Posted by: haircutsrevisited | April 3, 2006

His Hair Fetish Discovered

His Hair Fetish Discovered
By Tammy 

Foreword: This is my first attempt at exploring what happens when I girl finds out about her boyfriends secrets, and decides to explore them further.

My hair is finally long again. I’ve grown it out passed my shoulders now and I love it. It’s taken so long to get it this long and I’ve missed my long hair so much.

My boyfriend seems to not pay attention to me anymore. When I met him I had shorter hair and he liked it that way. As it got longer I noticed he lost interest in it but I didn’t think much of it really.

We have been together for almost two years now and I wanted our 2-year anniversary to be special. Our first year together was so amazing, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. We moved in with each other after our first year together and things have become far less passionate for us. I don’t understand what happened or how things got this way. It makes me feel really sad to think about it.

Our two-year anniversary was coming up at the beginning of May, about 4 weeks away. I started thinking about what we could do for that weekend. I wanted to go away with him or do something special. That night after work we sat down on the sofa in our condo and watched Entertainment Tonight as we ate our dinner.

“Baby,” I asked him. “What do you want to do for our anniversary?”

“What,” he said.

“You know, we will be two years together starting the beginning of May.” I told him.

“Oh,” he said as he settled back into his food. “I don’t know.” He said as he took another bite.

God he was like talking to a wall sometimes I just wanted to scream. We finished our dinner and he went to the spare room to use the computer as I watched some TV for the night. I hated what this relationship has become. I turned the TV off and went to the bedroom.

I could hear him in the other room on the computer and I wanted him to come to bed. I changed into some lingerie and went into the other room. He heard me coming and I saw as he tensed up and panicked quickly trying to hide what was on the screen. I couldn’t see what he was looking at but saw it was the Internet. The Internet browser closed and the email opened and he started to act like nothing happened.

“Baby what are you doing.” I asked him.

“I’ll come to bed in a moment.” He said. Not taking his eyes off the screen .

‘Fuck’ I though to myself. I just went back to the bedroom and got into bed. I could hear him on the computer still so I turned the light off and went to sleep.

The next morning I woke up and he was already gone for work. I wasn’t feeling well so I called in sick and went back to bed. I woke up in the afternoon and I had the place all to myself. I got up and made coffee and went into the spare room.

I was really curious as to what was so important to him on that stupid computer. I turned it on and logged onto his area. I opened his web browser and opened his favourites. There was nothing there really other than Google or whatever.

I knew there was more to this. I opened up his Outlook Express to see his email and there was nothing there either. Just his emails for work, friends or family. I paused for a moment and thought there had to be something else.

I clicked on File – and saw ‘switch identity’ in the pull-down menu, I clicked it and a little menu popped up. It said ‘Main Identity’ and it also said ‘Hair Stuff’.

I quickly clicked on ‘Hair Stuff’ and the outlook express closed and reopened into another account.

“Jackpot”, I said out loud.

I clicked on his inbox and there were all kinds of messages about haircutting. I was taken back immediately from it. I could tell he had some friends online and was sharing photos. I found links to hair groups and clicked on them.

There were all of these, short hair on women groups. I browsed through the pictures and was amazed. I started playing with my own hair as I looked at these pictures and I thought about it being short again. I realized then that he likes woman with short hair. I didn’t know what to think about all of this.

I turned the computer off and left the room. I sat in the front room and thought about what I just saw. I started pacing through the living room. My hair was short when we met and now its grown in and getting pretty long.

I thought about our sex life. The first year was so hot. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. Then the sex started to fizzle and I didn’t understand why. We moved in with each other and I figured he just needed some time and space so I tried to be cool with him.

I am so sexually deprived right now I want to scream. Could it be that he doesn’t like my hair like this, ‘what an ass’ I thought. It’s just hair really so why would he lose interest in me because of that. I needed to learn more.

I went back into the spare room and started the computer again. I opened the email and went into the his ‘other identity’ again. I went through every single email I could find. He was sending messages to other girls out there too. I was going nuts reading this.

I found one and he talked about me in it. He said that I grew my hair out and it was getting too long now, He said he misses my short hair but he is scared to tell me about it. “Holy Shit,” I said out loud. I can tell him anything, why would he not talk to me about this.

