Dominant hairstyle: Erotic hairstyles

Looking back, I don't remember how this hairdresser cut my long hair, but it did. My erotic hairstyle:

When I first entered the hair salon, I didn't know which hair salon I would go to. I actually wanted to wash my hair and trim some of the ends. As I walked past the hair salon, I casually asked if I could wash and trim the ends of my hair. They immediately said yes. In retrospect, that should have given me pause. I loved my long hair and kept it, although it required constant effort. Many women liked my long hair and I also liked it when I combed my long hair. Men with long hair often look soft. I'm definitely not macho, but I'm not soft either. I think it's a bit more difficult, at least during sex. This can be the reason for a haircut session to cut long hair. I haven't had sex in weeks!

Sonia called me when the receptionist saw me in the salon. Suddenly I heard a whisper between the sexy barbers and at that moment I couldn't put it down. I liked the barber and the way they massaged my head while cutting it. Anyway, the atmosphere of the barber shop was interesting to me. Sexy nylon barbers - sometimes my imagination got the best of me. But I was speechless when I saw Sonya. She was wearing nylon shoes, super high heels, nylon stockings and a short mini skirt. There is nothing else. I remained silent, confused by his words and not knowing whether to accept or submit.

\"This way.\"

If I wasn't so obsessed with sex, I probably would have run away from the hairdresser. But if. Still confused, I followed him into the next room. That room also had all the beautifying equipment, but it was closed off with a door separate from normal operations. Hairdresser Sonia is closed. He pushed me into the barber chair and my heart skipped a beat. - Your hair is beautiful. - said Sonia and started to clean my naked body.

All I could say as I looked in the mirror was "Thank you." Sonia was very beautiful, no, very beautiful. She styled her black hair into an intricate up-do and wore extravagant make-up, highlighting delicate dark red lips. There was something very erotic when Sonia ran through my hair between her brush and her hands. I think Sonia is the epitome of hair fetishism. He seemed interested in my long hair and was completely devoted to my mane. I like.

-Men who like the barbershop fetish like you often come here. - said Sonya indifferently. Me, fetish? not!

"When I comb your hair, you will enjoy it. I can see it," he said. I wanted to scold him but my eyes were glued to his mouth so I couldn't say anything. It was true. I like. I loved how sexy she looked in the nylon dress. Sonya sometimes pulled my hair and tilted my head back. And as she flexed her bare breasts under the nylon robe, I melted with passion. Looking back, it was. He was the main hairdresser I stayed with and I liked him. He stroked my hair again and again, as if he enjoyed the softness of my long hair and was obsessed with it. Hair fetishism: what does it mean? Was he just interested in my long hair, or was he interested in seeing her in a nylon dress? Maybe I have a barber fetish? Was it bad? Was that important at the time? Not. I was excited but relaxed. If they work together. I loved his touch, I could feel his touch flowing from my hair to my neck. I felt his fingers massaging my head and neck. I felt heaven. Suddenly she pulled her hair from my head again. "Now what do you want?" he asked, looking deep into my eyes. I'm hungry, sex! But I spoke softly because I'm not macho.

\"Keep going.\"

She massaged my head for a moment, then came forward and suddenly placed her high heeled foot on my cock. I trembled. amazing. With longing. I caught him. I thought, oh my God, this can't be true! I had no idea how to handle the situation. There was the hairdresser stroking my hair like there was nothing more erotic in the world, then her bare breasts under a nylon dress, and now her heels pressing against my sex-starved privates. I want it! I wanted what he wanted!

"I'll wash your hair." She said. And I thought there was nothing more beautiful in the world. She started washing my hair. Everything was inside me and every touch was driving me crazy. I have never felt so homesick. In recent months, my one-night stands were nothing compared to the hot erotica that dominated the erotic salons. I don't know if he knew my situation, but I think he knew what kind of person I was. Because suddenly he:

- I will cut your hair now. short. It's too short.\"

I trembled. Everything inside me screamed NO. But my heart wanted to show all her naked beauty in that sexy nylon dress. I nodded. Looking back, I can't remember if I nodded, but I think I did. He took a large pair of scissors and cut it. I heard it was cut. Cutting his long hair may have been his favorite thing to do. Because I felt a rustling in the room. This is on. Every part of my haircut made him hot. He kept cutting. I didn't care that he wanted to cut my long hair, which gradually fell to the floor. Because the emotion I saw in the mirror made up for it all. He gave me the joy I felt when he cut my long hair. Suddenly I heard a hissing sound and watched in horror as he began to scissor. I started, but the barber put his arm around my neck to calm me down. I swallowed in seconds.

"Stay still." He commanded and I obeyed. He shaved my head with precision and the vibration of the scissors felt like an electric current running through my body. He cut my hair very short, almost bald. I can't remember if it was because of my moaning and longing for him, or the frustration that my long, beautiful hair was now all over the salon floor. If you could orgasm without ejaculating, an erotic haircut from my favorite hairdresser would be the highlight of your day.