Harry had a hair fetish. He'd sneak into hair salons and walk barefoot on floors saturated with ladies hair clippings. In crowded places he would stand close to a woman and bask in the aroma of her scalp growth. Often he crept behind ladies of the diva class and stared at the lovely patterns formed by the intertwining strands of their complex hair arrangements. It was exhilarating. His heart beat faster until the rhythm of his breathing slipped out of control. If the woman turned around, he told himself, he would strike up a conversation, casually ask her for a lock of her hair. But he never could. The sight of two piercing eyes turning to stab at him paralyzed that thought. His usual reaction was to compulsively pull a 'comb and Kleenex' kazoo from his pocket and frantically belt out a crazed rendition of "Bald Headed Woman," then flee. He should have gotten a job in a wig factory. It would have been a happy end.
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This is your hair on bondage.In my sophomore year of high school I was sent off to a distant school, where by chance Carol Gargillo, who used to be a classmate until her family movied, now attended. My dear friend Steve Sak had a shine for her but he'd never quite gotten the gumption to make his interest known. I helped him realize a small part of his dream surreptitiously. I sat behind Carol in science class, and whenever one of her long black hairs would be laying stray on the shoulder or upper back of her sweater, I'd gently collect it. It took an entire trimester to gather enough hairs that they could be gathered together and held as a bunch with a piece of ribbon, but I did succeed in acquiring a lock of her hair through this patient and stealthy means. I presented it to him and he was both amused and confused, but greatly happy to finally hold a small piece of her. True story.
i am like harry, only i don't stall women. I luv the part when u say "stared at the lovely patterns formed by the intertwining strands of their complex hair arrangements."
This is sooo true, my fav past time would be to look at the beautiful "multiple" cut hair of a girl :).
I once went to watch a movie all alone.It was a pretty empty theatre and i saw this girl with a friend watching the movie screen intently.Instinctively i just decided to sit in the row right behind her to watch the movie.My entire row and 5 rows behind were empty.The lights went out and we started to watch the movie,suddenly from nowhere i saw a cascade of hair flow down from the top of the girl's seat onto my side behind,probably she did not want her hair to be stuck in her back.Her hair was so long that it reached till the middle half of the seat in the back.It looked very inviting and exciting and i felt like she was my customer at a hair salon,waiting for her hair treatment,i resisted a lot but finally could not and started playing around with her hair in the darkness,she somehow didn't realise what i was doing behind. i guess she was too engrossed in the movie.Soon i was aroused and in about 15mins i had given myself an amazing hair job with that gorgeous silky hair right there in the darkness and i actually repeated my act 3 times in the next 1 hour and finally left the movie before the lights came on....one of my best memories with a stranger's long brunette hair.
Anonymous: Your story might actually cause me to develop a hair fetish. Don't think I ever read an erotic story quite like this one.
I think Harry can't work in hair salon. Or else he will cut all hair of some client...
But Hurry can try not to flee from those women, he can say a compliment to them, it would be nice. If he likes hair so much, he can be much closer if he has such friends.
He should have clipped a lock of her hair as a souvenir and took a couple of cell phone pics of her before leaving the movie theater
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