The way out of misery

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I had long flowing hair when I met him. He loved caressing it, brushing it, tying it and pulling on it when we had sex. It was like a fairy tale dream come unto real life at first. I was very in love. The signs started appearing just weeks after he moved in. It was distancing from my friends and family, subtly suggesting to take me away on vacations every time I was about to meet them in the countryside. Then, there were very late night drinks and beating up, followed by incredibly expensive presents.

He was manipulative and I was horrible to say the least. I broke up two months ago, but it still feels like it was yesterday. The pain and the horror were still here. As a result, I had an insufferable case of insomnia. Like tonight, I had been awake at midnight for days and weeks. I couldn’t remember the last time i had a good night’s sleep. Shakily, I moved out of bed to get some water.

On the way to the kitchen, I saw myself in the mirror. Nothing new but this was the first time I saw my hair as his and not mine. He used to have a lot of control over me. I stayed where he told me to, acted the way he wanted me to and dressed up in the style he liked. I had already moved out of his place, left my clothes there and got new comfortable ones that he never let me wear, even in the house. But there was one thing left that remained as his, it was my hair.

I love my hair but not as much as I hate every minute having spent with him. Groggily tired, I rushed into my room and started frantically searching for a pair of scissors. I searched in the wardrobe, messing it in the process, I shuffled every last drawer but to no avail. Just as I was about to give up and try to rest in bed, I had the craziest idea possible. Maybe it was my insomnia or it was the hurt, anger and pain that was controlling me instead of my rational brain.

I went to the bathroom in a flash. The shaving cream and safety razor lay harmlessly on the bathtub sink. I knew it was a bad idea but it was almost 1 and I can’t think. I wet my hair in the sink and put the shaving cream into my hair clumsily. I didn’t know where to start but I was determined. I brought the safety razor to my forehead. I pushed it backwards in slow firm strokes. The feeling of the razor slowly scraping the scalp was exotic, to say the least. A wave flashed through my intimate parts in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. An aroused gasp escaped my mouth.

Even more determined, I held the razor firm and started getting rid of my front portion of hair. The razor on my head was pure bliss and I was audibly moaning in no time. My vagina was getting very wet between my thighs. I worked firm and slow with my trembling fingers.

Every stroke built pleasure inside my breasts, thighs and clitoris. As the wetness pooled in my vagina, my hands reached down to it and started stroking around it. As the pace in my bottom got faster, so did the strokes. The razor scraped and scraped. I came as I saw my side and top head bald, and shinning white under the bathroom light.

My hands grabbed tight onto the sink. I was never a squirter but I sprayed all over the place. I had never had such an intense orgasm while I was with him. I huffed and puffed as my breaths slowed down. My fingers found their way to my bald dome. It was smooth, like shaved legs but way better.

I slowly grabbed the razor again and made quick work of the last bits of hair on my head. My hands were shaking and I even nicked accidentally. But the pleasure outweighs the pain. Another orgasm was already building up.  I came as soon as I finished shaving my head. This one was even more powerful and lasted longer.

When I finally looked at myself in the mirror, I saw my beauty was gone. I looked like an ugly freak. A sexy, powerful freak. I knew deep down this girl would never have dated a guy like him. For the last bit, I shaved both of my eyebrows in a trance. I looked even sexier. A smile was already creping onto my lips.

I headed back to the bedroom to find a skimpy little dress to go with my look and a guy who can appreciate such a bold statement.

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