In the email he also said he really likes the website Haircuts Revisited and loves the stories about the couples on that website. He said he wanted to share with me the same type of experiences like the couples in that website.

I opened the browser quickly and searched for Haircuts Revisited. It appeared on the link. I was taken away, there was this picture of a girl having her haircut short in a barbershop. I scrolled down and saw the stories.

I found ‘My First Love’ and read it. I then read Melissa’s story and Melissa meets Michael. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. I never thought about haircutting to be sensual before but I was intrigued by these stories. I read some more of them.

I turned the computer off and went back to lie down in bed. I started playing with my hair. I thought about when I cut my hair off before I met Jack. It was long and I had it cut one summer into a shorter bobbed length. I kept it short for a while and met Jack the following spring. I liked it short but I just started growing it again as I just wanted it long again.

I remembered being scared when I cut it but I never thought of it as being sensual though. I loved having it cut as it was something new, kind of like buying a new dress or something, it’s was exciting.

I didn’t like the idea of him being turned off by me having longer hair. He should just love me for who I am. But I realized we weren’t having sex anymore and I couldn’t stand that either.

I got up and grabbed the yellow pages and opened it to Hair Salon’s. I looked up a local salon from our house and started calling the number slowly.

5-5-5, 2-7-3……I felt a nervous pit in my stomach as I was dialing so I hung the phone up quickly. “SHIT, SHIT, SHIT,” I yelled out loud. I wasn’t going to chop all my hair off to indulge his little secrets if he wasn’t going to owe me the liberty of sharing them with me.

I found myself so upset with him for keeping this from me, how long was he going to let this go on. I was so mad at him for this.

The afternoon went on and I calmed myself down. He came home from work so I let the secret slide…for now.

“Hi Baby, how was your day,” I asked him.

“Not bad,” he answered.

We fell into our usual, eat dinner in front of the TV. Him going off to the spare room and leaving me in the living room. Only now I knew what he was up to. I couldn’t stand it so I went out.

I went to my friend Laura’s and told her about it. She told me that it was not that big of a deal. She said, consider how many guys are addicted to porn on the web and can’t get enough of that shit. She said he has a fetish and that’s pretty innocent. She told me I should indulge in his fantasy, find out what they are.

I showed her the Haircuts Revisited site on her computer and she read some stories. She said the couples ones were pretty hot. Couples are supposed to share fantasies with each other and that we should learn to do the same.

I went back home and went to sleep. I decided I would sleep on this whole thing.

A few weeks went by and we were days before the first weekend in May. I wanted to celebrate our anniversary over that weekend with Jack. We had our usual dinner again and sat in front of the TV so I started into him.

“I was thinking of getting my hair done for this weekend for our anniversary honey, what do you think?” I asked him. I could tell I made him nervous asking him this.

“I would love that.” He answered slowly.

“What do you think I should do with my hair?” I asked him abruptly.

He was quite for a moment. He took his plate off his lap and put it on the coffee table. He turned towards me.

“Can I take you to get a haircut?” he asked me. I smiled at him.

“Sure,” I said, “What were you thinking?” I asked him.

“I liked your hair when we first met when it was short but I want to do something different with you.” He said. “Can you take Friday afternoon off of work?” He asked.

I smiled and said yes.

We cleaned up our dinner plates and when I thought he would go to the spare bedroom to go to his computer he didn’t that night. He started kissing me instead, He started kissing me right there in the kitchen. It was so long since he did this and I loved it. We went to the bedroom and we made love.

I woke up the next day and it was the day before Friday, I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt giddy inside, like a schoolgirl again. I held my hair up and imagined what he had in store for me with his haircut.

I made coffee and went to the computer to read the stories on that website. I found I liked the stories now. They made me feel sensual, It was like I was starting to get into it. My hair was long now and the thought of cutting it frightened me. The thought of letting Jack take me somewhere and having someone do something to me frightened me a lot. There was something erotic about it. I couldn’t wait to see what he had in mind.

The next day I left work at noon and came straight home. Jack was home waiting for me.

“Hi baby,” he said as I came in.

“Hi,” I answered and we gave each other a big kiss.

“So, what are we going to do today?” I asked as I started running my fingers through my hair. He smiled.

“I want to share my fantasy with you.” He said. “Come to the bedroom.” He asked me and I followed him in and we sat on the bed. I was excited by all of this now.

