Shaven fannies are alright (any port in a storm) and there's certainly no possibility of a wayward pube finding its way to the back of your throat and making you retch, but I much prefer a natural look. Minge hair is a bit like a target indicator for your fingers to find and in the afterglow of the deed, I think there's always something very satisfying about the sight of a bit of serpent spit sticking them together and making them look all slippery. Hairy armpits and down covered top lips aren't exactly an aphrodisiac, but still, some such women have other qualities which, on a casual basis, enable you to overlook these things, but I draw the line absolutely at hairy legs - fcukin horrible! I remember queuing (yes, believe it or not) in a German bank and admiring the attractive cashier behind the desk, that was, until she served me and stepped back to get something. It was unusual for her to be wearing a skirt and I was keen to get a look at her legs, but I wished I hadn't bothered - the bristles protruding through the mesh of her tights killed my ardour stone dead. Like all things, hirsute is good in moderation, I reckon.