I filled my lungs to capacity, to take in the delightful smell of the ocean breeze filling my nostrils. It brought back fond memories of my youth spent close to the ocean and now as a mature adult; I missed its familiar smell. As I walked along the promenade next to the seaside shops, I felt the wind whisking my hair, what there is left of it, definitely nothing left on top. Actually it was only fluttering a little but nonetheless it was tickling my ears and I thought a trim was in order.
DOORS – by James Dylan Dean
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This particular story was written by myself and L. I have compiled and elaborated on the initial plot and present it to you, the reader, as a stand-alone story. If you are underage to view adult material in your state, then do not read the following. All others feel free to copy or repost this story as long as this intro is included and it is unchanged in any way. Jim drove the car up to the salon and pulled over to the curb.
This Is No Ordinary Salon
This story was originally posted on Camilla's Erotic Writing at www. To her surprise, she was offered one on the following day. She took it, and lifted a leaflet about the salon to browse before she returned. It was with keen interest that she returned the following evening for a cut and blow-dry. She had decided on an all-over haircut and buff up, and she had to undress so that her body hair could be trimmed.
I have always had a thing for pregnant women and the thought of having one cut my hair thrilled me. Looking up from her book she smiled and stood, her belly bulging out before her. I laughed along with her, thinking, wow she got me, as she asked if I wanted a wash first. I nodded my approval. I wanted as much time as possible with this beauty.