How my Hair Fetish Evolved in a Decade

 

Introduction:

When I started this page, my first post was on how I developed my hair fetish in a nutshell. But now in this post, I am going to tell how it has evolved in the past one decade in detail mentioning every year in specific.

2010:

One fine day, I had this weird thought on how it would be if a long hair if cut, and after school, I opened the computer and searched for a haircut video in YouTube and watched it. I kind of liked it, and watched another one. I watched frequently when no one’s home. But most of it were tutorial videos or just normal haircuts at salons. Slowly I realised that I wanted to watch dramatic ones, so I used the keywords like Movie haircut, forced haircuts and so on and I enjoyed that a lot more than the other. And so, I kept watching them when no one’s home and I didn’t know what exactly I was feeling.

2011:

I still continued to watch haircut videos but not frequently as before. Because I want to experience it in real and so I stepped out to get some hair. I made an attempt to touch and feel the hair of the ones that interested me. I was stunned when I came across really long hair. At school, I used to eye on certain teachers’ hair and try to touch and feel it on certain occasions. I carried a small pair of scissors at school and I even attempted to snip some hair of teachers in strands and not as a whole. I was so eccentric in this hair fantasy especially in school that my actions can nearly put me in trouble. I was almost caught because of a lady in my neighbourhood who understood my craze for her hair as I used to pass by her and feel her hair. And when I did it again, she quickly turned to the other side when I was about to feel her hair. So I am very cautious when I see her otherwise it can put me in trouble.

2012:

I kept watching haircut videos in secret and discovered the option of clear history which I have to use after I am done with my searches of videos and pictures of hair cuts from movies, tv shows and even haircuts of actresses. This is even I developed an interest for woman headshave after watching a video while looking for a haircut video. Outside, I didn’t stop the act of touching and feeling the hair whenever possible and even with the known ones. At school, I used to touch and feel a teacher’s hair while passing by and I kind of enjoy it. During class parties and other functions, I carry scissors with me under the pretext of cutting posters to stick them while it was in real to cut the teacher’s hair. I found that even a chewing gum can result in a haircut and that was from a serial I realised the same. And so I used to carry chewing gum during parties, picnic and open houses at school to stick on the teacher’s hair.

2013:

This is the time when I slowly switched to watching hot videos along with haircut and headshave. Not too much hot but only minimal stripping videos max till bra and panty because I felt weird on seeing nude. Even while seeing them, the first thing I notice in woman is her hair. I have seen videos of actresses being forced upon, I always notice their hair most of them being long. I was also eyeing on actresses with long hair then, checking out their hot videos and try fantasising it. Real might not be possible so I try doing it in dreams especially with the hair. I realised that while sleeping, I get up to wetting the pants, and I thought I was peeing while sleeping and so was conscious about it. But then it happened again and i got up at night to clean it off, it was sticky and I swear I didn’t know what it was then. I didn’t know anything about it then. Even if I wanted to do things in dreams, I didn’t want to get wet pants because of the same.

2014:

This was the breakthrough year for me in terms of my craze for hair. The time I had a Cut List featuring actresses from Bollywood and South to even TV actresses. Diana Penty was one reason why I started the list. After seeing her long hair in Tresemme ad, I was mesmerised and so I made my Cut List. I also started watching a lot of hair ads featuring actresses from Aishwarya Rai in Loreal Paris to Parachute Advansed and so on.

Once when Aishwarya came in my dream for the first time, my intention was to touch and feel her hair as in the ads I enjoyed but I ended up kissing her. It was unintentional but I enjoyed it and it has become an ardent desire to kiss her. I also looked for serial episodes featuring haircuts, or shave of any and while seeing someone with long hair, I always wonder when will someone get hold of it and cut it all off. I also joined Facebook to share all my whims and fantasies, but then I connected with many others who had the same craze as I did.

2015:

This was the time I realised what I had in fact. I understood it is called a fetish which I found out while looking for a video in a site called haironfilm.net in a caption. I found more about it in detail and understood that I am not the only one having this fetish. I found it through the ones in Facebook.

While looking for haircut and shave videos, I came across stories which shows about the fetish and how they fulfil them and it isn’t haircut alone. It also has hair play, hairjob, hair shave and so on. The stories on net did have a sexual element and that’s when I realised how it is done. But I didn’t like that much of using the down though mine becomes hard and gets wet. I preferred haircut and shave more than anything. Even if I want to do hairjob, it would be Anu Joseph’s as she has big hair and I have done hairjob in a dream. The stories on net gave me the drive to start a page and write stories but I have to wait till my schooling gets over.

2016:

This was another breakthrough period of my fetish. Because this is the time I started the page and wrote stories. The time I connected with a lot of actresses with long hair on facebook live and other social media platforms asking about cutting their long hair which was fun in provoking them. This was also the time I tried in reaching out for victims in social media most of them fake and still foolish of me to go after them.

I started college and because students were open enough, I took the baby steps in satisfying my fetish. That is, touching and pulling my classmates hair on the pretext of friendship when in real it was to satisfy. I came across many long haired girls in college and most of them with boys and I can’t approach them randomly.

Even at the time of college, I continued to satisfy my fetish my writing stories, watching videos of haircuts shave and even commercials and also little naughty stuff, not too naughty though.

My Cut List has increased rapidly with new comers and a lot others and I always crave for their hair. The haircuts in serials haven’t been appealing as the cutting was very fake. And so I stopped watching them. This was the time I realised that not every actresses in serial had long hair but were using extensions and the same is applied in the actresses as well. The highlight of the year is that Charmme Kaur chopped her long hair which was a treat to all fetishers for sure.

This was the year Ae Dil hai Mushkil released and I was mesmerised by the gorgeous and sexy Aishwarya Rai in the film as I desire to kiss her grew badly. And that is why she will always remain my profile picture.

2017:

I was slowly getting exposed to more naughtier stuff. The list started reducing as all the tv actresses were eliminated. Even my favourite Diana Penty and Jacqueline Fernandez have reduced their hair length. Watching haircuts in serials weren’t fun anymore as it looked unreal. I was still trying my luck in real. I looked for hair fetish videos in porn sites as well, but most of it featured long hair and so on. It felt weird on seeing blowjobs and f**king and pulling her hair. This was the time when Malaika Arora caught my attention, she looked yummy and her hair was also good enough and long. The thought of pulling the long hair while f**king came in my mind on seeing Malla and so I would like to f**k her like that and that is when I wrote about her.

Every thought and feeling upgraded to something more and that happened because of an actress. If I wanted to do hairjob, it would be on Anu Joseph’s hair. If I wanted to kiss someone, the first one would be Aishwarya. If I wanted to f**k someone, the first one would be Malaika.

2018:

The hunt for real victims continued and the number of stories too reduced because I was least motivated even I had many ideas. This was the time I realised I was more into older woman and that’s why Milfs like Aishwarya, Malaika and Tabu attracted me more than the young ones. The major highlight of the year was Sonali Bendre’s haircut. It was definitely a treat to all fetishers and I enjoyed the video. But when I saw her previous pics with long hair, I was heartbroken. I regret for not paying attention to it. After cutting her hair I realised that I loved it, but it’s gone and now I am waiting for her to grow long so I can cut it but it will take some time. Ironically in my Cut List, not everyone has tempting long hair and I am waiting for them to grow long.

2019:

This was the time it has reached the extreme and everything has become a boring routine.

I found that older women and more obsessed with growing their hair long than the young ones. Actress Karisma Kapoor has been included in my Cut List recently because of her long hair which she never had in her early years. And so in my Bollywood fantasy List consists of:

Aishwarya Rai

Malaika Arora

Tabu

Sonali Bendre

Raveena Tandon

Karisma Kapoor

Because I am more into older woman, I began watching videos of mom and son and liked that a lot and longing to get a hot mom. While watching a video, it was unconscious but I began to rub my down and cummed quite a lot. This was when I realised what others were saying about masturbation. To be honest, this was the year where I masturbated consciously and so it has become a possible routine but after cumming, I feel I shouldn’t have done because I have to clear up after that.

After college, I was doing internship and the place i shifted to for the same didn’t have wifi and so access to self satisfaction was limited. But what i used to do was jerk on a particular porn video which i downloaded or on pictures of Malaika Arora which became a pretty boring exercise. I think because I have jerked a lot on Malla, I get a boner on seeing any post of her that she distracts me at workplace. Once I tried to watch a haircut video, and my hand went straight down. Even if it is Aishwarya Rai’s hot pic or video or any long hair play, I jerk on it. After doing, you feel you shouldn’t have done.

