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Beaver Tales: Stories From Below The Belt
Beaver Tales: Stories From Below The Belt
Beaver Tales: Stories From Below The Belt
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Beaver Tales: Stories From Below The Belt

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This tell-all book by a spa esthetician reveals all the dirty details you’ve always wondered about personal waxing. You’ll meet the cougar on the prowl, the sexy mystery collegiate and the guy with the perma-sweater; you’ll encounter the bare beaver, the winking starfish, and various other bodily quirks and oddities. Beaver Tales: Stories from Below the Belt started as the personal journal where encounters behind closed doors were just begging to be discussed. Some readers will relate to this book from experience, others will swear off waxing forever, and yet others will be inspired to seek their very own Brazilian. Always funny, sometimes cheeky, and often wrong on so many levels, this daring collection of short stories leaves no stone unturned, no fold unwaxed, and no pesky stragglers behind. There will be no mystery of what lies below after reading Beaver Tales!
LanguageEnglish
Release dateMay 10, 2016
ISBN9781634139724
Beaver Tales: Stories From Below The Belt

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    Beaver Tales - C. C. Castoro

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    ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

    Beaver Tales would not have been possible without the support of my family and close friends: the Rally Girls, GDC, the Bunko Babes, Bubba and the boys, G.G., and my tennis buddies and confidants, the coaches. You listened to countless hours of crazy stories and somehow managed to stay entertained. You believed in my journey and encouraged me to write this book. You were my focus group, editors, critics, and most of all my biggest fans.

    There is one person who never gave up on me. Every so often she would say, Don’t worry about what you do, just be happy. I am so thankful for my loving mother, who always believed in me. Through the ups and downs in my career, the challenges in life, the laughter and tears, she was always by my side. I would not be who I am today without her.

    RJ, it’s not easy keeping up with me. You never questioned my ambitions or hindered my zest for life. I’m sure there were times you wanted to guide me but never said anything. You watched me juggle my career, our family, and life’s responsibilities with patience and understanding. RJ, words cannot describe how much it meant to me.

    The loss of someone dear to you is indescribable. The fiery redhead was my biggest fan. Her words of encouragement and sassy banter made for a great day. I will always remember her mantra, Don’t ever give up your thing whatever it is, or whatever you love to do, because it’s yours and no one can take it away from you. I miss you.

    Throughout my journey to write this book, there was one little person who gave me the strength to carry on. She gave me a bundle of support without realizing it. My daughter started every day with a smile, a kiss, and a hug. From time to time she would check in and ask, How’s the book going? When I picked up a book to read, she would inquire, Is that the book you wrote, Mama? And more often than not she would say, Are you going to write a book for me, Mama? Although I am not a writer of children’s books, her sweet words could only make me want to try. Dear daughter, someday when you are old enough to read Beaver Tales, know that you were my greatest accomplishment and every day was special because of you.

    I couldn’t have brought Beaver Tales to life without my family and friends. Thank you for your unconditional love, friendship, and support. My dreams to become an author came true because of you.

    A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

    Have you ever thought about what goes on behind spa doors? Most of us have been to one spa or another: a destination resort, boutique salon, or local day spa. We try to avoid the nail salon for waxing but sometimes need a quick brow or lip wax. Everyone has a story, the clients and the technicians. There are the quiet and dangerous types, the self-proclaimed virgins to waxing, and the liberated and uninhibited. Whether it’s a back wax, Brazilian, leg, or brow, you are exposed to just about anything happening. Who hasn’t thought about a wandering hand down the happy trail to top off a service? But what about the spas we drive by that no one talks about? We know these places exist where estheticians and massage therapists eagerly offer happy endings. Wouldn’t you like to be a fly on that wall?

    Then there is the mystery behind waxing: the Brazilian, the landing strip, and the winking starfish. I’ve heard the question Does it hurt? so many times I’ve stopped counting. How can you look at vajayjays all day? Do they all look the same? Do they smell? Every time someone asks what I do for a living, these are just a few of many questions likely to follow. My job is so much more than wax on, wax off. It’s the stories that make the people, and I am their therapist. I’ve heard the unmentionable and seen the unimaginable.

    It is easy to get someone’s attention when you are writing a book about a woman’s cooter. The moment I mention Beaver Tales, friends dive in with intrigue and excitement to listen to the stories and offer opinions. Everyone has their own view on the hair-or-no-hair debate. Some say going commando is an instant turn-on. Others say women shouldn’t look like a three-year-old. Many consider it liberating and sexually appealing. So do you bald the beaver or leave a happy trail? I’ve asked just about everyone I know: Brazilian or bush? The majority rule: Bald is beautiful. (Me, I like to alternate between commando and landing strip. It’s all about the element of surprise.)

    When I ask friends their favorite pet name for a vajayjay, Pandora’s box is open! Some call it a vag; others call it a pussy, beaver, little man in the boat, twat, snatch, cooter, honey pot, magic muffin, and even fur burger. My favorite is hot pocket. Then there were names that were so wrong I couldn’t even mention them in this book. One of our friends is fond of the phrase: Here’s to the lips that never speak, here’s to the wound that never heals, the more you rub it the better it feels. You can call the magic muffin whatever you want. Men love it; women want to play with it.

    When I undertook this project, I frequently read my journal and conducted research on my own to make for an interesting and fun read. The stories speak for themselves. However, I really wanted to know how the Brazilian came to be. My first thought was that it originated in the sixties or seventies, the time of free love and swingers. I was way off!

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