Tagged: Fetish

Inquisitiveness Rewarded?

Inquisitiveness Rewarded?

Inquisitiveness Rewarded? – BarbrGal

I remember the day like it was yesterday, but it was actually over 10 years ago.

At 19, I was going to community college and working in a r

Amanda

Amanda

Part 1 – The Punishment Cut

This is a story about a girl who discovers her hair fetish through a traumatic punishment haircut.

When I was growing up I went to a catholic school f

Night at the Movies

Night at the Movies

A Night at the Movies

We went and watched the movie at the ReAldo. It was an older theater in the shaky part of town. My girlfriend Cindy was with me and our friends Katie and Da

Love on the Wrong Side of Town

Love on the Wrong Side of Town

Love On The Wrong Side of Town by HeadBoy

Closing time again, and I don’t want to go home. And I sure don’t want to go home alone. Murphy’s Pub is a quaint place, a bit of a dum

B.A.L.D. – Kristen’s Gifts

B.A.L.D. – Kristen’s Gifts

when I cut Jacqui’s hair she was obviously inspired my efforts and keen to get her own hands-on experience (see Emma’s haircut). Jacqui had recently separated from her husband and

Personal Account

Personal Account

A Personal Account by Clipperone@aol.com

I always wonder where this attraction for shearing comes from. I’ve always loved hair, but had mine buzzed when I was 14, and now wonder

Master Barber

Master Barber

Copyright 1994 Cliper2@aol.com. All rights reserved. This story may be downloaded for individual personal use only. But distribution via mailing list, disk or any other form is pr

Alphabet Cuts: Emma

Alphabet Cuts: Emma

Emma was not too pleased with the cut she ended up with, and in truth it was too short to suit her. Emma’s hair was dark brown, heavy and lustrous and she always had it in a short

Clubland

Clubland

Clubland by HeadBoy

The Place was dark and dingy, just like it was supposed to be – all atmosphere and nuance, free from pretense.

The sound of a trio on stage, playing away at

Honkers

Honkers

Honkers by DeB

“God, I can’t stand her,” Lana hissed as she watched Kelli flounce over to another table that didn’t belong to her. “Tip-stealing bitch.”

“Yeah,” Sandi replied. “