I developed a fantasy where I want a child to watch me cut his mother’s hair. I see a lot of long hair moms out with their child and always imagine of getting their hair and doing something with them in front of their child.

The fantasies are strong, but nothing really is happening to be honest and that is the time you almost give up. But what gives you hope is when you see the ones you has been in your cut list on tv flaunting their hair or any hair ads and so on.

Conclusion:

A lot has happened in the past one decade in terms of fetish. Am I satisfied with all that has happened? Not completely. It isn’t as fun as it used to be before. No one wants to chat and share things. They talk only when there’s a need. I am not sad about that either. Even if I have many ideas for stories, I don’t think it will happen as well. Jerking on to videos and pics isn’t really fun and it becomes a boring routine. I try fulfilling any of it in dreams be it a haircut or fun, but it has been long since I had wet dreams.

So what I am looking forward to another year; another decade? I hope a lot of things happen and also get to cut someone’s hair in real. I don’t want to carry my fetish for long and I will only stop it once I am completely satisfied.

Good luck with you all as well and let us all look forward to an extraordinary hair fetish decade.

The Only Chance

I don’t know whether I will be able to survive this as I am like between the devil and the deep sea. But what could I’ve done. She is also at fault. Both of us are locked inside and I don’t know what to do. Both of us are ruined.

What exactly am I talking about? I will tell you everything in detail.

So friends, my name is Ashwin, aged 19. I have a haircut fetish and I do have a desire to cut women's hair but never got the opportunity. I come across many in my neighbourhood in schools, etc. and I eye their hair but don’t have the guts to fulfill my dream.

This fetish thing happened when I was 12 years old. I used to eye on woman’s hair watch hair cutting videos but never try the same in real life. I would really like to do that but how to make that happen, I have no idea. There are also certain woman whose hair I really desire to cut. A friend of mine, some of my teachers at school, some woman in the neighbourhood and so on.

By 14 or 15, my fetish grew badly and I even managed to take risks at cutting hair secretly. I used to touch and feel by chance, the hair of woman, the ones I desire to cut. There was a woman in our neighbourhood in her late 20’s. Her name is Radhika and I must tell, she really has beautiful long hair till her waist. Waist might not be long for you, but this looks really long. I noticed her hair when my fetish had began, at that time I just admired from a distance because I wasn’t too much into fetish.

Two years after I see her, I really want to cut her hair. So I try to touch and feel it whenever I get to pass by her by chance. Once when I tried, it felt so soft. But how will I cut her hair? Attack her with a pair of scissors? Or break into her house as a thief and cut? She’s married and has two kids, both below 10 years. I never got to talk to her but she knows me as we were part of neighbourhood I had talked to her husband such a soft-spoken guy, but I can’t ask him if I can cut his wife’s hair, or the kids if I can cut their mother’s hair.

There was some function in our colony and being part of it, all of us gathered. Radhika was also there in open hair ready to be touched by my hands and to be snipped with my scissors. Now I wanted to feel that hair, she was standing with someone, talking and holding a drink. I walked towards slowly without getting noticed by her and passed by her feeling her long hair. Wow! It was wonderful.

I wanted more! I turned to make my second move. I walked towards her slowly. She looked at me but I kept walking at a slow pace, acting as if nothing happened. And even before I could touch her hair, she quickly turned to the other side.

Shit! Why did she turn the side when I was about to feel it? I decided to make one more attempt. I took a glass of sprite from the drinks counter and acted as if to pass by her. The woman who she was talking to, and left and she was there alone with no obstacles around. I walked towards slowly without looking at her so that I can pass behind her and feel her hair, holding my drink and when I was close to feel her hair, she turned the other side quickly. I walked a little away from her and turned to her. She was looking at me.

Fuck! Then I realised that she has understood my craze now I can’t even stand near her or else I will be in trouble. Because my father is also a coordinator among all in our neighbourhood and if things go wrong I am doomed. I can only watch her hair from a distance and I crave for it badly but I am helpless.

For three years, I had to go through this. Forget touching, I can’t even come near her. I purposely act as if I am scared of her and I walk away and she just looks at me plainly.

I watch haircut videos and satisfy somehow also read stories but to eye on someone in the neighbourhood has become difficult thanks to Radhika.

After my schooling, I went to a different city for my college and didn’t go home for like two years and I was happy with my new life.

During one of the holidays, my family was determined to bring me home and so I decided to go home for two weeks, that too after two years.

The day I landed home was the day we had a function outside our neighbourhood and we had to go for that even if I didn’t want to. I don’t remember what the event was but it was in a big house which was taken for rent for the party. It was a big hall with tables all around and a small stage in the centre. It was like a grand party. There were also some rooms for others to fit in and not be too exposed. The party was grand and all were having a good time, even our neighbours and the people in our community were also there. I felt good because I can eat a lot the day I landed. Many others talked to me asking about my college life and all that and suddenly I got sight of Radhika. You know who I am talking about right? I am seeing her after two years and I never thought of her in those two years. How does it feel after seeing her (hair especially) ? I don’t know. I saw her from a distance talking to someone. Her side profile was visible to me. She was in saree and open hair and so I could see her hair length properly. It was reached her hips. Well all I could do is, watch from a distance and avoid landing in front of her.

Well, I focused on the party and not on her. I went to the drinks counter to get some Sprite and at that time, Radhika also came to get something for herself. She was right next to me but I ignored her. At that time, I could feel her hair and I liked it. But then, I took my drink and walked as I saw her looking at me. I really have to stay away from her, and she still thinks I am mad about her hair, well I actually am but I don’t show it.

At lunch, I had to share table with Radhika’s husband and at that time she wasn’t there. He is such a soft-spoken guy and we began talking while having lunch. Radhika came after sometime with her food and sat next to her husband looking at me. I didn’t look at her and focussed on my lunch. Radhika’s husband was talking to me while she quietly had her lunch till she got company as a lady sat next to her.

I walked away after lunch and didn’t know what to do. The music was playing loud, kids are running around. Most of the guests are in the hall and so I thought of going to the room and take rest for some time, away from people and music. The room was like any other room in a home, it had a balcony, a bathroom attached, and plenty of gifts in the bed. Luckily, there weren’t people in that room or any nearby for disturbance.

I went to the bathroom because I had drunk a lot and didn’t want to pee in pants while resting. And while washing my hands, I saw a pair of scissors in a holder next to the sink. There were also toothbrush comb and all that. But scissors would only catch my attention among all.

But the sad part is, I can’t use those scissors even if I wanted to. Radhika is the main reason, and because of her, I can’t even try anyone else as she would know it’s me. So what can you do Ashwin? Just leave the bathroom quickly and rest for sometime. I said that to myself and I opened the bathroom door to get out.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw a woman standing before the mirror and setting her saree right but she didn’t see me. After putting the saree’s end to her shoulder, she began brushing her hair with a comb. The hair was long and soft and I would definitely fall for it.

But then she turned to me, and I got the shock of my life. It was Radhika. Why? Why? Why? Can’t I live in peace. Even she looked shocked on seeing me and she must’ve thought that I was hiding to check her out when I wasn’t but that is not going to convince her either.

R: What the hell are you doing here?

Me: I was in the washroom. I just…

Slap! I got one even before I could finish my sentence. I was angry but I should be calm before things go out of control.

Me: Please, I can explain.

R: What’s your intention Mister? Since the beginning, you are after me. Every time, even today. At the bar, next to my husband, and now here.

Me: You are mistaken. I swear I didn’t see you here. I just went to the washroom.

R: I will put an end to your nonsense.

(She turned to leave the room but I held her hand pleading her. )

R: Leave my hand. I will tell my husband about you and you will face the consequences.

I was in terror as she is going to ruin my life with this misunderstanding of hers. Radhika rushed towards the door to get out but I grabbed her by the hair to stop her, as that was the only thing I could reach out to and flung her inside. She fell on the bed and I stood near the door.

Me: Radhika, please listen to me.

R: You devil, you won’t be spared.

She got up and charged towards the exit, but I pulled her back inside even she could peep outside. I closed the door and pinned her against the door. She started shouting but I covered her mouth with one hand, and I locked the door with the other. She tried to scream but I had covered it tightly so her voice won’t reach outside. She tried freeing herself but I held her tightly so she doesn’t create a ruckus with my life.

I tried to convince her to not make any noise. I begged her literally as there was no other way out or else I am doomed. She stopped making noise and started breathing as I removed my hand from her mouth. But my hands were holding her without me realising. She was a few inches shorter than me but I don’t need to bend my head. I looked at her as she is relieving from what had happened. I could also feel her hair as I took a chance. She then looked at me,

R: You are not going to get my hair.

