Krysta, who had beyond shoulder length hair, showed up to the monthly appointment with a short bob. I never brought up any issue about hair length, having been burned so many times.īut a funny thing happened last March. Her hair really looked nice super long, so it was easy to distract myself away from my old obsessions. Krysta came to our apartment every month like clockwork to trim a half of an inch off of the end of Allison's hair. The voice inside of me said “don't go there.” I was having too much fun to push the issue of her long hair. Afterwards during sex, I imagined a different shave, but I kept it to myself. We went to the tub and I gave her a closer shave then even Krysta could imagine. At least I kept my shaving fetish for some things beyond the head. I know how you love me bare down there, so I want you to do it yourself.” “Yeah, but I didn't last time because I thought I would be neat for you to do it.” “Uhhh, I thought you got that waxed by Krysta.” Krysta was her close friend from high school. Once we got to know each other better, I was surprised at her one Sunday afternoon. I was neat enough to pass the test of a great roommate in addition to being a lover. Allison lived in an expensive apartment, mostly financed by her rich father, so it was a move up for me. As my roommate was a prick and the place was always a mess, I welcomed the move. I kept on telling myself: “you found a great person here, don't screw it up! No talk of bob cuts or pixies once she moves in.” I had even rid myself of my own signature “bald” head and grew out my dark blond hair into a respectable short-ish guy hair style.Īfter a few months, Allison asked me to move in with her. Since we lived in Southern California, I do not remember a time when she even wore socks. She responded well to my foot fetish as she enjoyed me painting her toes and rubbing lotion into her feet. Every time I hung out with her, she wore open-toed shoes and in her apartment she went barefoot everywhere. Allison was a few years younger than me (still in her 20s) with long chestnut brown hair and a skinny figure that ended in beautifully pedicured feet. It was with this mindset that I met Allison. Even though I had the fantasy of meeting someone who I could shave bald for the rest of my life, I did not want to lose a woman who I could fall in love with. So after Jennifer, I decided to emphasize more my foot fetish, which at least it seems more women can be on board with these days compared to when I was in high school. Jennifer was not the first to be scared off by my love of short hair (and my fantasy of a bald woman.) They all seemed to think it was cool at first, but somehow they grew tired of it-probably because they did not share my fetish. As I write I am sure that she is brushing out her hair that reaches half way down her back telling her new lover about the screwed up hair shaver guy from her past. She went back to wearing a blond wig and soon my pleadings for a Saturday afternoon lather and shave that were initially welcome were soon rebuffed and then she finally decided that I was too weird for her and that she wanted someone more conventional who liked regular hair. I never thought she got the fetish thing, but sex was much better between us after she agreed to go bald. Ultimately, a year after we moved in she finally gave up to my prodding and let me shave her head completely bald after I said how much it turned me on. And then I somehow got her to do a pixie several months later-which cost me a trip to the jewelers. I got her to do the bob (on account of it being the new “in thing”), and then the shorter bob with the buzzed undercut. But I could not wait for even a few days after she moved into our apartment to pressure her about cutting her hair. ![]() ![]() Long blond hair, beautiful, the whole deal. You see, Jennifer was my last serious girlfriend. This happened about the same time that I reached thirty. I finally decided after Jennifer that I would lay off on the hair fetish thing for a while. (This story is an original, and can be found only here). HaircuttingfunThank you, Satori, for writing this brilliant story and for allowing me to post it on my blog.
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