Occasionally, I splurge on a barber haircut because I miss the sensual feeling of someone carefully and skillfully moving their hands and their clippers over my scalp. I like that feeling of being cared for.
I’ve often heard people praise the sensuality of lovers washing each others hair. I fantasize about a lover cutting my hair, topless. I imagine the warmth and closeness of her body. The brush of her breasts as she moved around me. A little of her breath in my ear. Her hands sliding on my scalp, guiding the warm vibrating clippers. And then that moment when she whispers, “close your eyes,” then blows the little hair off my eyelashes. When I open my eyes, she’s smiling at me, and stroking my head with her soft hand.
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