Me: I don’t want your hair. Just leave me alone.

R: You leave me alone.

Me: Ssshhhh! Please.

My hands reached her shoulders slowly and I could feel her hair. I could sense her breathing which felt different. My right hand on her shoulder slowly slipped towards her arm pulling her saree down. I could see shock in her eyes when I did that. I could also see her amazing figure. She didn’t react to my surprise.

R: Now what are you going to do?

Me: First you tell me.

I moved closer to her, like really close. I placed my hands on her shoulders feeling the bare parts and then the hands moved towards the neck as my fingers could feel her hair. I placed my hands there just to feel her hair. She pushed  my hands away and walked forward.

R: I won’t give you my hair.

I then grabbed her by the hand pulling her towards me and holding her by the waist close to her ass.

Me: What will you give me then?

R: Nothing.

Me: You have to give me something.

R: (showing her hand) A nice slap with this hand. You want that?

She walked towards the door and out of impulse I pulled out her saree completely and threw it away. She looked shocked so was I but I couldn’t help seeing her wonderful figure which she is trying to cover at present. Her hair was in the front.

R: (Shocked) What are you doing?

Me: Aren’t you going to ruin my life?

R: What?

Me: Go and tell your husband what I did to you. Or what I am going to do.

I walked towards her as she walked backwards in fright. At once, I grabbed her and hugged her tightly kissing her neck exactly where her hair is. Radhika tried to free herself but I held her as tight as possible. I expected her to scream but she didn’t.

R: What are you doing? Leave me.

I let her go the moment she asked me to leave her. But that’s not the end. I twirled her around and begun hugging her from behind feeling her bareback. I could also feel her hair which is right in front. When my one hand was holding her, the other hand was trying to remove the string of her blouse and it happened. I let go off her again and tried to remove the hook of her blouse.

With great difficulty, I managed to undo the hooks of her blouse and then there is her bra strap of pink colour. I undid the hook of the bra and then began kissing her bareback holding her tightly from behind with one hand and the other hand was sliding all over the back moving the folds of the blouse aside.

Radhika was relenting to all that is happening to her when I expected her to resist and scream. She showed little kind of resistance or nothing at all.

I led her towards the mirror holding her shoulders and showing our reflection. Her hair was in the front, her figure was clearly visible.

I put my hands around her feeling her navel and kissing her neck. I could also feel her hair and saw her closing her eyes and enjoying it maybe. My hands slowly raised to touch her boobs and the moment it reached closer, I started pressing them and she moaned in pain. I pressed it as hard as I can as she moaned in pain, with her eyes closed.

Me: Radhika

She responded with a moan and I twirled her around making her face me, her hands were on my shoulders. Both my hands were touching her bareback and I pulled her towards me and started kissing her. It was a bad one, I meant we were kissing very badly that she almost bit my lips.

I pushed her aside and slapped her for biting my lips. She hit back in return and I seized her face in fury. She has become a mess thanks to me and I will make her even messier.

Me: See what I do to you?

R: What are you going…?

Even before she could finish speaking, I lifted her up and placed her on the table next to the dressing table, slightly higher and then placed her legs on the table.

I pulled up her skirt completely revealing her sexy legs and then my hand went beneath the skirt for treasure. I could feel her panty and so I pulled it down removing it from her legs. She looked stunned when she saw me holding her pink panty and threw it.

I spread her legs and then unzipped my pants for a session.

R: What are you going to do?

I pulled her towards me her legs clinged around my waist , and then holding her, I started banging her. I fucked her like real hard that she started moaning in pain when my cock entered her pussy. I was also pulling her hair that at that time and doing it. She was enjoying, I was enjoying and I can’t believe that I did it.

R: (Moaning) Akash!

Me: What?

I was still fucking her badly and she was asking me to stop it I guess. But even after all these years, she never bothered to even remember my name.

R: Akash.

Me: You don’t even know my name.

R: What’s in a name?

Me: Really?

I held her hair and fucked her hard and she moaned in pain, I also got the opportunity to feel her hair. I can’t believe what is happening currently. There is a party happening out there, and I am here fucking Radhika which I never thought would happen, because I only wanted her hair, not her.

Radhika placed her hands on my shoulders tightly as she was in pain while I was still banging her badly. After a hardcore session, I withdrew from her and put on the pants. She was panting after the session, and she looked like a slut. Her skirt was up to her knees and I could see her bare legs and her blouse was almost off so I could see her bare shoulders.

I went to the washroom to wash my face and when I looked at the mirror after washing, my eyes caught sight of the scissors and I suddenly thought of something.

Yes, the Evil Me is planning something. I took the scissors from the holder and kept it in my pocket. I came out of the washroom, to see Radhika dressing up as she has become a mess. She was trying to put up the hooks of both her bra and her blouse. Well, I came at the right time and put it for her. Her hair was in the front so I took it and placed in the back spreading it across.

R: Now I need to wear the saree.

Me: Don’t forget to wear your panty.

I took her panty from the floor and gave it to her. She snatched it as I went to the bed and laid from some time as I was tired. I was watching her dress up. She was presently draping the saree. I thought she would ask me to help her but she didn’t.

Me: Can I help you?

R: It’s okay. I am almost done.

Me: Let me help you Radhika.

R: You have helped me enough. Thank you…

Me: Haven’t you done this before?

R: I never had such an amazing session even with my husband.

Me: That’s sad.

R: But you have satisfied me enough. That too at this point of time, anyone can come in now.

Me: Nobody’s going to come in now. (Getting up from the bed) Radhika, I have satisfied you. Now you satisfy me.

R: (Putting the saree on the shoulder) Why? Aren’t you satisfied?

Me: Not yet.

I was walking towards her slowly and she remained there, well she isn’t scared of me anymore, why should she?

R: What is it Akash? Or whatever your name is.

I was in front of her and then lifted her hair portion tossing it a bit.

Me: Radhika, you’ve got really nice hair.

R: Thanks.

Me: The first thing that attracted me was your hair. And I was craving for it badly. Never thought of having you here and banging you like hell. You have been satisfied but I am not satisfied.

R: What do you mean?

I took out the pair of scissors from my pocket and raised in the hair and I could see the shock in her eyes.

Me: Don’t worry Radhika, I will take care of your hair.

R: No, you are not doing this.

She walked backwards while I was walking towards her with the scissors. She quickly turned to the door to unlock it. But I pulled her hand from the door and flung her to the other side.

R: Don’t you dare touch my hair.

Me: I won’t. I will only cut it all off.

R: You won’t cut my hair. Or else you will be in trouble.

Me: Ah trouble? Then it won’t be me alone but the both of us. What are you going to say? That I tried to molest you or something? I will also have something to tell. That it was you who forced me upon you and I had no choice. Then what will happen? You will be a bad wife to your husband, a bad mother to your kids. You are ruined! So will 1?

On hearing this, Radhika’s face almost turned red. She placed her hands on her head in feeling of helplessness.

R: Oh no! What I have done?

Me: Let me cut your hair Radhika, and then nothing will happen outside this room, it will stay safe. I promise you.

R: You can’t cut my hair. We are in a party, if they see me with short hair, what will I tell them?

Me: That I have cut your hair.

R: Are you mad or what? Listen, whatever has happened, has happened. Let the party get over, and on a day both my husband and kids aren’t home, I will call you and you can cut my hair. What do you say?

Me: I don’t trust you. After this, you would never call me to your house, and if I try visiting you, you would complain and that’s the end of me. It’s either both of us or none. Think about it.

R: Please let me go.

Me: I won’t let go off this chance. Because this is the only chance I have. And if I don’t make use of it, I would never get it.

Suddenly, Radhika’s phone rang. It was on the dressing table and I rushed to check who it was. It was her husband and I showed her. It was also getting late and people are leaving. I left the phone in silent and placed it back.

I then turned to her and she is almost in tears. But I paid no heed to it and took the stool from under the table placing it in the centre.

Me: The sooner you do, the sooner you go home.

Radhika walked towards the stool in slow pace but I couldn’t wait longer as I grabbed her arm and sat her on the stool. I walked behind her and looked at us through the mirror. I lifted a portion of hair feeling its softness.

Me: You’ve really got nice hair. Don’t worry, it will grow soon. I am cutting it for the first and the last time, and once your hair’s grown long, never cut it.

She started crying as I lifted a portion of her hair up in the hair and cut it at the crown level. Wow! I can’t believe that I cut a woman’s hair, especially someone whose hair I have been longing for like two years. I dropped the hair on the floor as Radhika burst into tears on seeing her hair on the floor. I took another portion upwards and snipped it dropping it right in front of her.

