Finding The One

In Rick’s circle of friends, he was the guy who was always looking for the woman of his dreams, but could never seem to find “the one”.  He was in his early 30’s, and most of his friends were either married or engaged to be married, and it was starting to get to him.  He was getting older and desperately wanted to start a family, but it had to be with the right woman. 

Rick’s friends had tried setting him up with their wives’ (or girlfriend’s) friends, but nothing ever came of it.  He also wasn’t meeting many women through work.  He was a computer engineer, and it wasn’t exactly the kind of job that had a lot of women around.  So in recent months, Rick decided to join a dating website in the hopes of meeting some women outside his daily circle of work and social friends.  

Now the one thing that Rick never told anyone was that he had a hair fetish.  More than that, he had a HAIRCUT fetish.  He especially loved when women got long to short haircuts.  The thought or sight of it would just get him aroused instantly.  But he could never tell anyone that…his guy friends would probably harass him forever.  And women!  If he even had the balls to tell a woman about this fetish, she would probably never speak to him again!

 

ORIGINS OF RICK’S FETISH

Rick’s fetish started back in high school when his crush Erin showed up to school one morning with a shoulder-grazing bob.  You see, the day before Erin had long, thick brown hair that reached down toward the small of her back, with a thick fringe that landed just at the top of her eyebrows.  She was gorgeous, and Rick couldn’t help but stare at her on days when she had her hair in a long ponytail or braid.  Her hair used to just swing side-to-side as she walked down the hall, and Rick would just feel this tingle inside of him each time, but today…today her hair was all gone!  Erin’s thick fringe was still there, but her long, luscious hair was all gone!   She must have cut off about 18 inches of hair!

Rick thought he would have been upset about Erin cutting her hair short, but he wasn’t.  In fact he was getting aroused as she got into her seat in 1st period Physics.  She sat 2 rows in front of him and to the right, so he had an incredible view of the back of her hair.  As class started, Erin reached for her hair.  You could tell that Erin wasn’t used to the short hair yet, because she had reached where her hair no longer existed.  Finally, she grabbed her hair and pulled it into a short, stubby, thick ponytail at the nape of her neck.  It was so short that some strands were too short to fit in the ponytail and just loosely fell toward her shoulders.  That amazing two-foot ponytail Erin had yesterday was now only about 4 inches at its longest, but the sight of it was getting Rick rock hard!  

Rick couldn’t wait to get home that day.  When he reached his house, he did he ran to the bathroom, slammed the door shut and furiously masturbated.  For the rest of the day and night Rick fantasized about being the lucky stylist who got to chop off Erin’s ponytail…having Erin walk into the salon and saying “I need a haircut. Please cut off my ponytail.” and “I’m ready”.  Those words just got him so aroused every single time.  He wondered where Erin’s ponytail was – he wanted it for his own, but it was probably donated to a charity.  For the rest of high school, Rick always had eyes for Erin, but he was petrified of even talking to her for fear of bringing up his embarrassing fetish.  So instead, Rick would look at her from afar, and once they graduated, the memory of Erin’s hair and his fantasy getting her haircut provided years of masturbation fodder.  Over the next 15 years Rick would pleasure himself to haircut fetish videos and photos as well, but he never forgot about Erin even though she eventually moved out west and got married.  

 

THE DATING WEBSITE – LAURENH20

Once Rick joined the dating website, he was curious to see if there were women on the site who grew out their hair every few years and donated it. He figured that if he couldn’t bring himself to talk to a woman about his peculiar fetish, that perhaps if he was with a woman who grew her hair out every few years and cut it short, that he could get his fix that way.  Rick always wanted to be with a woman who grew out her hair just to chop off her ponytail.  He desperately wanted to be in the salon when it happened.  If only he could convince the woman he was with to film the cutting or take pictures of it.  Or…if the woman would let him chop off her pride and glory!  What would that feel like?  Could he do it without losing his woman?  He was getting way too far ahead of himself.

