an obvious reference to female anatomy.

Since the trek, I tend not to shave my "beaver" too much but keep the underarms clean. But that treasure trail—I love that little path. It stays, and it plays.

Have you displayed that treasure trail publicly?