The Barber’s Blade and the Heart’s Desire

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In the dim glow of the pub, amidst the chatter and laughter, my eyes scanned the room. As a skilled barber, my keen gaze was drawn to the vibrant tapestry of hairstyles. Amidst the crowd was a familiar face. Elizabeth, my old school friend, stood at the bar, her long, dark brown hair tied up into a ponytail that cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall.

“Wow, that’s Elizabeth? She’s changed so much,” I told myself as I got caught staring at her.

Time seemed to stand still as our eyes met. “Kate? Is that you?” she asked as her smile was as warm and inviting as I remembered.

“Elizabeth! It’s been ages!”

“I know, right? I can’t believe I ran into you here,” she said in disbelief, ecstatic that she had run into her old friend.

As the evening wore on, I felt an undeniable pull towards Elizabeth. Her intelligence, wit, and gentle spirit drew me in. When she confided in me about her recent struggles, I found myself offering words of comfort and encouragement.

“So, what have you been up to?” she asked me as we moved onto the topic of our professions.

“I’m a barber now. I have my own shop,” I bragged, it was a small achievement but one that I was happy about.

“Oh wow, that’s amazing. Do you do men or women?” she inquired.

“Both, mostly men but I have quite a few women too. I always like cutting their hair, especially when it’s long like yours,” I said gesturing to her long ponytail which reached her bum.

“Wow thank you. Although I have to admit I have sometimes wondered about cutting it short. I work as a physio for a local football team and workout a lot so it tends to get in the way,” she said fiddling with the ends of her hair.

“Well, you’re in luck. I’ll give you a discount,” I joked, clinking my glass with hers. She laughed nervously with me, still feeling the length of her hair. “Do you enjoy your work?”

“Oh, I love it. I’ve always been a gym freak…”

“Yeah I remember, I always loved watching you run and workout at the gym,” I said leaning closer.

She gently laughed, her cheeks flushing red from my compliment.

“You know I’ve always had a crush on you…” I flirted. “You all sweaty, your long hair swinging behind you. Your rock hard abs and big biceps on show… always turned me on.” I mumbled in her ear.

“Really?” she asked.

“Really,” I said giving her a wink.

She looked at me for a little bit, studying my face as my eyes locked onto hers. Then she leaned in, her lips meeting my own. Then our tongues started dancing together, fighting for dominance. The kiss was electric, a spark that ignited a fire within them both.

By the time the pub closed, we had grown close and neither of us wanted the night to end. “Do you want to come over to mine?” I asked her.

“I would love to,” she said as we packed up our things as the bartender started closing up.

We decided to continue our conversation at my apartment, where we sipped wine and shared stories. “So, tell me more about your recent trip to France. How was Paris?” I asked her.

“It was amazing! The architecture, the food, the people… I can’t wait to go back someday,” she said blissfully, recounting her time there.

Elizabeth’s hair, which had been pinned up earlier, now flowed freely around her shoulders. I couldn’t resist running my fingers through its silky strands. This time I took the initiative and started straddling her, my body pinning her to the sofa as she was now at my mercy.

Her touch was soft and gentle as she caressed my face which was barely inches away from her own. I passionately kissed her, once again feeling the same spark that was there. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long” I whispered.

“Me too. I’m glad we finally got the chance.”

“Let’s not waste any more time, then.”

Our passion grew more intense as I started taking off her shirt. What was underneath was absolutely glorious; her torso was absolutely toned with her 6-pack on display, her arms were massive but not too massive that they perfectly complemented her, her dark brown hair cascaded down her body reaching her hips in absolute beauty. “You’re so beautiful,” I said in awe.

“Thank you, but I can’t help but feel that you are getting more out of this than I am,” she gesturing to the clothes I was still wearing. She rapidly started unbuttoning my shirt, peeling it off immediately and then pulled down my trousers straight after.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she said kissing my neck, tracing her lips up my neck and to my jaw.