She was watching the shocking thing of her life in the mirror because I wanted her to see it and experience it. She was crying badly but I continued cutting all her hair possible. And within few moments, all her hair is on the floow and Radhika could barely feel the hair on her head.

She looked at the mirror shockingly and broke down badly but I was happy that I achieved what I wanted to have, that too by risking my life. I went to the washroom to keep the scissors back. The moment I came out, there was a knock on the door. Oh fuck! What is happening? Radhika stopped crying and looked at the door then turned to me shockingly.

R: See, what you have done?

I ran to the door, to check the sound and I could hear Radhika’s husband calling her out. Oh shit! What to do now? I signalled her to keep quiet as I was looking for a way out of the room. But I couldn’t find any, I check the bathroom but no.

R: We are ruined. All because of you.

Yes, she is right, what is even wrong with me? The session was even more convenient right? Why did I have to cut her hair? Or why I did take so much time that it ended up people knocking at the door. No way-out every routes have been blocked, both of us have been ruined.

I then heard someone saying ‘Let’s break open the door.’ as there was no response to which I almost got a heart attack. Radhika is also terrified as she checks her phone and saw 10 missed calls, but she didn’t hear as I put it in silent.

R:What do we do now?

The moment she turned to the door, it was opened. Radhika got the shock of her life. She felt it was the end. Her husband was there, other guests were also there.

Hus: Radhika, what happened?

She turned to find me missing and was stunned. She turned to her husband who also looked shocked on seeing her hair cut.

R: I am okay dear.

Hus: (touching her messed up hair) What happened to your hair? Who did this?

R: I...cut them dear. Something...was itching my head so badly, that is why I came to the room to get rid of it. I wasn’t able to do it, so I found scissors in the bathroom and then cut it all off.

Hus: Are you mad or what? Why would you do that?

R: (Comforting him) It’s okay dear. Let’s go home. I am tired.

Hus: (Sadly) Radhika.

Radhika holds her husband’s hand and leave the room, her kids weren’t there to see the mess I have made on her. The other people there didn’t react much and they just slowly left. Even they were also shocked to see Radhika has cut off all her long hair. The one who has organised the party got some staff to clean up the mess, that is the hair on the floor.

So where am I exactly? There was a window on the top which I noticed lately, and there was also a curtain hiding the window so I sneaked into it quickly, before the door opened. The window isn’t visible to anyone as it was near the bathroom. Well Radhika has managed to escape, now what about me? I jumped through the window, not a big leap but just climbing down slowly. Luckily, I got down at the back side of the place, or else I would’ve been caught red-handed.

I slowly walked towards the front side and the guests were leaving. My family was also waiting for me, as they knew that I might have gone out for a walk or something and my father scolded me for not informing him, but otherwise it was all fine. They walked towards the parking lot and I was about to leave when I saw Radhika and her family also leaving. She saw me and looked at me in disgust. Her husband went to get the car and she was left with her kids.

Kid: Mom, Why did you cut your hair?

I liked it when her son asked about her hair. The other one is naive and isn’t aware of what happened. I walked towards her and she looked little worried. Fortunately for me, her kids just ran around distancing themselves from us, which is what I wanted. I don’t want the little kids to know that I cut their mother’s hair and had fun with her.

R: What are you doing here? How did you escape?

Me: Why are you angry? You should thank me, that I didn’t put you in trouble.

R: You’ve managed to escape putting me in trouble.

Me: If I had stayed back, then both of us would’ve been in trouble.

R: Alright, now leave. I don’t want to see you ever again.

Me: Thank you Radhika. Thank you for satisfying me, thank you for your hair.

R: And thank you for ruining my life.

Me: (Raising my hand) No Radhika,

R: (Firmly) Don’t touch me.

Me: (Moving a step back) I won’t. But I will miss you. And your long hair. I wish I could take the hair from the room.

R: Please leave before my husband comes and my kids see.

Me: Okay then, take care Radhika.

I left that very moment before her kids came running to her and her husband came with the car. I left for home thinking of all that had happened. I was happy, because I never thought I would have her hair cut and some fun with her. Satisfied!

Radhika has trimmed her hair at a salon because of the uneven cut I did and she looks nice in boycut. Her husband was upset because of the short hair. Her children cried because they loved their mother’s long hair which is no more. But it will grow and once it grows, they will be happy.

In those remaining days, I used to see her and smile at her look whereas she gives me the plain look. Well I am happy with all that happened. Waiting for my next hunt. Who will it be?

A Newly Shifted Neighbour

It was a summer time and one of the neighbours has shifted to the other area in town the flat was empty for almost a week .After that some people use to come and inquire for rent and for sale, many times the new owner told that need to give flat on rent after few days a new family came in that flat as a tenant it was a couple they took 3 days to shift their all things they had hired some logistic company. That day In the stairs I meet a new women she might be 30-35 in age approximately while walking faster I dash on her vegetable bag and all vegetable felt down I said sorry and started picking up all vegetables from ground and started filling in her bag I apologized her for mistake she said ok no problem it was just a mismatch of timing ,I smiled at her and I went away to ask were u stay I just return back and I saw the long thick braid below her bums and I was shock to see such long and thick hair in my building. She went away and I was thinking all about her long hair.
Then a doorbell rang ting tong I went and I open the door the same lady was standing I said u ya she said I am u r neighbour we just shifted 2-3 days before I was so happy to hear that , she said that her mixer is not working and want to grind some spices for the launch so I welcomed her home and told to use our grinder she smiled and started doing her work I was just standing behind her and was staring at her long thick braid and was thinking to touch and feel her long braid she look at me and said what r u doing at back I said nothing just looking at u r long beautiful hair I like long hair and long hair women’s hmm she said nice I love to keep long hair from my childhood I also took the chance and started chatting about the hair, slowly and steadily I started talking about the haircutting she got excited she said where do u get u r haircut I said at saloon she ask me which I said in men’s  saloon she said nice, I started talking about my haircutting experience I told that I have secret haircutting fetish 4-5 women’s in our building get their haircut from me as I gave them the haircut with pleasure which they love to have.
I said I need something from you she said what u want I look at her and said I want to cut u r hair short to a bob with neck clean shaved , she said what she gave me strange look and first started talking about her hair and how she has maintain it so long and thick  so I showed my experience picks which I have taken while cutting other women’s hair she said omg it’s so sexy  ya u will enjoy a lot ,she sat down and started thinking about it after some time she said that I need to ask my hubby as he will not allow me to cut my hair so short as we are from a traditional family and my mother in law will kill me for such  a short hair ,so I told her make so tricks if u want me to have fun with you she said ok and left my home, after some 4-5 days she came to my home when I was alone in afternoon time i welcomed her and she said that I got one trick she said that her birthday is coming next week and as birthday gift she will take permission from her husband for haircut hmm nice I said and let me see u r hair length I took her long braid in my hand and started to open it and after opening completely hair was below her bums ,I  started appreciating her for such a long and thick hair she felt so shy and started smiling , after that I started playing with her long hair and in between my hands went near her boobs and I touch it she said ash go ahead press them I started pressing her big boobs for some time after that I stopped and said will do the rest on when I will cut u r hair she said naughty boy waiting for you and went away. After a week her birthday came I wish her in the morning when she came out to take milk, I said special day for you she smiled and said for you to I also gave the smile and went in my flat. At afternoon my doorbell rang I open the door.
She was standing in front of me with a plate of sweets in her hand in red dress she was looking damn hot in that red dress, i welcomed her and took her in , she gave me sweets of her birthday and told that she has got permission from his hubby to cut her hair short. I got excited and just hugged her she said control control I am all yours now I told her to get undress and come in bedroom by that time I, made all arrangement for the haircutting and she came in bedroom only on her panties I was shock to see her actual figure and her big bobs and her long thick braid hanging at her back I told her to sit on the stool which was in the center of the room and then I tied a white cloth around her neck and removed the long braid out of it .Now she was waiting for the cut I open her long braid and started combing her hair from top to bottom she was enjoying it , I combed her hair for 10-12 mins after that I took a long rubber band and gathered all her hair I started tying a long thick pony tail and tied the band little lower as she wanted a bob and I told he “Be ready as u r long hair is going to chop off now “ her heart beat increase and I took the scissor which was kept in front of her, she said that do it slowly as she is cutting her hair so short for first time in her life, I replied do not worry I will manage all , I inserted the scissor in her thick pony tail and started cutting snip snip snip snip snip snip snip……………….and lots of snips and her pony tail was chop away from her long hair, she said ohh and I showed her the long thick pony and some tears roll down her eyes and she was smiling a lot and said that I wanted to cut my hair but waiting for my hubby permission then , I started spraying water on her hair and combing them from front to back I made partition of her hair and started giving shape to her hair many snips and cuts where done and after that she was having a perfect short bob , but still the cut was not completed I said wait and I bought clipper and put on her neck and started it she was enjoying the clipper movement on her neck after some time her neck was also clean but when I touch it was feeling like a sand paper so I applied foam on her neck she said ohh its too cold ,I said just 5 min dear and it will be done, I took a straight razor and started shaving her neck within 7-8 strokes her neck was smooth as silk.
I said that touch u r neck now she said it’s so smooth and I loved it , its feels so light after cutting such long hair I open her caped and told her took look in the mirror and she said ahh my hair are so short I said ya just see properly now u look so sexy and hot with short bob haircut she just ran her fingers through her hair and said wow it’s so easy to manage and mean while  I saw her arms pits they were not shaved , I ask her hey  u r armpits are not shaved she said ya I not got time to do so ,I said come here and raise u r hand  I applied foam to her underarms and shaved it smooth same with the other hand she was so please to get such smooth shaved armpits.  I told her to wipe all her hair felt on her body she did It in just few second then I took her in bed and we enjoyed a lot that afternoon ,After some time as it started becoming dark we stopped I gathered all my tools and she clean the bedroom and we both took a bath and got dressed she wore her red dress back and took the plate and she kissed me and said that I was being in heaven with u this afternoon she gave me a big smile and she went away, after 2-3hours her husband came and invited me and my family at his wife birthday. I went with my family and she was standing beside the cake and was wearing a knee length skirt and a top and was looking so beautiful in her short bob, the cake cutting happen and after that me and my family went to give her a gift and my mom ask hey u were having so long hair she said ya I just got cut today evening as it was making me fill like old fashion so I got this new haircut she saw at me and smiled then we all members had fun and dance over there and we went away ,next day morning we again meet in the corridor to take the milk and she came near me and said that my hubby loved my haircut so much that he ****** me all night and we had so fun she again gave me the smile and went in her flat.
And we become friends and there after she use to call me at her place for cutting her sisters ,friends hair I also enjoyed a lot by cutting their hair and she also use to get regular trim from me to keep her hair maintain short and these way we continued further.

