Bitchicisms

For the longest time, I've kept my hair short. It was just always easier. I didn't have to make up a fuss. It was easy to wash. And it kept me cool in this tropic country I live in.

I was determined to grow it. And then a sudden decision to cut it short after an annoying encounter with a man. Now, having been fortunately (or unfortunately) shielded from any man-ache for some time, my hair is the longest it's ever been. And I missed it so.

I forgot how sexy it felt to have hair brushing against my shoulders or my back. How good it felt to run my hands through it. How amazing it was to be fucked from behind while someone pulled it.

Of course I'm told my hair looks nice. Longer hair makes me look softer. It makes me look more sensual. And of course men love looking at it, smelling it and touching it.

I want to grow it long. Long enough so I could pull it back in a long braid that came down my back. I can't wait to have someone wrap my hair around his fist as he fucks me. I miss that.