A Cut Above……

Ok, so years ago I had wild fantasies about this gorgeous Italian male hairdresser. He might have been gay, I don’t know! But he was very sexy to me and I wanted him very badly. I used to think of all sorts of things I would do to him, and him to me.

I imagined booking his last appointment of the day so he wouldn’t need to rush onto the next client, and I used to wear low cut tops so he couldn’t help but peer down into my ample cleavage and ravish me right there at the shampoo sink. I’d think of his fingers doing an erotic scalp massage, (is that even possible!?) and then going lower, lower, lower, until he’d make my nipples hard as he rubbed my breasts through the blouse I was wearing and then of course he would sit in the haircutting chair and I would ride his magnificent cock as we watched our reflections in the multitude of mirrors that were on both sides of the wall, creating an optical illusion there were countless ones of us making love.

I’d imagine sucking his glorious cock on my knees as he sat in the chair and ran his fingers through my long hair that went half way down my back. (Ok, his hair ran half way down his back too..) I so wanted this sexy man, you have no idea, but it keeps coming to me he might have been playing for the other team so to speak. I couldn’t ask, he didn’t offer, so I just continued to throw myself at this man until he moved away nearly a year later. Such wicked, seductive thoughts I had about this man for years afterwards. Fantasizing about him and how much I wanted to touch every inch of him and bring him to heights of pleasure he’d never known before……

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