“I feel weird telling you this.” He told me.

“No baby, you can tell me anything,” I told him as we sat there and I reached for his hand.

“I have a short hair fetish,” He said. “I love short hair on a woman, like when we first met.” He told me.

“That’s ok baby, I liked my hair short.” I told him.

“I want to share my Fantasy with you too.” He said.

“OK.” I told him.

“Lets go back to being 17 year olds again in a role play situation.” He started to tell me. “We are madly in love and can’t keep away from each other. Our parents forbid us from seeing each other and they punish us. They make you go to a cheap salon and make you cut your hair short and make you wear little girly summer dresses. When we see each other you have to play promiscuous with me wearing your dress and your haircut.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I wanted to laugh. I started playing with my hair for a moment.

“How do you want me to cut my hair,” I asked him.

“I can’t tell you that but it won’t be that short,” he said. “There will be enough length for you to get it changed after if you want to.”

I sat there playing with my hair and I smiled at him.

“OK,” I told him, I trusted him.

With that he got up and got some boxes. He opened my drawers and started throwing all of my clothes into the boxes.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“You will get all this back after the weekend is over.” He told me.

I watched as he went to the closet and took everything and put them in the box, all my clothes and shoes and accessories. He also took my purse, my wallet and all my money and credit cards. I was left with nothing.

I just let him do it without stopping him, it was rather hot watching him do this to me. He took the box down to our storage locker in the basement of the condo and locked it up. I waited for him in the bedroom to come back.

He came back with a bag and opened it. There were these three summer dresses in there. Like the ones my mom used to make me wear to church when I was young. I laughed at the site of them.

“Put one of them on.” He told me.

There was a yellow one, a light blue one and a lime green one. The yellow one had a floral pattern on it so I reached for that one. I went to the bathroom and tried it on. I looked at myself and I felt really weird wearing it. I came out and jack was smiling at me.

He handed me a pair of shoes. They were a pair of girl’s style saddle shoes, white with blue. I used to have shoes like that when I was a kid. I wondered where he got them. I put them on and walked around with them. It felt like I was a kid on a Sunday dressed for church.

“Hey big boy,” I said to him as I came out of the bathroom and he smiled at me.

“Now we need to do something with your hair,” He said.

I felt butterflies as he said that and I tensed up.

“Lets go,” he said.

“Where, out in public.” I asked and he nodded yes.

“I’m not going out there dressed like this, what if someone sees me,” I told him.

“That’s kind of the point to all of this.” He said.

He reached for my hand and I stood up from the bed and followed him out of the bedroom. We went out of our condo and into the hall as he locked the door. I went straight for the elevator button and pushed it as I wanted out of there fast. I didn’t want anyone to see me.

The elevator opened and one of our neighbors was getting out. She took a good look at me as she passed by me. I wanted to sink away at that moment. We got in the elevator and I started laughing. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. We got to the car and we drove out towards the suburbs.

“I made you a 3 o’clock appointment to get your hair done.” He said as he drove.

I remained silent. I started playing nervously with my hair and kicked my feet as I wore those saddle shoes. I felt so giddy.

We pulled into an old strip mall in an old suburb in the middle of the city. There was a sign on a shop that said ‘Haircutters’. It was one of those cheap old salons from the 70’s. He parked the car close to the shop.

“Your appointment is in there,” He told me, “They know how to do your hair so you just need to go in. Tell them your name and you are here for your appointment. Here is $15 dollars and that will cover it plus the tip.”

I was so scared looking at the place. I was nervous as hell. I looked at Jack for assurance and he looked back at me.

“You can back out of this anytime you want,” he told me.

I smiled and I kissed him on the cheek. I took the $15 and I opened the car door and walked towards the shop. I was so nervous my knees felt so weak. I could barely walk as I approached the salon and I clinched the $15 in my hand tightly. I approached the door and took a deep breath. I reached for the handle and opened the door. The shop was empty except for a woman behind the reception desk.

“Hello,” I said as I entered.

“Hi, can I help you?” the woman said.

“I um, I have an appointment, my name is Mary,” I told her.

“Oh yes of course,” she said, “I was expecting you. Come right in and take a seat over here.” She said as she walked towards the first styling station.