She hungrily kissed me again as my hands began to explore Elizabeth’s body, tracing the curves of her waist and the softness of her skin. Elizabeth responded in kind, her fingers dancing along my neck and shoulders, sending shivers down my spine.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she said kissing my neck, tracing her lips up my neck and to my jaw.

“Neither can I, but I don’t want it to stop,” I moaned enjoying the feeling of her lips.

As our passion continued to build, we found ourselves moving towards my bedroom. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm, inviting glow over the bed. They undressed each other slowly, savoring every moment of the reveal. Our eyes locked, filled with desire and a newfound understanding of the depth of our connection.

Once we were both naked, we climbed onto the bed, our bodies entwined in a dance of passion and desire. The air was thick with the scent of our arousal, and our moans filled the room as we explored each other’s bodies with a newfound sense of urgency.

“This feels so good,” I gasped, her strong build and endless stamina only heightened my experience as her hand did its magic with my sensitive spot, eliciting some loud moans on my part. It didn’t take long for me to orgasm as I erupted all over her fingers.

“My turn,” I said as I gently but firmly grabbed her hair and peeled her off of me, her long hair wrapped around my left hand as I controlled her head in between kissing her. My other hand took inspiration from her own handiwork and started feeling the insides of her wet pussy. She moaned even louder as I yanked on her hair pulling it back, enjoying the feeling of being dominated.

As we moved together, our bodies melded into one, our hearts beating in sync. The intensity of our lovemaking was unlike anything we had ever experienced before, and we knew that this moment would forever be etched in our memories.

When it was over, we lay together in the afterglow, our hearts still racing and their bodies slick with sweat. We held each other close, my fingers tracing the contours of her faces as she whispered words of love and devotion.

“That was… incredible,” Elizabeth gasped, getting her breath back.

“I couldn’t agree more. I’m so glad we finally got to spend some quality time together,” I joked.

“Me too, Kate. Me too.”

In that moment, we knew that our friendship had been transformed into something deeper, something more profound. We had shared a passionate, intimate connection that would forever change the course of our lives, and we knew that we would never be the same again.


In the morning light streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow in the kitchen. I was preparing breakfast for us all, but because I didn’t know what Lizzie liked I just made a bunch of different stuff varying from toast to fruit and cereal to a full on English breakfast which was partly for myself but also enough for her too.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and looked up to see Lizzie’s eyes meet my own, a warm smiled spread across her face. “Good morning, I hope your hungry,” I said taking in the sight of her wearing one of my jumpers, it hung loosely on her frame, providing a sense of comfort and security for her.


“I didn’t know what you liked so I just got a bunch of different stuff out for you,” I explained, gesturing to the array of food on the island in my kitchen.

“Aw thanks,” she said picking up a bowl of cereal and fruit and a some milk to go with it.

“I see you found one of my favorite jumpers,” I said admiring the sight of her in my jumper.

“I do. It’s really soft,” she said, rubbing her hands up the sleeves and feeling the soft material.

“So I was thinking, last night you said you were thinking about cutting your hair short. How about we go to my barbershop and you let me cut it for you,” I said as I sat down opposite her.

“Oh um, I dunno. I have been tempted to cut it short but I do love my long hair, its been this length for so long that I’m not sure I like the idea of it being short,” she told me, her hands now running along the ends of her hair.

“Of course I understand that completely, I’m pretty sure I would feel the same if I lost my own,” I said pulling my long blonde hair over my shoulders showing it off. “But sometimes its best to just do it and take the plunge and I do think it would look very good on you. It would also save you some much time in the long run and not get in the way as much when your working out or at work.”

“That’s true. I do spend quite a bit of time on my hair. But are you sure it would look good on me? I don’t want to end up regretting it,” she nervously said.

“I’m positive, I’m a pretty good barber and I promise you I will make it look good,” I reassured her.

She was left pondering for a few minutes, still running her hands down the length of her hair. Elizabeth’s mind raced as she weighed the pros and cons. She had always admired pixie cuts on others, but had never considered it for herself. The thought of shedding her long locks filled her with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation.

