Hair fetish Stories

My name is Vijay, and this is the story of how I discovered the pleasures of office sex. It had been a couple of months since I graduated from university and I had moved back to my parent’s house in Bangalore to prepare for the entrance exams to get into the public sector. My father was a well-connected businessman and soon found an internship for me in a department at the Ministry of Planning. Eager to get some experienc...

This chapter is from My Black Bob - a novel of trans erotic adventure. Click on my profile for a link to the rest! x I drift through Brighton, the fresh morning light clean and almost platinum in its glorious pale intensity. It’s Sunday and I have been conscious – often more than conscious, thanks to a cocktail of chemical enhancements I barely remember – for at least twenty-four hours. My underneath is a lovely combinati...

I sit in Dylan Rey’s hair salon on Tunbridge Wells High Street and stare at my new little black bob. I worried it wouldn’t suit my face, that I wouldn’t be able to manage the upkeep, and that at thirty-six I was too old. Scariest of all, if I didn’t have long hair would I look blokey – the perennial risk for a transgender woman? But it is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. A chunky, straight fringe hangs from a smal...