my perfect SEX hair…ooh la la!

back in grad school (mind you, i hadn’t even gotten my first kiss), i was sitting around with my galpals, watching, “while you were sleeping” and eating cakes and doing our nails (not in that particular order).

one of my friends who was a lesbian, put her finger into the little tub of nailpolish remover ( it had a cushy sponge swimming in acetone). she started to laugh, saying how that sensation was what it felt to stick her fingers up in a girl’s pussy. we all giggled and stuck our fingers in and sorta had to agree. of course, i wasn’t even familiar with proper masturbating at the time, so i nodded and giggled to play along.

then another friend asked if she could play with my hair. my favorite thing about going to a hairdresser was having my hair washed and fussed over, so i immediately agreed. as she stroked her fingers through my hair, she cried out, “dang, you have the perfect SEX hair!” i laughed, but didn’t quite understand what she meant. did i have hair that would perfectly arouse a man, if i actually could attact one?! 

i sheepishly asked, “what do you mean? i’ve never been with a guy.”

she stops and cries out, “what the fuck, how old are you?!”

“i’m 23.”

“23 and never been fucked. don’t you ever get horny?!”

“ummm, not really.”

“girl, you need to get out there and get your hair pulled soon. what i would give to have your hair!”

i’d watched sex scenes in movies, getting a tingling sensation in my pussy. the leading ladies always had amazing hair that men ran their fingers through or gently pulled on or curls that fell perfectly down the nape of their necks and backs or flew beautifully in the wind. i thought to myself, “yes, i do have long, beautiful SEX hair!”

then when i actually had sex for the first time and ever since. let’s just say, it was a whole different story. don’t get me wrong, my hair is really awesomely long and luscious, but with that said, during sex, it becomes more of a nuisance than a turn-on.

when i’m sucking on a yummy cock, my hair tends to get in the way, so i end up sucking on cock and a big mouthful of my hair or my hair gets in the way of actually looking up and seeing my lover’s pleased face.

i’m sure at first for my lovers, my luscious, long hair can make me look a bit like angelina jolie or catherine zeta jones (my hair/NOT my face—those woman are goddesses—are you kidding me?! do you think i’d be writing about my dating woes, if i actually looked like those knockouts!?! i’m more on the cute side like drew barrymore or ginnifer goodwin)… ooops!, i digress. so at first, the hair can be extremely sexy. i like to straddle my guy and toss my hair around like a stripper about to go to town on his happy stick, but after a few head twirls and peeking through the strands, hungry like a wolf-style, i begin to feel more like cousin it than gisele bundchen.

without fail, i have to reach over on my bedstand for a rubber (band) to tie back my hair, so i can look into my lover’s eyes, i can see the pleasure in his face and smile, i can actually see and enjoy all his yummy parts, licking and sucking him without gagging up a furball…you get the picture, i can get down and dirty.

don’t get me wrong, i love when my lover runs his hands through my hair or pulls on it gently when he gets excited and wants to play a little rough, but at some point of the evening, my perfect SEX hair turns into an annoying unruly pet who seems to try to cock-block me…tee hee.

so today as i was pulling out the barbie wig from the shower drain, i realized that in theory, i have the perfect SEX hair, but in practice, i’m thinking the sinead o’connor look might be more my preference….tee hee. ;p