Teacher's Pet - Is that You?

My name is Vivek and I am from Kerala. I am a haircut fetish and I desire to cut ladies’ long hair. I’ve come across many in my neighbourhood and in school, but it’s not that easy to get to their hair. Now I would like to tell you about my experience that happened in school.

There was an English teacher in our school whose name was Dhanya. She is really attractive and boys try to woo her or get to her because she is sexy for them. It’s true that she’s well structured, good-looking and the best part is her jet-black hair which I am craving for.

She joined the school when I was in 8th but she wasn’t teaching me at that time and her hair was only mid-back which wasn’t that attractive. She got to teach me when I was in 10th and I noticed her hair which has grown to her waist. My interest for her hair developed slowly.

Since English was my favourite subject, I used to excel in it and she is happy with my performance and I became her favourite throughout the school years. She taught us English till 12th lucky for me. As years passed, her hair has also grown super long which is up to her hips at present. She mainly put her hair in a braid. I get to feel it every time I am with her. The boys are after her and I am only after her hair. They try to flirt with her every way possible. She is an expert in dealing with these kinds of situations and the boys wouldn’t dare to approach her for anything.

She is really intelligent and witty and likes me a lot because I excel in English a lot. Because of that, she helped me a lot in exceling in other subjects as well. I used to touch her hair at numerous occasions and I wanted to cut it. I was waiting for the right opportunity to fulfil my dream. The school years were only an opportunity for me to touch and feel her hair but not to get her hair cut. I thought of going to her home for asking doubt and make my move slowly but I have no idea of her address and contact details.

Since I am good at English, I don’t need tuition or anything else but I want Dhanya Ma’am’s long hair. What should I do about it? How will I get it?

My board exams are nearing and I have to concentrate on it more and not think of her hair at all. At least for a month. I couldn’t see her in that one month as she was also busy with the preparations of the examination work and all that. And whenever I see her, she normally clips her hair so I can’t see the length. It is good that she has clipped it or else the long hair would’ve been a distraction for me. So almost for one full month, she didn’t show me her long hair.

Our exams were over and on the last day, there was still two hours for the buses to come and so we stayed at school enjoying playing in the ground. I thought of seeing Dhanya Ma’am and I looked for her but she was nowhere to be seen. I came across the Principal’s office and saw her with the files through the window. Her hair is clipped as always. I wanted to see her long hair. My exams are over. Why is it taking long?

The buses were about to come and so our classmates signed on each other uniforms hugging each other bidding farewell, the final get-together at school. I would be happier if I talk to her if not see her hair.

The buses have come and we were about to get in when we saw Dhanya Ma’am coming out of the building and walking in the ground. All the students went to say goodbye to her. Girls said proper bye and went, and of course boys tried one last flirting as she is a hot chic for them, but not for me. I moved away from the group waiting for my turn as the boys talked to her and said good-bye and left.

She saw me standing at a distance and smiled. She looked so sweet when she smiles and I loved it. She is so young-looking and no one would say that she is 33 and still single. No evil thoughts ran in my mind except for the hair which isn’t that evil I believe.

V: Ma’am, I am…

D: Free from school, free from all teachers.

V: (smiling) Nothing like that Ma’am. But I am really going to miss you.

D: Aww! So sweet of you Vivek. Even I will miss you.

She is more of a friend actually. She supports us if we listen to her and one would be screwed if we turn against her. So, don’t dare to mess with Dhanya Ma’am. We exchanged our contacts but not the address till then but at least I got her number.

‘All the best for your future Vivek,’ said Ma’am as she stretched her arms to my surprise as if wanting to hug me. Being a good student, I would really hug her and being a hair fetish, I will touch her hair. I moved towards her closely to hug her. During the hug, my hand reached for the clip to open her hair as I badly want to see the length. While leaving slowly, I pulled her clip and dropped it and down came the beautiful long hair of Dhanya Ma’am. She looked more stunning in open hair.

‘I am sorry Ma’am,’ I said pretending to be sorry as I bent down to pick up the clip and while picking it up, I could see her hair length from the back which drove me mad. When I stood up after picking the clip, I could feel her long hair.

I apologised again and gave her the clip as she smiled and took it. We said bye as I ran to board my bus. I was happy that I could feel her hair. I looked out through the window and saw her walking inside the building leaving her hair open and I loved it.

The boys were also looking out describing her structure and all that. School days are over, next college. I have to apply to a college and get admission. It was also holiday in our school for two months and within these two months, I have to execute the plan of cutting her long hair. In the second month of the holidays, the teachers would have to go to school for special class to higher class students which means I have only a month.

I tried to call her but the number doesn’t exist was the reply that came from my phone. I tried calling but failed. I thought of asking someone from school or class but nobody had her number. Moreover, I was busy with the admission process.

A disappointing moment. I lost Dhanya Ma’am’s contact, or should I say, her hair. Only a month remaining and after that she will be extremely busy with the special classes and not have a time to spare. I focused on my admission. I applied in Bangalore and thankfully, I was selected. The classes would start in June and I have one month and a half left.

It was almost the mid of April and in May, the special classes would start. I then thought of chucking it out and convinced myself saying that I would find many in Bangalore and can cut as much hair as I want. And good bye to Dhanya Ma’am’s super long hair which wasn’t an easy thing to say at all.

On a fine day, I was asked to give some sweets to a friend of my mother who lived in a nearby building. The building was almost old as the infrastructure clearly says it all. I took the lift which was in grills to the fourth floor where the Aunty lived. I gave her the sweets and turned to go.

The power went off and so I had to take down the stairs. When I reached the first floor, I bumped into someone as their shopping bag fell down. I said ‘Sorry’ and bent down to help the person pick up the goodies or whatever was there in the bag. I lifted my face to see the person I had bumped into and the person who is kneeling to pick up the things.

A young sexy lady with a part of her long hair in the front covering her arm and then the remaining at the back. And her name is… Dhanya, my English teacher.

‘Vivek,’ she exclaimed on seeing me. She smiled on seeing me. So, did I as I was the happiest person at that very moment. I haven’t lost her, or her hair should I say. She got up and I set her bag right and got up smiling.