I walked over and sat in it. She was quick to take a cape and flip it over me wrapping it around my neck. I started to fidget sitting in that chair. She pulled my long hair out from under the cape and fastened it at the back.

She reached over for a comb and started combing my hair out. She reached for a water bottle and started wetting my hair as she combed it out with the comb. She put the water bottle down and grabbed a pair of scissors and a couple of hair clips. She sectioned my bangs off and combed them straight forward, they were so long reaching all the way down towards my chest. She clipped the rest of my hair back out of my face and neatly combed my sectioned off bangs.

I felt as she approached with the scissors and they slid across my forehead above my eyebrows. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I heard them close. Schnip, Schnip, Schnip as they slid across my forehead leaving bangs in their path.

I opened my eyes to see my new bangs framing my face across my forehead. She tilted my head sideways and started combing out another section over my right ear and right temple. I watched as she went in with the scissors and started cutting a line from me new bangs down towards my lower earlobe. She came around to my left side and sectioned off the left the same way, Cutting my hair off the same on the left side as the right.

I put my head straight up and looked at myself. I couldn’t believe this. I wanted to stop it right now but I knew I couldn’t. I looked over out the window for Jack but I couldn’t see him. She twisted my head forward again and tilted it downwards toward my chest. I felt as she started to section my hair in the back taking the length off straight across my nape. I closed my eyes as she continued cutting my hair off in the back. It took me so long to grow it out and I couldn’t believe I was doing this. But I was.

She finished the haircut off by neatly cutting my hair all one length around my head in a wedge shape from my bangs angled down towards the back and along my nape in the back. She cut in into a perfect wedge haircut just like Dorothy Hamill used to have.

She finished cutting it and started blow-drying it turning the ends under with a hairbrush. I sat there and watched as my hair mushroomed into the style as she blow-dried it. It was like I was looking at someone else.

She finished drying it and took the scissors one last time to go over the cut. When she finished she undid the cape while dusting little hairs off my neck with the neck brush. She grabbed a mirror and showed me the back. I was numb from the sight of it. I was sitting there in a little summer dress, a grown woman and looking at myself in the mirror wearing a Dorothy Hamill wedge haircut.

I got up and handed her the $15 dollars I was still clinching in my hand and walked straight out. Jack was outside standing near the car and I walked quickly straight towards him. He was smiling. I wound up and punched him so hard in the stomach and knocked the wind out of him. He bent down fast moaning in pain.

“You sick fuck, what do you think I am.” I yelled at him. “Take me home right now.” I yelled again and I jumped back in the car.

We were very quiet the entire way home. He didn’t dare say a word. I sat there fidgeting, as we got closer to our building I wanted to hide so no one would see me like this. I felt so humiliated looking like this. We pulled into the underground and parked. We walked towards the elevator and I was praying no one would see me like this but I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

Some of our neighbors were walking towards the elevator, Mr. and Mrs. Jones.

“Good afternoon,” they said to us as we approached the door and Mr. Jones held the door open for me.

I nodded and said “Yea, good afternoon”.

We got to the elevator and waited. I could feel them looking at me so I just stood there looking straight ahead avoiding eye contact. The elevator door opened and I went straight in pushing our button. ‘Almost there’ I thought

The elevator went up to the first floor and a line of people was waiting to get in, I almost freaked-out. The elevator filled up and I looked straight to the floor avoiding eye contact with anyone. I knew people were looking straight at me.

We got to our floor and I bolted straight for our unit. Jack opened the door and I went straight in. I grabbed him and through him to the floor hard and jumped on top of him ripping his shirt off and started kissing him long and hard.

I ripped his pants off and slid my dress up sliding my panties off. He was already so hard so I slid him inside of me as fast as I could.

I moaned so loud. It was like one year of pent-up sexual frustration was opened up like a floodgate and nothing in the world was going to stop us now.

We had sex right then and there on the floor in the front hallway. We finally moved to the bedroom and made love for hours.

We finally lied there beside each other in our bed completely in aw and exhausted from the last few hours with each other. It was the best sex I had in my entire life. I rolled over and cuddled with him and he started playing with my hair.

“Are you mad at me for your haircut,” he asked. 

I smiled and said “No, but I I’m going to get it fixed tomorrow.

 “We’ll see about that,” he answered. 

Thanks for reading



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