“Alright, let’s do it. I’m feeling a bit adventurous today,” she affirmed, finding a new sense of confidence. “But if I don’t like it, you’ll have to help me find a way to style it until it grows back.”

“Deal! I promise I’ll be there for you every step of the way. Let’s finish our breakfast and head to the barbershop. I can’t wait to give you that fabulous pixie cut!” I exclaimed all giddy, I was looking forward to this now, I’ve always had a secret fetish for cutting long hair short, running the clippers up a woman’s head and all her long hair falling loose. Just the thought of it got me all excited.


An hour later, the morning sun was shining brightly, casting a warm flow over the city as we stepped out of my house. We had just finished breakfast and got ready to got to my shop. Lizzie was wearing some of my clothes which fit her quite nicely.

I headed for my silver SUV and unlocked it.

“Wow nice car,” Elizabeth said enjoying the feeling of my leather seats.

“Thank you, I would hope so considering how much I spent for it,” I laughed.

“I still can’t believe I’m doing this,” Lizzie breathed, taking in a depp breath.

“You’re going to look amazing. Trust me,” I said taking her hand in my own and running my thumb across her knuckles.

“You’re right, I’m just nervous,” she admitted.

“It’ll be fine. Besides it’s just hair, it’ll grow back.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“You’re going to love it. And think of all the money you’ll save on shampoo and conditioner,” I added, looking over at her to see her smiling at my joke.

“That’s true I suppose,” she laughed.

“Well you’re about to see it in the mirror,” I said as I started parking the car. “Here we are.”

We both got out of the car and walked into the shop. Elizabeth’s eyes scanned the space with a mix of awe and trepidation, taking in the sleek, modern décor. The shop exuded an air of professionalism and creativity, its walls adorned with avant-garde hairstyles and inspirational quotes.

“Welcome to my humble abode!” I exclaimed excitedly.

“Wow Kate, this place is amazing,” Elizabeth said in awe.

As I prepared my tools for the transformation, Elizabeth paced nervously around the shop, her fingers tracing the stylish chairs and admiring the intricate designs etched into the mirrors. The anticipation of the drastic change from her long locks to a chic pixie cut filled her with both excitement and a hint of apprehension. The atmosphere was a blend of anticipation and artistry, as I prepared to wield my shears and transform Elizabeth’s hair into a masterpiece.

“So…about my hair…”

Then she turned to see that I was ready for her, my chair turned towards her inviting her to sit. “Don’t worry I’ve got you covered. Have a seat and let’s get started.”

She nervously walked towards the chair and turned, planting her perfectly shaped ass in my seat. I put on my hands on her shoulders and pulled her deeper into the seat so that her back was rested on the backrest of my chair. I could feel the tenseness in her shoulders as she sat there.

“Here this should calm you down,” I said as I gently but firmly kneaded her shoulders. She visibly relaxed a lot more feeling my hands working their magic as I undid the knots in her. “There did that help?”

“A little,” she replied.

“Good,” I said as I grabbed a large white cape. With deft precision I unfurled the sleek cutting cape, its light fabric billowing over Elizabeth’s toned frame like a protective cocoon. With practiced ease, I gathered Lizzie’s long, cascading dark brown hair into a taut ponytail, securing it with a swift twist of my wrist. I pulled out my gleaming scissors which had been recently sharpened to a razor’s edge, they hovered above the silken strands, poised to execute the irreversible act.

With a series of precise snips, I chopped into the ponytail, severing it from Lizzie’s head. Elizabeth’s hair, once a symbol of her feminine charm, now lay scattered on the floor in lifeless strands, a testament to to the transformative power of a single moment. Lizzie let out a loud gasp upon feeling the newfound lightness of her head.

“There we go,” I said with glee, excited for what was next.

“Oh… my… good…” she said taking in the sight of her hair falling just above her chin.

