Hair Stories

Our Reader Score [Total: 8   Average: 3.6/5]The Dressing Room Part One by Ransom King I remember my first night inside Cabaret Calva’s entertainers’ dressing room. The dancers’ regular hairdresser was on his honeymoon with his new wife, who, by the way, he met here. It was a...

Our Reader Score [Total: 4   Average: 3.8/5]I stand in front of you, naked except for the long, black hair that covers both my breasts. Already you have insisted that my private areas be completely bare and last night you removed the small triangle of hair in my...

Our Reader Score [Total: 33   Average: 3.2/5]PART 1 – The Voyeur Earlier this past summer, my best friend, Marlene and her husband Jay, asked me to stay at their house over the weekends when they occasionally went out of town to visit friends. I readily accepted their...

Our Reader Score [Total: 16   Average: 3/5]This is a story of fiction and may not be copied or downloaded without the author’s permission. Lets see where it all begins. I met a wonderful woman with the longest thickest hair I have ever seen. It flowed down her...

Our Reader Score [Total: 34   Average: 3.7/5]The big Harley roared through the darkened streets and the throaty rumble of its engine sent incredibly sexy vibrations up between my legs, stirring the straps of my black garter belt beneath my short leather skirt. I hung on tightly to...

Our Reader Score [Total: 10   Average: 3.8/5]The shoes were his thing. Since we started dating, we had gone shopping together about once a month. These shopping trips would always start with him giving me a foot massage, and they would end with him buying me a pair...

Our Reader Score [Total: 125   Average: 2.9/5]I got transfer to Bombay from Kerala and I had taken a flat at Thana. On vacation I brought my family to Bombay. My wife is a teacher at Kerala and we have two children. Our eldest one is the son...

Our Reader Score [Total: 19   Average: 2.9/5]Suzy finished getting ready and looked at the clock. 6:30. Jack would be arriving in half an hour. She sat down on the couch, and thought about what she was about to do. It was an act of submission. That’s what...