V: Hello Ma’am. I am so happy to see you. I am sorry Ma’am,

D: I should say sorry for giving my number and not able to respond to it. My number got expired and so I had lost all contacts including yours. I have applied for a new one and that is my current number.

V: You are staying in this building?

D: Yes, this is my flat.

She pointed her door which is right next to us and I was very happy. She opened the door and welcomed me as I entered inside with the grocery. The flat wasn’t that grand as the Aunt’s one. It was simple with a small kitchen and a bedroom. But still it looked nice.

V: You are staying alone Ma’am?

D: Well yes Vivek. Since I was 15 years old. I don’t want anybody as family apart from my students.

I understood what she meant and didn’t ask anything more. I went to her and held her hand saying, ‘I am always there for you Ma’am.’

‘Thank you Vivek. You should be there anyways. I have work to be completed before the end of this month and so I will be needing your help,’ Dhanya Ma’am said.

‘Of course, Ma’am. Anything for you,’ I replied happily. That has become the perfect reason to visit her every day. I did inform my mother that I am going to Dhanya Ma’am’s place every day for helping her with her work and she seemed convinced.

Every day I go to her place in the morning and be there till evening helping her out and spending wonderful time with her only for her long hair. I was very scared or nervous to open the topic of hair but I get opportunity to touch and feel it.

Even she was happy with my presence and enjoyed my company a lot. I don’t know how to get to her hair as the time was running out within a few days, extra classes begin and she’s gone.

After doing work on a day, we got tired and sat on the sofa. She got up and opened the clip and down came the cascade of black waters, her long hair rolled down to her hips.

Oh my! I wasn’t able to bear it. Too long and sexy. She turned sideways and flipped her hair swinging it and setting it right. I couldn’t bear it. She was wearing a sleeveless top and tight pants revealing the curves. The boys were right. She is a hot chic. She then turned to her right showing me her back and flipped her long hair again.

I was getting wild. I threw a flying kiss to the hair desperate for it. I held out my hands clenching in and out, craving for her hair. Please give your hair Dhanya Ma’am. Please!

She turned to me and pulled my hands towards me to avoid being caught  and sat beside me putting all her hair in the front. The hair covered the half of her front side and I couldn’t bear seeing it. I got an opportunity to open about hair finally.

D: What are you looking at Vivek?

V: Nothing Ma’am. Just your beautiful long hair. You have really an amazing hair.

D: Do I really? Thank you so much.

V: How do you get to maintain this long hair in your busy schedules?

D: It isn’t that difficult. I balance my busy schedules with maintaining my hair. I love my hair.

V: You look really beautiful in this long hair. I like it.

D: Thank you. Let’s finish the remaining work.

She gets up and walks to the room with her hair open, and I stared at it wildly till it disappeared into the room. When she was gone, I was getting too restless as I couldn’t bear her hair at all. It’s so long and beautiful. I want it. I want her hair. How will I get it? I should ask first but I am losing the guts when seeing her face. I don’t have the courage to ask about her haircut.

As I was thinking about it, Dhanya Ma’am came out her room, her hair clipped and called me out.

V: (Getting up) Yes Ma’am?

D: Can we go for an outing tomorrow?

V: (Puzzled) Where Ma’am?

D: Just around. Like park, mall or somewhere. Just like chilling.

V: Okay Ma’am.

D: You should early tomorrow. I want to see you by eight. If you don’t show up, you will be punished.

I agreed to what she said as I was excited to go out with her, but haircut? I don’t know where will that dream of mine be?

The next day, I woke up really late and so I dressed up really quick and rushed off to her flat not because of the fear of being punished but I didn’t want to disappoint her. I reached the door which was opened and I saw Dhanya Ma’am sitting on the sofa, all dressed. Her hair was clipped and she was wearing clothes revealing her sexy body, the sleeveless top and tight jeans.

She looked at me and got up saying, ‘On time Vivek.’

V: I am sorry Ma’am. The alarm didn’t ring.

D: No excuses. You are late for half an hour, and the plans have been cancelled.

V: Why cancel Ma’am? There is still time.

D: You deserve to be punished for this. You have got to bear it.

V: Okay Ma’am. As you say. What must I do?

She gets up and picks up a stool from the side and placed it in the middle sitting there. I wondered what was she doing. She said, ‘Take out the first thing you feel inside my handbag and use it on me.’

What exactly was she trying to say? I was confused but obeyed her as I picked her handbag from the tea-stand and put my hand inside to fish out the first thing I see. I really wish it would be scissors. If it was scissors, I would’ve used it on her long hair.

I could only feel one thing in the bag and took it out. It was a comb. Wow! I could touch and feel her entire long hair by combing it. Her hair was waiting for me which was clipped. I wanted to remove the clip and take hold of her hair. I had to wait for her order and said, ‘Ma’am, I’ve got a comb.’

‘Use it on me,’ was her reply which thrilled me a lot. But I acted shy as I didn’t want to do it. She thought that I am an innocent boy and won’t be into this all when in real I am not.

I walked towards her back, and raised my hand to remove the clip which was really nervous thing. Once I pulled the clip, everything changed. The long hair drove me mad. I knelt down so it would be easier for me to comb, when in real to enjoy.

I took all her hair and buried myself into it kissing passionately and enjoying it. I didn’t spare any part without her realising as she was doodling on her phone. I came to my senses when I called out my name. I then let go off her hair and started combing it. Wow! It was amazing to feel the best hair I’ve come across. I was enjoying each and every moment.

D: Vivek?

V: Yes Ma’am. (still combing)

D: What’s your opinion about me?

V: You are a really good teacher. My favourite. You’ve helped me a lot throughout a lot and I am thankful to you for every moment.

D: Is it? Thank you Vivek. So, kind of you.

V: Now it’s your turn. Tell me about me.

Even if we were talking, I never stopped combing her hair.

D: So Vivek, you are also my favourite. I like you a lot. You are more than a student to me. You are…

V: …like a son?

D: Shut up! I am too young to be your mother and you are too old to be my son. You are like a… I don’t know maybe brother or a friend. Anyways, I am so happy for you that I really want to do something for you.

I stopped combing and got up and went to her kneeling before her. I was excited when she said ‘anything for you’.

V: What did you say? Anything for me?

D: Yes Vivek. I am going to do something for you. Ask and it will be given to you.

V: Are you sure?

D: Yes, what do you want from me? Just tell and you are going to get it for sure. It’s my word.

I looked down thinking of how to express my wish and I looked at her and she was smiling at me waiting for my wish to be expressed. I smiled at her and she brought all her hair in the front which wasn’t bearable for me at all. I didn’t want to see it while talking to her. Long hair was really a distraction.

I gasped some courage and decided to bring it, I looked at her eyes and said, ‘Ma’am, I want…’

‘Vivek, for this delay you will be punished again. Open the small part of my handbag and take out the first thing you feel and put or use it on me,’ she interrupted.

‘Ma’am but…’

‘No more questions and when you get it, don’t wait for my command. Go for it. Okay,’ she said as I got up really pissed off and went to get her handbag. I opened the small part and put my hand in it. What it could be?

I took it out and was stunned to see it, ‘SCISSORS? In her bag? How is that possible? Did she place it by mistake? Whatever it may be, it shouldn’t matter to me because she had asked me to use the first thing I get to use on her.

And scissors would be used only on her long hair. I was happy as I kissed the scissors and walked behind her as she was still doodling on her phone without paying attention to what I was doing. Her hair was in the front, so I pulled it from the back towards my direction which was superb. I began combing her long hair for one last time. I combed each and every part very patiently.

I kept the comb aside as the next part was SNIP! SNIP! SNIP! I took a portion of her hair from the side and kissed it without her seeing it and cut it off. That first cut drove me mad. I then held the scissors at the mid-level as I couldn’t wait anymore and ran it through her hair from left to right and down came her beautiful long hair.

It was so good to see hair falling. Her hip length hair has reached to mid-back. I placed the scissors at the neck level and ran it across as the hair was falling when the blades sped off past each strand. I looked at her head where there was no hair remaining and looked down where a pile of her hair.

I then cut the hair at the back and side shortening the ends and giving her a sexy look. The hair cut was over and I walked to the front to see her face. I was shocked to see her look and face.

She looked damn sexy in short hair and it really suited. She looked a little younger. The ones who lost their long hair or gets their long hair cut would burst into tears. But she was smiling at me, not even a bit of disappointment in her face was seen.

She got up and said, ‘You are happy now?’

‘Well I should ask you that question Ma’am. Are you happy with your new style which you didn’t want?’ I said and the moment I said she slapped me.

