Hair raising

The Keeper grabbing a handful of Bee's hair

I wouldn’t say hair is a kink for me. I do, however, have a few preferences and they differ between men and women.

I prefer men to have theirs short , sorry guys, long locks and beards are definitely out. Although I went through a phase of dating, well fucking, guys with a buzz cut, I generally find I prefer something a little longer. I like getting my fingers tangled up and guiding people to the place I want them in the moment.

With women I’m a little less fussy, long or short hair is good for me as long as I can grab a fistful I’m happy. As for colour, I don’t care what colour it is either. Women with striking coloured hair do tend to catch my eye, maybe it’s because I like to express my wilder side with brighter, unnatural hair and I see the same trait in others.

As for my hair, well I’m not a big fan of it. It’s irritatingly frizzy, wavy and totally out of control, maybe that says a little about me too! I like it red, or as red as the underlying boring brown will let me go without bleaching it first, I’m not good at high maintenance! I do go other colours every now and then, cosmic blue was my latest fad but as much as I liked it I went back to red as quickly as I could.

I just love having my hair played with, one of my favourite things is when he colours my hair for me. He runs his hands through my hair as he applies the colour before pulling it tightly, tugging it into a tight knot so I can wait for the colour to take.

The feeling of having my hair pulled, not yanked as that can aggravate my neck injury and a good handful rather than a few strands, that’s just painful in all the wrong ways. I do adore being controlled by my hair. Grab a handful and I will bend to your will, I’ll keep still whilst you nibble my neck, open my mouts so you can fuck my face or use it to drag me where you want me to be.

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