The other day, I was at my hair salon as usual waiting for my hairstylist to do his thing. I had decided to get a trim, dye and highlight my hair. It took nearly five long hours for my hairstylist whom I will call Jerry here to bring me to perfection. It was a Sunday and Jerry was terribly busy but since I was one of his loyal customers, I told him to take his time and that I was in no hurry to rush home.
So, I waited and finally, it was closing time...nearly 8.30pm. He suggested that I try his new cocktail of hair treatment creams and tonics that would enhance the colour of my hair and make it healthy. I agreed and then, when I was just sitting and waiting for the steamer to finish steaming my hair...it happened. Jerry had a long day that day and he decided to wash his long elbow length hair. I had always seen him with his hair neatly braided and well combed. I used to imagine the way his hair would look when it was not braided and undone. There, right in front of my eyes, Jerry undid his braid and tilted his head inside the wash sink and slowly started washing his long, straight hair.
To anyone else, it would have been nothing but just a man washing his hair standing up. But to me, wow wee! He was washing his hair in slow motion...he gently stroked his hair and as he did that, he covered all his hair with water and he looked extremely sexy doing that.
I didn't realize that my mouth had opened and I was salivating a little. He proceeded to shampoo his hair and at that precise moment when the golden liquid oozed onto his hair and scalp, it was so je ne sais quoi!
He then went on to gently massage his scalp and all I could see were his long, big fingers hard at work. He worked on his scalp until his hair was covered with white shampoo froth. At that moment, I wanted to be his hair so much.
I couldn't sit comfortably in my chair by now but I still watched him in deep silence as he rinsed every inch of his hair and each time he stroked and massaged it, I was in my fantasy world of temptation and debauchery.
I was so into watching him that he suddenly looked straight into my eyes while towelling his hair and quickly ran to me. Oh my goodness! I thought to myself. Did I send him the wrong signal? I mean I was just watching him secretly. He definitely didn't know that I was watching him. He quickly came to me and smiled and then he said that the steamer timer had gone off twenty minutes ago and neither he nor I noticed it. Oh okay. I was safe.
He then told me to hold on and sat next to my chair. As if him washing his hair was not enough, he had to blow dry his hair just next to me. The way he tossed and turned his hair....attacking it in the gentlest way, applying heat to it with a comb and making it surrender to his will. He reminded me of a snake charmer who would wrestle with his snake and domesticate it.
Hmmm, his hair was tamed and so was I...in a way. After that, he washed my hair as gently as he did his, blew dried it and I paid him for his services.
I walked out of the hair salon feeling very much alive that day. My dear hairstylist had unknowingly excavated the woman in me. Everything he did to his hair was very sexual to me. There is something sensual about men who have long hair. I realized it that day with Jerry. He is my good friend and he will always be a good friend. I am so attracted to men with long hair now. There's something raw and very masculine about men with long hair...I never knew that until I observed dear old Jerry. That simple gesture of washing his hair...I still think about it even now.
So, I waited and finally, it was closing time...nearly 8.30pm. He suggested that I try his new cocktail of hair treatment creams and tonics that would enhance the colour of my hair and make it healthy. I agreed and then, when I was just sitting and waiting for the steamer to finish steaming my hair...it happened. Jerry had a long day that day and he decided to wash his long elbow length hair. I had always seen him with his hair neatly braided and well combed. I used to imagine the way his hair would look when it was not braided and undone. There, right in front of my eyes, Jerry undid his braid and tilted his head inside the wash sink and slowly started washing his long, straight hair.
To anyone else, it would have been nothing but just a man washing his hair standing up. But to me, wow wee! He was washing his hair in slow motion...he gently stroked his hair and as he did that, he covered all his hair with water and he looked extremely sexy doing that.
I didn't realize that my mouth had opened and I was salivating a little. He proceeded to shampoo his hair and at that precise moment when the golden liquid oozed onto his hair and scalp, it was so je ne sais quoi!
He then went on to gently massage his scalp and all I could see were his long, big fingers hard at work. He worked on his scalp until his hair was covered with white shampoo froth. At that moment, I wanted to be his hair so much.
I couldn't sit comfortably in my chair by now but I still watched him in deep silence as he rinsed every inch of his hair and each time he stroked and massaged it, I was in my fantasy world of temptation and debauchery.
I was so into watching him that he suddenly looked straight into my eyes while towelling his hair and quickly ran to me. Oh my goodness! I thought to myself. Did I send him the wrong signal? I mean I was just watching him secretly. He definitely didn't know that I was watching him. He quickly came to me and smiled and then he said that the steamer timer had gone off twenty minutes ago and neither he nor I noticed it. Oh okay. I was safe.
He then told me to hold on and sat next to my chair. As if him washing his hair was not enough, he had to blow dry his hair just next to me. The way he tossed and turned his hair....attacking it in the gentlest way, applying heat to it with a comb and making it surrender to his will. He reminded me of a snake charmer who would wrestle with his snake and domesticate it.
Hmmm, his hair was tamed and so was I...in a way. After that, he washed my hair as gently as he did his, blew dried it and I paid him for his services.
I walked out of the hair salon feeling very much alive that day. My dear hairstylist had unknowingly excavated the woman in me. Everything he did to his hair was very sexual to me. There is something sensual about men who have long hair. I realized it that day with Jerry. He is my good friend and he will always be a good friend. I am so attracted to men with long hair now. There's something raw and very masculine about men with long hair...I never knew that until I observed dear old Jerry. That simple gesture of washing his hair...I still think about it even now.
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