Khuq21
When we were younger my dad and my brother would always go to this single barbershop every time for their usual haircut. And my mom, sisters and I would go to a salon but really I was a long hair queen and would barely trim my hair once a year, mostly at home. To be honest I have had bad experiences there to justify my dislike for salons, you know the usual forced short haircuts we used to get due to school restrictions. I found them horrible, because they were never consented, like my mom would be standing right there while I was sitting helpless, losing a part of me that I found beautiful.
So I assumed that I would never trust a hairdresser ever again. But that was until I met Dom. Well I found his insta handle randomly one day, and on first instance I found him handsome. On further exploration I found out that he is a hairdresser, and one that works in
“The Sam’s”, the same place where my dad and brother went.
So my single ass was already swooning over him, but to meet him, meant that I must get a haircut. That wasn’t a problem though, I mean I’ve had this fetish for so long despite loving my long hair. This could be the potential of getting to know a handsome guy, and I mean how bad can a trim go, or that’s what I thought.
It was a Saturday at 6pm. I entered the calm barbershop, there were no customers at that time, lucky me. I saw him, he was a 5 ‘9 lean dark haired guy with piercing blue eyes, and a lot of tattoos. Turns out the place was also a tattoo parlour; interesting.
Our eyes met and we may have held the contact for a lil longer than usual, just to later on abruptly shake our hands. And the usual introduction followed. He was slow, in his speech and actions; soft.
‘So you’re looking for something specific?’
‘Um no actually i’ve no idea, could you maybe suggest something….’
‘Yea sure..’
‘Like im looking for a trim, i dont want much length off, but i dont mind trying maybe a new style, because the hairdo that i currently have is difficult to style daily, nothing really suits..’
‘..yea i get it.., they’ve thinned out a little at the ends, there’s no shape, and honestly that length is tough to manage.’
‘Yea exactly,’
‘ they are really good, but the bad haircut hides what they can actually bring out on you’
‘ I’ve mostly just done home cuts by myself or my mom..’
‘That explains it, but don’t worry you’ve come to the right place’ I look up to catch him wincing at me subtly. I gave in, I knew I’d be consumed by his thoughts for some time now.
He gestured to me to sit down in one of the chairs. I had worn a black tube top. He put on the cape, knotting it in the front, so that a lil place in my mid-chest area remains uncovered. I don’t know why but this detail didn’t bother me, it was as if the plot was eerily moving in my favour.
My hair was then unraveled and untangled after it’s wet thoroughly. And this time it didn’t hurt, I don’t know if it was my extra conditioner or his magic or my ignorance. Everything was ready for the cut to begin including the nostalgic feelings, clips of my past experiences, the smell, the spray of water droplets resting on my aroused skin.
“Ok so we’ll begin by giving you a trim, n then i was thinking maybe a layered cut would serve well on your long locks”
“ you’re the expert”
He worked his way through the back section, which he had separated in the beginning, leaving two on either side in the front. He got to the front, he sprayed a little more water, combed it out , and snipped it to the desirable length. All through the process he kept showing me the length he was cutting, to reassure me. He even explained how the final look would land.
My face was wet but thats okay, he cut off a little too much but that’s okay, his hands were too close to my breast but thats okay, i didnt want bangs but thats okay, its like i couldnt speak I don’t want to, like the wise man once said be like the owl only observe speak less well i was observing his hands gracefully manoeuvring the scissor, his eyes focused on my scalp- god he is dedicated and I didn’t want to disturb his flow of passion. It’s almost like I wanted it to happen so it’s okay. I feel vulnerable, exposed, helpless, desperate, submissive- but thats okay- i dont know how- but thats okay. You see everything felt okay with him. I didn’t know I needed this experience until it actually happened. I didn’t know whether to be sad or angry or accept it but that’s okay.
Okay
The bangs were done-those butterfly ones that you can find tutorials about on youtube, i could have done them at home, even the trim- it wouldn’t have been perfect though, cause it would lack my heart thumping fast, my mind racing, my body shaking(not visibly), my tongue numbing , my eyes lost, my legs trembling, my pussy(hoo-ha) drenching and my mouth watering. Holy lord, it’s praiseworthy how much a haircut can do to a girl.
Soon the cut was finished, unfortunately, the blow drying was also done- i didnt notice- i was in a trance- until he brought me back to reality by patting my shoulder. I got up, faced him, a quick eye lock then a nod and hmm turned back to check out my new look in the mirror, also a quick glance to see the fallen hair- which were not much- thank god. The cut was good, it felt pretty on me. And returned him a look to indicate his restless face that I was satisfied with the look. He had an expression of question- maybe he was wondering whether i liked it or not- the cut-cut to us in bed well i certainly liked it idk abt him he was too hungover for me to make out what he was feeling, so we just dozed off lol cut this later on(triple entendre)
We walked to the counter and I asked how much did i owe him? He said no worries it’s on the house. I was not ready for that and my subconscious instinct of being that independent girl was to try n diagree that for a bit so I did so politely but he was persistent. So i gave up n it clicked to me that this would actually be beneficial to me, since this assured id have to meet him again.
“ anushka our dads know each other, n moreover i earn a loyal customer, don’t I?” he said with that ever lasting look on his face
Does he ever break character i wonder
“ Of course you do, I should be heading home now ” I responded back.
“ ill drop you off…’’
‘’ No, that’ll not be needed, it’s not a hassle really …”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes , thank you “ and I managed to shoot a wide smile, as I exited the barbershop.
He waved goodbye through the tinted glass windows of the shop. His smile was radiant and amazing. He’s such a sweet guy. N oh he said my name- that moment was going to be replayed in my mind a thousand times/all thru the night.. and suddenly i was a lil girl again giggling at the thought of a new crush
I had to see him again- i immediately knew that from the moment i stepped out of the barbershop- heck that – when i saw my completed look- heck that- when i met his ocean blue eyes- heck that- when i knew i was ready to go bald if that meant getting my fetish and drive satisfied. I mean i would never get this chance again right, once in a lifetime experience can’t let it slip away. But you see fetishes are vicious. Did I think once was enough to feel it in my bones? Ugh why am i ached. Nevertheless I knew I had found a trusted hairdresser!