I was shocked at her slap. How could she do that to me? I asked, ‘Ma’am. Why did you?’

She pulled me by the collar and said smiling, ‘Don’t act too much. You wanted my hair, right? You wanted to cut it, right?’

I was bewildered at her speaking reality, at what I really wanted. How did she come to know?

V: Ma’am but, how did you?

D: You idiot, you think I don’t know anything? I’ve learned Psychology and have trained to learn human behaviour. I’ve noticed this behaviour of yours since I started teaching you. You were after my hair and you wanted to cut it. Happy?

V: (Feeling little low) Ma’am I am sorry for cutting your hair. It was my desire but I shouldn’t have…

D: You are not at all sorry. You’ve got what you wanted. A sorry won’t result in my hair growth. My hair won’t grow long when you say ‘Sorry’.

V: It will grow Ma’am. For sure.

Dhanya Ma’am looked at the pile of hair and laughed at it saying, ‘I really want to cry. I am not able to, because of you. You’ve cut my beautiful long hair.’

I didn’t know what to say, but inside I was very happy that I cut Dhanya Ma’am’s beautiful long hair. I turned to go but then she stopped me.

D: Don’t you want to go out with me?

V: Ma’am, I…

D: Let’s go out now. We will clean the mess later.

V: Ma’am, but…

D: Go to college and do well. I will grow my hair long. If you excel in the first semester, you can cut all my hair. Keep on exceling in college and I will grow my hair for you, and you will cut it. What do you say?

I was shocked at her offer or deal. Did she really mean it? Will she let me cut her hair once it grows long?

V: Are you serious?

D: I never joke at serious occasions Vivek. You very well know that, right?

V: Ok Ma’am, I believe you. Thank you so much Ma’am.

She gave me a hug as I felt her short hair again and we went for outing as planned. Thank you Dhanya Ma’am, love you lots. I can’t wait for the next haircut. Too excited!

Bhabhi's Haircut

My name is Soham and I am 16 years living in Nagpur. I am a haircut fetish and I desire to cut woman’s long hair and even shave. I express my desire through my fetish account in Facebook. The fetish friends would suggest me to try on my family members. None of the female members in my family had beautiful long hair. Even if long, not that good and not that beautiful either.

I satisfy my fetish by chatting with the fetish friends and watching videos, fantasizing in dreams, reading stories etc.

My family consisted of my father, mother and my elder brother Sooraj who is 28 and was to get married. He married to our family friend’s daughter Sandhya. She is a beautiful 27-year-old woman whom I’ll be seeing at home every day. I was happy that I got company. I can talk with Bhabhi whenever I want.

But I didn’t really get to talk with her properly ever since she has stepped into our house. I was stuck with my exams and so had to focus on that otherwise I’ll be screwed.

One afternoon, when my brother and father had gone to office and my mother was taking her nap, and I was in my room bored. I walked to the kitchen to get some water. The moment I reached the door, I saw Bhabhi working in the kitchen, possibly cooking something. She was wearing a saree and her hair was clipped. So I can’t find out her hair length. I don’t even know whether she has long hair or not. But I came to a conclusion that Bhabhi’s hair won’t be long and I am not that lucky.

Her back was facing my side revealing her partially bare back and the waist. I wanted to feel that but I just stared at it. She didn’t notice me coming at all. The water jug was next to the stove and I walked towards the stove side and started to drink from the jug.

She noticed me and smiled at me as I did the same. I was happy that she noticed me.

B: Do you want something?

S: Nothing Bhabhi, I just came to drink water. What are you making?

B: It’s for Sooraj when he comes for tea.

S: Can I help?

B: It’s fine, I am done.

We engaged into a conversation and she asked me about my studies, plans for future and all that and I replied coolly. She had thought me to be innocent in nature even though I am 16, when I am not innocent and I do have some evil plans in mind. I was happy that I’ve got company. I wanted to talk to her more when my mother came after her nap signaling me to leave the kitchen.

We used to spend time whenever possible and I used to impress by narrating some funny incidents happened in school or with friends, most of them aren’t true. I try to impress her in whatever ways possible in order to gain her interest, trust and everything.

On a lazy afternoon Saturday, I was getting restless as I wasn’t able to nap. I thought of talking to Bhabhi but she taking nap at that time. I wanted to see her no matter what she is doing. I walked to her room slowly crossing my mother’s room as she was taking nap. (Both my father and brother are at work.)

I slowly the door of my brother’s room and saw Bhabhi sitting on the bed and reading something. I knocked and said, ‘Bhabhi, can I come in?’

She looked at the door and smiled on seeing me. She said, ‘Come in Soham. There’s no need to ask permission.’

I entered and then closed the door. She sat straight keeping the book aside as I came and sat beside her. Her hair was clipped as in the beginning and she’s in saree as usual.

B: What happened Soham? Why do you look so worried?

S: Nothing like that. Exams are nearing. Books are driving me mad.

B: Oh is it? Just relax and don’t get tensed.

I was watching her talk when she placed a hand on her clip and removed it from her head. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Down flowed a cascade of black waters. Her hair rolled down to her hip I guess well I couldn’t guess it since she was sitting. One thing I know that she has long hair and I am the luckiest person in this world.

She was setting her hair swinging it backwards and was about to clip it again when I stopped her saying, ‘Bhabhi I can’t believe this.’

B: What happened?

S: I didn’t know that you have such beautiful hair.

B: Oh thanks Soham.

She took her hair to the front showing the full length. It is really long, beautiful, has great volume. I moved close to her and wanted to touch and feel it but I controlled my emotions for the time being.

Actually, I can touch and feel it even without her permission as I have my freedom. Then what’s stopping me? Come on Soham, do it! I was telling myself all this, boosting up my gut level.

I saw Bhabhi caressing her hair which I liked and later, she took a comb and began to comb her hair.

I couldn’t control any more. I wanted that hair at any cost. I snatched the comb from her saying, ‘This is not right Bhabhi. You shouldn’t do this when I am here.’

‘What do I do?’ asked a confused Bhabhi. I got up from the bed and pulled her hand taking her to the dressing table. I made her sit before the dressing table facing the mirror.

I was standing behind her with the comb and saw her nearly bare back which of course, tempted me. I took the hair from the front and spread it on the backside. Oh my, holding the whole amount of hair and spreading it across was too exciting for any fetish. I began combing her hair from top to bottom touching and feeling it. She smiled at my behaviour and let me comb her hair.

Since she was little short and I couldn’t bend properly, I knelt and did the combing which was for some naughty purposes and Bhabhi didn’t know all that.

I combed as well as touched the hair. I could also feel a bit of her body. Bhabhi is too hot that I am burning. I took a portion of hair so as to comb and without her knowledge, I kissed her hair. That was a peaceful feeling. I ran my face through the hair I could feel. I bit and licked it without her knowledge.

‘What are you doing Soham?’ Bhabhi asked as I got up and combed again. I took a large portion of the hair and lifted it upwards. She looked curious as if what I was going to do. If I had scissors with me, I would’ve definitely cut her hair which I have to do.

I showed two fingers folding the other three and placed it on the hair I was holding. I was cutting the hair with my fingers. She smiled at me saying. ‘What Soham? Do you want to cut my hair?’

Of course, I wanted to cut her hair. And apart from that, I also wanted to have fun with her because she is too hot to handle.

‘Sandhya?’ my mother’s voice was heard. I was still holding her hair when she stood up and said she had to go. She took the hair clip and left the room clipping her hair.

I was alone in the room thinking of what to do. I wanted to cut her long hair and have fun with my hot Bhabhi. But how? My family is around and there’s no chance of getting her alone.

Since my exams are nearing, I tried to focus on my studies. Whenever I think of her hair, I’ll go to Bhabhi and enjoy her hair without other’s knowledge. It was only between me and her. I thought that I’ve gotten ten days’ holidays after the exams get over, within these ten days I’ll have to execute the plan.

Unfortunately, fate played a bad game on me. My brother was going for a business meeting in US for that ten days and he is also taking Bhabhi along. I was heartbroken! My exams will get over. I’ve ten days but those days are waste since Bhabhi isn’t there and my desire will never come true. Never ever!

The exams are over and I was returning back home with disappointment because no Bhabhi for ten days. My brother was leaving that very day itself. When I reached home, I realised that they have left for the US. I saw my parents getting ready to go somewhere.

My father said, ‘Soham, we are going to your mother’s place for a function. I am pretty sure that you aren’t interested in coming with us. We’ll come after four or five days.’

