two hair fetisher Pt:1

When Mike stood in front of the mirror, he lovingly stroked his shoulder-length brown hair. Forcibly shaved off by his mother when he was young, it was now a symbol of freedom for him. Years later, growing her hair long was her biggest step towards finding her own identity. But his mother could not accept this change. According to her, Mike’s hair had to be short, it had to look “proper”. So she called her friend Sara, a hairdresser, and insisted that Mike shave his hair.

When Sara knocked on the door, Mike felt uneasy. He knew that this visit meant saying goodbye to his hair. Sara entered with a smile. She was carrying a black bag; Mike knew what was inside: scissors, razors, a white cape. There was a twinkle in Sara’s eyes, as if she didn’t see this job as just a task.

“Hi Mike,” Sara said, a flirtatious tone in her voice. “Your mom asked me to cut your hair. Are you ready?”

Mike nodded with a sigh. “I’m ready,” he said, but his voice was reluctant.

Sara opened her bag and took out her supplies. She draped the white cape over Mike’s shoulders. The cloak clung to Mike’s body, covering him like a canvas. When Sara picked up the scissors, Mike’s heart raced. Each cut felt like a blow to his freedom.

Sara began to cut her hair gradually. Every movement of the scissors echoed in Mike’s ears. His hair spilled over his cloak, each strand a piece of Mike’s past. Sara worked slowly and carefully, as if each cut was a work of art.

“Your hair is beautiful,” Sara said, warmth in her voice. “But it will look good short, you’ll see.”

Mike said nothing. He just watched his reflection in the mirror. His hair was slowly disappearing from his shoulders. When Sara picked up the razor, Mike gasped. The machine was removing his hair by the root; each pass made his skin tremble.

“Are you uncomfortable?” Sara asked, putting her hand on Mike’s shoulder.

Mike shook his head. “No, I just… feel weird.”

Sara smiled. “You’ll get used to it. I know you have a fetish for cutting hair. I can feel it.”

Mike looked at Sara in surprise. “How… do you know?”

Sara shrugged. “When you’re a hairdresser, you see the sparkle in people’s eyes. Yours sparkle like that.”

Mike looked away in embarrassment. Sara’s words had brought out his innermost feelings. His fetish for cutting hair was not just an interest; it was a passion.

By the time Sara had finished cutting his hair, Mike’s head was completely shaved. The image reflected in the mirror was unfamiliar. Sara took off the cape and his hair fell to the floor.

“How did it happen?” Sara asked, her eyes shining.

Mike looked at Sara hesitantly. “Not bad,” he said, but his voice was reluctant.

Sara approached Mike. “I think it suits you,” she said, putting her hand on Mike’s shaved head. “But you know what, I want something from you too.”

Mike looked at Sara in surprise. “What do you want?”

Sara smiled. “I want you to shave my head too.”

Mike was puzzled. Sara’s hair was long and wavy and cutting it seemed like a big responsibility for her.

“Are you sure?” Mike asked, his voice shaking.

Sara nodded. “I’m sure. You feel the same way I do, don’t you?”

Mike nodded with a sigh. Sara’s words had reignited the passion in him.

Sara put the cloak back on and sat down opposite Mike. Mike picked up the scissors, his hands shaking. Cutting Sara’s hair was both exciting and frightening for him. Each cut brought out Sara’s beauty.

When Mike had finished cutting her hair, Sara’s head was shaved. They both watched their reflection in the mirror. Sara smiled and approached Mike.

“Thank you,” she said, putting her hand in his. “Now, time for some fun.”

Mike understood what Sara meant. They were home alone and Sara’s flirtatious behavior had ignited desire in him.

Sara pulled Mike to the bed. Both with shaved heads, they embraced each other passionately. Sara’s hands roamed over Mike’s body; every touch drove him wild.

Mike took off Sara’s top, admiring her perfect body. Sara smiled and started kissing Mike. Their kisses were becoming more and more passionate.

Mike moved under Sara and started kissing her body. Each kiss forced Sara to moan. When Mike got between Sara’s legs, he felt her wetness.

“I want you,” Mike said, his voice full of passion.

Sara smiled. “I want you too.”

Mike prepared to enter Sara. When Sara took him inside her, they both moaned with pleasure. Mike began to move slowly, each thrust driving Sara more and more wild.

Sara wrapped her arms around Mike’s shoulders and began to kiss him, pulling him to her. Their kisses matched the rhythm of the sex. Mike began to move faster and faster, each stroke bringing Sara closer to orgasm.

Sara began to moan. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

When Mike felt Sara orgasm, he came too. They hugged each other, both exhausted.

Sara smiled. “This is the best ending to your hair cutting fetish.”

Mike smiled. “Yeah, but I’m never shaving my head again.”

Sara laughed. “See you later, Mike. If you grow your hair long again, I’ll come back.”

Mike smiled. “I’ll wait, Sara.”

They both lay on the bed, their shaved heads wrapped around each other. Loneliness at home was no longer a problem. The haircut fetish had brought them together and made for an unforgettable night.

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