“Now for the fun part,” I said as I sectioned off the hair on the top of her head which would be left longer than the back and sides. I picked up my large Oster clippers and turned them on, a low hum filling the room. “You’re doing great! Just relax and let me work my magic,” I reassured her, putting my hand on her head and pushing it forward until her chin touched her chest. Just the sight of her visibly at my mercy turned me on so much, I loved having this power over others and was ready to wield it to full effect.

I then ran them up the back of her head slowly, the buzzing sound changing drastically as it cut into Lizze’s hair. At the same time, Elizabeth felt the cool metal against her nape going up and up. The clippers left behind a bare strip down the the back of Lizzie’s hair as they shaved her hair to a only 2 inches. I then repeated the process running the clippers up along the a similar line just next to it.

“Wow this feels so weird,” she said over the humming.

“I know right, it’s like a totally different experience,” I said.

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” she added.

“You’re going to look so fierce with this new look,” I complimented.

“I hope so.”

“Trust me you will.”

I methodically shaved the back of her hair and it didn’t take long for me to see her not so tanned skin from underneath all that hair. I then moved onto the right side as I pulled her head back up. From Elizabeth’s perspective, she couldn’t see what I had done in the back and hadn’t had that second shock off seeing her from having a little hair left to almost no hair. I tilted her head to the left so that I could work more easily as I once again ran my clippers up along the side of her head. This time dark brown hair landed on Elizabeth’s lap, contrasting the white satin cape that covered her. It was all there for her to see as I looked in the mirror to see her looking down at the sheared off strands of hair on her lap.

With each stroke of my clippers more and more hair pilled up on her, as quickly and precisely shaved everything away underneath the sectioned off area at the top.

“Wow it’s so short!” she gasped.

“It’s perfect,” I added smiling, looking at her stubbly head with only hair on top. I moved to the other side now as Lizzie almost instinctively followed my hand as I barely had to touch her as she tilted her head to the right. ‘I love it when they know their place.’

I skillfully ran the clippers up the right side of her head now, sending more brunette strands tumbling down onto her lap. Lizzie’s head felt so much lighter now as she watched more and more of her once precious hair get severed. As her hair piled up she could not help but feel liberated.

“There we go,” I said turning the clippers off, leaving a lingering silence in the shop now.

“This feels so good,” Elizabeth said running her right hand up the back of her head, enjoying the bristly feeling.

Then I unclipped the top section letting down the remaining hair, covering the shaved back and sides. I then got out my water spray and sprayed her hair down, dampening the hair making it easier to cut. As I sprayed it, I could see Elizabeth’s newfound excitement in her eyes.

I then put the spray away and picked up my scissors. I then got to work as I picked up her hair with the comb and cut her hair short, her hair falling down on her face. I continued this process as I picked up another section and quickly and methodically cut it off, paying attention to every tiny detail. The shop was now filled with the sounds of my scissors cutting away as Elizabeth obediently sat there letting me do my work.

With each snip of my scissors, her transformation became more apparent. Elizabeth was a shadow of her former self, the once long straight brunette hair that reached her bum was now a chic modern pixie cut.

Have you ever heard that saying ‘You can’t have your cake and eat it (too)’. Well that was this situation for me, but in this case I chose to ‘eat it’ as I sent more of her hair falling on to her lap. The transformation was truly remarkable, and I could not help but feel a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment at the finished look.

“Okay all done!” I exclaimed in joy. “How do you like it?”

“I love it! It’s so much shorter and lighter than before.”

“I know right? And it suits you so well,” I said as I finished styling her hair.

“Thank you so much, Kate. You’re the best,” she replied, still smiling.

“I know,” I laughed, unclipping the cape and whisking it off of her. Her brunette hair falling to the floor. Lizzie stood up and saw how much hair was cut and could not help but gasp.


“Oh my god, that’s so much!” she exclaimed.

“I know your hair was so thick I had to use my heavy duty clippers to get the job done,” I added.

“Well, how about we go on a shopping spree and I get to show off my new hair and my new girlfriend with it,” she said offering my her arm.

“I think that’s a great idea. Let me just sweep up your hair and then we can be on our way.”


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