On the dating website, Rick would enter in search terms like “Locks of Love” or “Wigs for Kids”, and unfortunately he didn’t find any profiles.  Two weeks later, Rick received an alert for a new profile in the area – her username was “LaurenH20”.  When Rick scrolled through the profile and looked at the photos, his jaw dropped.   “LaurenH20” had about 20 photos posted on her profile:  the first few showed her with super thick, long auburn red to her waist, and then the next one showed her smiling in a salon chair with an uneven chin-length bob, holding her wavy auburn ponytail as a trophy.  After that, the next few photos showed her with an Emma Watson pixie, with the last few photos showing her hair getting increasingly longer to the point where he couldn’t tell how long her hair was in the last few photos.  Then in the “LaurenH20” profile, it said “Don’t get used to my hair at any particular length – I like to grow my hair out and donate it…it’s so liberating and exhilerating to cut it all off!  I figured I’d let all of you long hair lovers know this before we waste each other’s time.”  

Within minutes, Rick began messaging “LaurenH20″.   In doing so, Rick tried to keep his expectations low.  After all, a woman this attractive probably gets a ton of messages and there’s a good chance she doesn’t even respond back.  In his message, he was careful not to tip his hand too much.  They did share a bunch of mutual interests like running, travel, TV shows and music, so his attraction to her went beyond the obvious and he made it a point to talk about a lot of the things she mentioned in her profile.  But in his message, Rick told her that her hair looked great in all of the pictures, especially the shorter styles and that he knew some people in his life who donated their hair too.  To close out his message, Rick said that if they got a chance to meet, her hair length didn’t matter at all, and that he was just interested in meeting good people with shared interests.  It was a genuine and honest message.  Rick hit “send” on the message, and went about his day.

Later that evening, Rick finds a message in his dating profile inbox.  It was from “LaurenH20”!  She was a chemical engineer and her last name started with an H (thus the “H20” in her username).  She talked about having trouble finding a good guy, and how Rick’s message was the most sincere one she had ever read.  She said that most men just wrote “Sup?” or just flat out ask for a hookup.  Her hair never came up in the response, which disappointed Rick.   But Lauren closed out her message by saying she looked forward to hearing back from Rick.  This began a chain of messages over the next 2 days, ending in a date being set for Friday night for dinner at a local brewery followed by axe throwing.  The topic of hair never came up in the messages, so Rick was curious and excited to meet Lauren for the first time.

 

THE FIRST DATE

On Friday night, Rick was so excited that he showed up to the brewery 30 minutes early.  He got a table that had a view of the front door, and impatiently waited for Lauren to arrive. 

After 25 minutes, a woman with red hair walked in.  Rick couldn’t tell how long her hair was, because it was behind her shoulders, but he could tell it was fairly long.  The host pointed toward Rick’s table, and within seconds they were face to face.  Rick stood up to greet her at the table, and they both smiled at each other.  The hardest part of the date was through – they had met in each other in person, and neither was disappointed with how the other looked. 

Lauren told Rick how relieved she was that he looked like his dating profile photo, a sign that she was at least physically attracted to Rick.  Rick couldn’t have been happier though – Lauren was even more beautiful than in her photos.  She was about 5’7”, with an athletic runner’s body.  Lauren wore a short-sleeved maroon blouse that showed her assets just a little, accompanied with a nice pair of jeans that showed off her figure just right, and some flat dress shoes with pointed toes. 

As Lauren went to sit down she shook her head just a little, and as she did some of her beautiful, thick, rich auburn waves came over her left shoulder. With her left arm, she brushed her hair back over her shoulder and turned her body just a little.  At that moment, Rick could see that Lauren’s hair was longer than it was in any of her photos as the slightly curled ends brushed against the top of her jeans.  Lauren’s hair was so long that she had to adjust it after she sat down, and she adjusted it as if she were an anchor at a news desk – her hair was front and center, shining from the lights in the dining room.  

After about 5 minutes of awkward nervousness on both sides, Rick and Lauren both began to loosen up.  They actually had a lot in common – they were the same age and she went to high school one town over from each other, although their paths never crossed.  Throughout the dinner, Rick nervously told Lauren about some of the nerdier things he liked, including the MCU movies, zombie tv shows, and even Monty Python, convinced that the date would go south afterwards.  But surprisingly, Lauren was into all of it!   They talked about traveling to Europe, and they learned how they were both dying to travel to Greece someday.  The date was going great!  

