My husband waxed my bum

The moon is currently waxing. Which is apt, as at the weekend, I mooned at my husband, and he waxed my arse.

This isn’t a fetish of his. I would normally get it done at the beauty salon, “but if you do it, it’ll save us twenty quid,” I explained to Ad.

So he smoothed the wax strips down over my buttocks, then ripped them off along with the hair. (It’s only peach fuzz guys, I’m not a werewolf, whatever the moon is doing!)

I then worried that my husband would dump me for having a hairy arse.

“Why would I do that?” he wanted to know. “You’re human, and humans have hair!”

Perhaps I have more body hair than most women. But then, I am Asian, and am quite assiduous about de-hairing. I even wax my massive bazoombas.

“You don’t need to wax your boobs,” my husband said, exasperated.

“You don’t know how hairy they are,” I told him sadly.

“If you quote this, do it below the paywall,” my husband begged, of the following sentence: