I'll never forget seeing my first hairy minge as as the older lads in school used to describe them.
I was about 13 and Betty ( who was the owner of the said hairy minge) was 14.
I'll never forget that first siting behind the bogs in the park, and I've been fascinated by hairy minges ever since.
It was a combination of shock and awe.
It was many many years later when I got to actually taste pussy.
Younger folk may be surprised, but in the 1950s many of us had never heard of cunnilingus.
Our pornography in those days was found in the underwear section of the Kay's catalogue, or inside the pages of Reveille.
I had no idea what a clitorus was.
Any photos of nudes we managed to share on the back row of the physics lab all displayed wonderful full bushes of all hues and shades.
The idea of shaven pussies was at least 20 years away.
Maybe that's why I'm old school.
I don't see any reason to shave pubic hair.
I love the natural smell of a fanny, and the soft pubic hair seems to enhance the scent.
I don't think that was my first impression, but then I didn't like single malt scotch whisky when I first tried it.
I imagine the young ladies thought the same when they got their first whiff of a cock, particularly in the days when a weekly bath was the norm.

Having said that , hairy or bald , I'm easy going.