As the dinner conversation continued, Lauren started fussing with her hair, tossing it over one shoulder, and then a few moments later tossing it all over her other shoulder.  In doing so, Rick could tell that her hair was REALLY long, and that it seemed to be frustrating her.  It had to be close to the point where she was getting ready to cut it, he thought.  So after she tossed her hair over her left shoulder again, Rick couldn’t resist any longer and asked Lauren her about her hair, and when she was planning to donate it again.

“I’m so ready to chop it all off”, she said as she grabbed a fistful of her auburn locks and shook them.  As I tried to maintain my arousal at her unintentional hair play, I asked her why she hadn’t done it yet, and she said “Well, I was going to cut it a few days ago, but when I got your message and you said that I looked amazing in any style or length, I cancelled my appointment….Sorry, I know that sounds weird.” 

Rick shot her back a puzzled look and asked Lauren why he had stopped her from cutting her hair.  Lauren said “Well, things were going so well between us in our messages and I was really hoping things would go well tonight…and they are!  I guess I’m just being insecure, but I wanted to see where things went with us first before I cut it all off!”.  Rick was still puzzled, and at the same time trying to maneuver in his chair to conceal his arousal without Lauren noticing his growing bulge.  

As Lauren continued she got more and more emotional. “The only serious boyfriend I ever had left me after I got that pixie cut you saw in the profile photos.  We were together for five years and we were even engaged to be married, but he just disappeared from my life the day after I cut all my hair off.  He told me not to do it, he even begged me not to do it.   But cutting off my ponytail was something that I had a strong desire…a strong urge…something I wanted to do, and I honestly thought he loved me for more than just my hair…but I guess he didn’t.  From that day on, I grew my hair back out and I’ve been growing it for four long years while I tried to get over that relationship.  Last week, creating that dating profile was the first time I’ve put myself back out there.  As part of putting myself back out there, I made appointment to chop off this lion’s mane, but when you sent your message to me I made a decision.  I decided that I’m going to keep my hair long until I think I’ve met the guy who truly likes me for who I am.  When that happens, I’m going to ask that man to cut off my ponytail so they can prove that they mean what they say.  I don’t want to waste years of my life again just to be dumped over the length of my hair.” 

Lauren paused, realizing that she may have said way too much for a first date.  “I’m sorry”, Lauren said.  “I shouldn’t have said all of that on a first date.  You probably think I’m crazy.  It’s ok if you want to end the date here.”  She had a defeated look on her face, like she had blown a possible chance with a great guy.

Rick was getting emotional himself.  He was so incredibly aroused that he could run to the bathroom and masturbate.  Rick desperately wanted to sit Lauren in a chair, gather up her thick auburn tresses into a ponytail, and slowly free her of the last four years of emotional distress…one slow snip of the scissors at a time.   But at the same time, he really felt bad for Lauren and what she had been through.

He really liked her In the short time he had gotten to know her over dinner, and he knew how hard it was to find “the one”…after all, first dates are tough, especially when you’re still recovering from a long relationship.  He didn’t want to hurt her, even at the expense of his boiling sexual urges.  Rick sympathized with Lauren, and he wanted to continue getting to know what seemed to be a fun, smart and beautiful person.  At that moment, Rick slowly smiled at Lauren and suggested that it was time to get over their exes by throwing some axes.  Lauren chuckled at Rick’s corny joke, and at that moment she realized that Rick was different. 

During the axe throwing, Lauren pulled her hair back into high ponytail so it didn’t get in the way.  As she threw each axe at the wall, her red ponytail bounced from side to side, and Rick did all he could to hide his arousal and focus on the activity at hand.  After another hour of talking and axe throwing, they both decided to call it a night.  As they said goodbye, Rick and Lauren slowly moved toward each other and kissed.   As Rick kissed Lauren, he put his hand behind her head just to touch her beautiful hair, if just for a moment.  Rick did all he could to compose himself long enough to get home so he could release what he had been holding in all night.  As Rick masturbated, his 15 years of fantasies featuring Erin were replaced with fantasies of slowly cutting off Lauren’s beautiful hair and making love to her.

