There once was a young lady of twenty-one years whose hair was long, beautiful and golden brown and grew almost a meter a day. Her name was Ramona, a pretty country girl with a dainty manner, a sing-song voice and dark brown eyes. She lived with her father, a kindly but poor woodcutter, and her step-mother, a cranky and self-absorbed witch, in a cabin in th...
My Aunt is a high-class whore. I had finished college and was sent to Mumbai to stay with her as I was training with a company, which manufactured air conditioners. Mumbai intimidated me as I came from a small town Bhopal and I was still had not had any sexual experience except when I felt my girlfriend’s breasts resulting in my being banished from hr presen...
Liverpool is one of Lancashire’s most celebrated towns. It’s the home of the Beatles as well as the famous football team of the same name. It was also made famous by the song “Long haired lover from Liverpool” by the Osmond brothers. I too am a longhaired lover from Liverpool. I love long hair in my lovers and the few I fucked have all had very hairy pussies...
Hilary was getting excited about the local fair that was coming up. It was her second year living in the community but she had missed the annual event last year as she had been away visiting family. After living in the city where she always felt so anonymous, she found living in this community much more to her liking. She felt she belonged- it probably helpe...
My tribute to the student hairdresser named Greg whom I’ll never forget. * I was fifteen years old. It was 1972. Mom had two coupons for free hair stylings at a local beauty college. She let me make use of both coupons. I don't recall much about the first styling. I will never forget the second. The student hairdresser who would perform that styling int...
"Alexandra, we have to do this, to save our family's name from shame. You will go to England and my sister will look after you. And when it's all done, you can come back home." Alexandra's father, a tall, well dressed man, looked sternly down on his wayward daughter. While he loved his daughter as only a father can love his daughter, he was a man of princip...
Toshiro had lived all his life in Osaka. He had a petite wife and two children. He was no past 40 and was working in a large conglomerate in marketing. He was satisfied with life but he had one big yearning. He had a fetish for bushy underarms. His wife kept her underarms shaved and her pubic bush trimmed but he never got around to telling his wife that she...
I walked in to a dimly lit room where the windows had been well covered and a few candles were placed here and there. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and I saw what was perhaps the prettiest young blond I had ever seen in my life. There she was, sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a blindfold and nothing else except waves of thick long blond hair...
"I don't understand, all you need to do is wash her hair for me. Then I'll take it from there," the stylist said wiping the hair from her scissors. "When you're done just lead her over to that chair and I'll be over just as soon as I finish up with Jillian here." He leaned over to look around me into the mirror and said, "Just a moment Jillian dear," he then...
She had been left alone in the room for quite sometime now... Just how long she had no real idea. He and his men had captured her small band of "freedom fighters" as they had been termed by the people who still spoke with a free voice. But unfortunately, these numbers were dwindling much too rapidly. She hung her head, and her long hair trailed to the floor...