I am a hair-covered woman. I have been growing my body hair for years now. It has become a defining trait of mine. Everywhere I go, people stare and whisper. Some are disgusted, others aroused.
I met Clyde at the gym. He was the only black guy there and I felt a spark of attraction. I kept glancing over, admiring his powerful physique and ebony skin.
One day after my workout, I was toweling off near the locker rooms. Clyde approached with a smile. “Hey, I’m Clyde. I’ve seen you around.”
“Hi Clyde, I’m Vanessa,” I replied, shaking his hand. His grip was strong and confident. “Listen, I know this might sound forward, but I couldn’t help noticing your body hair. It’s beautiful.”
I blushed, both flattered and surprised. Most people avoided the topic. “Thank you. I’ve let it grow for a while now. It’s just natural for me.”
“You carry it well,” Clyde said, his eyes roaming over my hairy arms and legs. “I think it’s sexy as hell.”
We started chatting more, meeting up for coffee, going on dates. Clyde was easy to talk to and he made me feel desirable, not ashamed of my appearance.
One night, he invited me back to his place. As we sat on the couch, he ran his fingers through the thick hair on my forearm. “Vanessa, there’s something I’ve been wanting to do since I first saw you.”
His dark hands slid under my shirt, caressing my furry belly and sides. I shivered at his touch. “What’s that?” I asked breathlessly.
Clyde leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “I want to worship every inch of your beautiful, hairy body.”
He pushed me down onto the couch and removed my top, taking in my furry mounds. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled, burying his face in my cleavage.
Clyde kissed and licked his way down my body, savoring the feel of my hair against his tongue and skin. He took his time, teasing and pleasing me in ways I never had before.
When he finally entered me, we both groaned at the sensation. Clyde thrust deep and slow, his thick black cock stretching me in the most wonderful way.
The contrast of his smooth, dark skin against my pale, furry body was electric. We made primal, carnal love, our passion consuming us.
I came undone beneath him, my hair matted with sweat as I cried out in ecstasy. Clyde followed a moment later, filling me with his seed.
Afterwards, we lay tangled together, basking in the afterglow. Clyde stroked my arm, marveling at the silky hair. “You’re incredible, Vanessa. I’ve never been with a woman like you.”
I smiled, feeling more desired than I ever had. “I feel the same way about you. You’re an amazing lover, Clyde.”
We started seeing each other regularly after that, our physical attraction only growing stronger. Clyde loved touching and tasting my body hair. He would tell me how sexy and natural I was, how he loved running his black hands over my furry white skin.
I had found a man who appreciated me for who I was, without judgment or shame. With Clyde, I could be my authentic self – a hairy, sexy woman, finally desired and worshipped the way I deserved.