 

SATISFYING THEIR DESIRES

Rick and Lauren went on another date the following week, and their bond was slowly growing as well as their physical desires for each other.  During this date, Lauren’s hair was in a bun that was the size of a softball.  By the end of the date, they knew that there was something there between them.  Once again, they kissed only this time it lasted for a few minutes.  Rick was so caught up in the moment that he instinctively put his hand on her massive auburn bun and before he knew it, a waterfall of hair came tumbling down Lauren’s back. 

Both of them stopped dead in their tracks, and at that moment Lauren looked down and noticed Rick’s arousal.  Rick’s face was beet red with embarrassment, but Lauren gave Rick a sly grin, put her hand on the outside of his pants and said “Next time” as she grabbed a fistful of her own hair and slightly tugged on it. 

For their next date, Rick and Lauren went to the fair.  This time, Lauren’s hair was in a thick, rope-like braid.  It was amazing to Rick that Lauren didn’t get her hair caught on any of the rides, but he was paying so much attention to it, that he would have never let that happen.  At the end of the date, they went back to Lauren’s place and started making out on her couch.  Once again, Rick’s hands found themselves on Lauren’s braid, as Lauren’s hands started moving toward Rick’s jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.  It was at this point that Lauren stopped and looked at Rick.

“Rick, I want to ask you something, but I’m worried that you’re not going to be able to do it.  I feel like you only like me for my hair.  Sometimes you look at my hair more than you look at me, and you’re always looking to get your hands on it.”

At that moment, Rick realized that he needed to come clean to Lauren.  He wasn’t just attracted to her hair – yes it turned him on like nothing else, but he had developed strong feelings for her.   He didn’t want to ruin a great thing with a great woman.  Rick paused.

“So what do you have to say to that, Rick?”

Rick sighed, and slowly explained his fetish to Lauren, worried that this was going to be the last time he ever saw her.  He explained how he really liked Lauren, but he had a strong sexual urge to play with her hair, and an even stronger sexual urge to cut her hair off.  Rick explained how he was worried that his sexual urges would push Lauren away, and told Lauren that he thought she would look beautiful no matter how her hair looked, and that he felt that she should do anything she wanted to her hair, including leaving it long.   He didn’t want Lauren to feel pressured to cut her hair at his sexual desires.  He just wanted to be with Lauren and enjoy their time together, and Rick said that he could enjoy being with her even if she were bald. 

“Do you remember our first date?” Lauren asked.  Rick nodded, and Lauren said “Do you remember when I told you that I had a strong urge to cut my hair last time?”  Rick looked at Lauren and tilted his head a little, in doing so a small smile came out as he started to understand what she meant.

Lauren continued, “Well, I had stopped myself from telling you that I had a strong sexual urge to cut my hair ever since I was in junior high.  In 8th grade, my mother forced me to get a haircut as punishment for not focusing enough on my grades.  She even took me to a barbershop and told the barber to cut off my ponytail.  But the craziest thing happened that day!  The sound of the scissors slowly slicing through my hair sent shivers through me, and by the time my ponytail fell to the floor, I had experienced my very first orgasm.  That day, I got a horrible bob haircut, but I never forgot how that haircut made me feel, and I desperately wanted to feel it again someday. That day came four years ago when I couldn’t control myself anymore and decided to cut all my hair off.  But the problem was that I didn’t get aroused during this haircut, because I was so worried about my fiancee being upset with me for cutting off the hair that he loved so much.  So not only did I not get any pleasure from cutting off my hair, but I ended up losing the man I wanted to marry.  I was so devastated after he left me that I grew my hair back out as a way to punish myself.”  

By now, tears had welled up in Lauren’s eyes.  Rick slowly walked over to Lauren, and wiped the tears that were now coming down her cheeks.  Rick gave her a small kiss on the cheek and asked  Lauren if she had a question to ask him.  Lauren’s eyes widened, and she grabbed her hair and brought it in front of her left shoulder.  She looked down at her hair, stroking it several times before looking back up at Rick and saying “Slowly cut my ponytail off and slowly shave my head.  I want us both to remember this for the rest of our lives.”

In no time, Lauren was sitting on a stool, and Rick stood above Lauren, facing her with a brush and hair ties around his wrist.  Rick walked up to Lauren, and she pulled down Rick’s pants to reveal his rock hard penis.  She whispered to Rick to begin brushing her hair, while she took him into her mouth, the wet juices enveloping his erection.  It felt absolutely so incredible that he was forgetting to brush her hair.  He was so entranced that he even forgot to tell Lauren that he was going to ejaculate, but she was ready for him.  After he came, Lauren pulled away from Rick, looked up and said “I’m so ready.  Please take my ponytail.  It’s yours.”

Rick gathered Lauren’s thick, wavy, auburn locks in his left fist.  With his right, he bundled her ponytail with a hair tie, and when he was done he made sure the band sat an inch below the nape of her neck.  He then put another hair tie at the same spot because her hair was so incredibly thick that he was worried about the ponytail coming loose during the cut.  That was the last thing he wanted.  At this point, Lauren was panting and Rick could tell that the stool was wet from Lauren’s juices.  

“Please cut it now Rick.  Cut it, cut it, cut it…oh god cut it!”

Rick’s scissors snipped once…SCHNICK!  But Lauren’s hair was so thick that barely anything was cut.  Rick closed the scissors a second time and then a third time – SCHNICK, SCHNICK!  The first strands of Lauren’s soon-to-be bob fell to her left cheek and Lauren moaned at the sound of the scissors and exclaimed “Oh god, cut baby, cut!” 

SCHNICK SCHNICK SCHNICK SCHNICK

Rick had made it through the left half of Lauren’s ponytail and stopped for a moment to squeeze every last moment out of their pleasure.  But Lauren couldn’t take it anymore.  Rick looked down at the floor and saw that Lauren was so wet that there were now several drops on the hardwood floor.  “Go faster Rick, it’s your ponytail, please take it!”  Rick finally sped up and after 9 more rhythmic snips, Lauren’s ponytail came free in Rick’s right hand.  Lauren’s head jerked forward as her hands sprung up to explore her new chin length bob.  Lauren was sexually spent, having reached climax three times already.  

Rick had waited for this day since he began fantasizing about cutting Erin’s hair, but it had finally happened – he had a gorgeous woman’s ponytail in his hands and he had taken it with his own hands.  He was invigorated, and even though he had come a few moments ago, he was ready for another release.  

Lauren and Rick met eyes again, and this time Lauren said “Finish the job and shave my head”.  Rick grabbed the clippers and switched them on.  The buzzing filled the room and he walked up to Lauren as he faced her.  He wanted to see her face as he removed her hair.  Rick decided to start by shaving the back of Lauren’s head, slowly running them halfway up the back of her head and stopping.  He did this all the way around Lauren’s head until she had a bowl cut.

“Rick, you’re amazing baby.  This feels amazing.  Please finish me off now!”  Rick took the clippers, placing them at Lauren’s forehead and slowly pushing them toward the back of her head as Lauren moaned repeatedly.  As the final passes of the clippers removed the remainder of her once titanic tresses, Lauren had her fourth orgasm.  When Rick was finished, he switched off the clippers, walked over to Lauren and put both hands on her newly shaved head before kissing it.  The sensation they both felt was something neither had experienced before.  

“Have you ever fucked a bald woman?” Lauren asked Rick although she already knew the answer.  They exchanged smiles as Rick took Lauren’s hand as they started walking toward Lauren’s bedroom.  Rick stopped to grab what used to be Lauren’s luxurious ponytail, wanting to have some fun with Lauren…and his new trophy.   In that moment, Rick and Lauren both knew that they had each found “the one”.  

“We are SO doing this again in four years!” Lauren exclaimed as the bedroom door closed behind them.

THE END