I said ok as they left and I was all alone. At least I can watch many haircut and shave videos and do whatever I want. Whenever my parents aren’t at place for a day or more, our neighbour would come and check on me. The lunch was ready on the table and I had it and was about to go to my room when the doorbell rang.

I knew it was the neighbour to check whether everything was fine. I went to check the door and I couldn’t believe what I saw the moment I opened the door… Bhabhi!

I was confused and at the same time happy. Bhabhi is there with me. She hasn’t gone anywhere. Her hair was in a long braid and she was in saree. She was carrying bags in her hands and walked inside as I closed the door. She was walking to her room as I followed her.

S: Bhabhi, but aren’t you supposed to go to the US with Bhaiyya?

B: Yes, but my visa didn’t get ready and so I couldn’t accompany him.

S: It’s okay Bhabhi. I am here for you.

B: Oh yes. (She went to her room)

Crackers exploded very badly in my head. The most desperate person has become the happiest person in the world. Bhabhi didn’t go. She is here with me. My parents aren’t here. It’s just me and her. What a timing! Four to five days, I am going to have fun. I’ve also decided that within these days, I have to cut her long hair and have fun with my hot Bhabhi. I went to my room and started thinking about this.

I thought of buying a new pair of scissors and comb as it is my first haircutting experience. I went in the evening without telling her to buy scissors and comb and came back as early as possible so that Bhabhi wouldn’t know that I had gone out. I kept it in my room and thought of when to make use of the opportunity. I couldn’t wait any more.

In the evening, we had dinner together and I was constantly looking at her and her clipped hair. How will I have to wait to have her and her long hair? I became too impatient. I found Bhabhi’s face little dull because she was missing Bhaiyya and was sad because she couldn’t accompany him.

S: What’s the matter Bhabhi? Why are you sad?

B: It’s nothing Soham. I am fine.

S: I know you are missing Bhaiyya. It’s alright Bhabhi. I am here with you. I’ll keep you happy.

Bhabhi smiled at last and I was happy she did. After dinner, we watched TV. I was lying on Bhabhi’s lap as she caressed my hair while watching TV. I was looking up at her; I raised my hand (my hand accidently touching her breasts) and removed the clip from her hair. Down came the black waters. I could feel it with my face and enjoyed it without her realising it.

It was sleep time and I said ‘Good night’ to Bhabhi and went to my room. I could’ve spend the entire night with her but I couldn’t control as I badly want to cut her hair and have fun. I tried to sleep but it wasn’t that easy. Many thoughts are flashing up in my mind; Bhabhi, her hot figure, her long hair.

I got up from the bed and walked out towards Bhaiyya’s room. There’s no one else at home other than Bhabhi and me, no there’s no need to tip-toe walk. When I reached the door, I slowly pushed the door to check whether she was sleeping or not. The lights were on; Bhabhi was sitting on the bed facing me. I was startled and for a few moments couldn’t move at all. Her hair was open and she continued to stare at me.

S: Bhabhi aren’t you asleep?

B: I am not able to sleep. Please come here Soham.

I entered and closed the door and walked towards her. I sat beside her and smiled. She smiled back. I know she’s feeling lonely and I’ve to cheer her up and make her feel better. She got up and walked towards the dressing table, facing the mirror. She was setting her hair, swinging it back and was going to clip it. I know I have to do something. I got up and walked towards her and she is done with clipping her hair.

S: Bhabhi!

B: Yes, Soham.

S: Why are you upset?

B: I am not upset. I am fine.

She walked away from the dressing table and towards the bed. I walked towards her and she turned away. I made her face me, my hands on her face. She was little shorter than me but it was fine.

S: I told you Bhabhi it’s alright. I am here for you. You are mine, and only mine. I can’t see you sad like this. You belong to me.

B: But your Bhaiyya?

S: I don’t care. What matters me most is my Bhabhi. Every part of you is mine. Your smile, your hair.

I removed the clip and threw it away and down fell her hip-length hair. I gently placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her saree. She was little shocked but I didn’t care as I hugged her tightly.

My face could feel her hair as I kissed her neck and slid my hands in her hair and blouse. She too hugged me tight. We lost balance and we fell on the bed. I laid beside her looking at her. I placed my hand on her face and slid it around and my finger slowly reached her lips.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed it I think. My finger down to her neck and to the end of her blouse. I ran my finger between her breasts a little. I then slid upwards to her face and then I brought face close to hers; kissing her neck and then her lips. That lip-lock was really passionate and beautiful. We kissed for some time and then she pushed me aside.  

I rolled on the bed and she was beside me, her hair touching my face. She lay her head on my chest and I caressed her long hair. I cut it with my fingers.

S: Bhabhi!

B: Yes, Soham.

S: I love your long hair Bhabhi.

B: It’s all yours.

She got up and sat straight bringing her hair to the front. I could see her half-naked back. I got up and sat beside her; her hair was in my side. I gathered all her hair in one hand and started kissing it. I kissed each and every portion of it as I couldn’t control my excitement. Bhabhi was even stunned at my behaviour.

I then got up and took the hair in the front from the top covering her face and began kissing from the nape till the tip of the hair. Feeling her hair was a beautiful feeling. I just buried my face into her hair and felt peace. After enjoying for a while, I pushed the hair aside a little to see my Bhabhi’s face. Little of her face was revealed including her lips. I kissed her hot lips again and she responded back. I tossed all her hair to the back, revealing her entire face. She got up and helped me remove my t-shirt. I hugged her tightly, feeling her body and vice-versa. My face could feel her hair. I slowly removed the string of her blouse and removed the blouse completely the moment we let go off each other, revealing her damn hot figure. She was in rose-coloured bra. Her saree wasn’t completely removed and so I pulled it completely.

I moved close to her and placed my hand on her long hair from the top and slowly slid it down feeling the length as well as her body. When it reached her hips, I started feeling the hips as she was aroused. I inserted both my hands beneath the skirt and panty feeling her ass.

After taking my hands off, I pulled the string and pulled her skirt down and she was in rose coloured bra and panty. Too hot to handle. I couldn’t bear it. But the long hair wasn’t suiting her sexy figure.

S: Are you ready?

B: For what?

S: For anything.

B: I am all yours.

I lifted her up in my arms, carried her around the room. I could feel her long hair and also her sexy body. I was thinking of how to get the haircut done. Whether to tie her up, or ask or whatever. I’ve decided that I’ll cut all her hair that very day.

I lay her sideways on the bed and walked towards the other side. She got up to check what it was. I took her saree which I removed and walked to the other side. She turned to me seductively asking, ‘What is it?’

I tore a portion of saree and said, ‘I want to tie you up.’

She extended her arms and said, ‘Go for it.’

I was surprised when she accepted it. She moved to the direction where her legs were almost touching the pillows and I tied both her hands to each end of the bed. I touched her hair and tossed it upwards. Too excited as I am going to cut it. I also want to shave it but I didn’t have clippers. Anyways, I am going to cut all her long hair.

I walked towards her direction as she was looking at me, her eyes ready for anything, her lips longing to be felt with mine, and her body eagerly waiting. Her hair is the one waiting a lot. I sat beside her and slid my hands on her sexy legs. I dipped my finger into her navel and then kissed it as she breathed in a different way, biting her lips and enjoying it.

I took all her hair in the front to check the length. Oh my! It’s so long and I couldn’t bear it.

S: Bhabhi, your hair is so long. I can’t bear it anymore. It has even crossed your panty.

B: Shut up and kiss me!

I moved closed to her and held her face looking at her sternly. Her eyes looked little scared. I pushed mine into her lips and the kissing was kind of bad one. We nearly bit the lips. I let go off it as she bit my lips. I looked at her angrily and said, ‘You will be punished.’

The hot Bhabhi replied, ‘Punish me badly. Show no mercy.’

I got up and walked behind her, my eyes catching sight of her bare back. I started feeling it and seized her by the hair which pained her and said, ‘Your hair is close to you, not behind you. Enjoy it.’

I walked out of the room to get scissors for cutting her long hair since she has asked me to punish her badly. I am going to do that.

I came after sometime, her back was facing me at the door and so she couldn’t see me. I hid the scissors and walked to her side facing her. We looked at each other for some time. Her long hair was in the front waiting to be cut by my scissors. I placed a hand on her face feeling her hair and slid down feeling its length.

When I reached the end, I lifted that little part and showed her saying, ‘Bhabhi, this is no more.’

She didn’t understand and thought I was joking. She asked, ‘What are you going to do?’

I took out the scissors and cut out the portion I was holding. It was a little portion and I dropped in her lap as her face looked shocked.

S: That wasn’t satisfying. Let me cut some more.

B: No!

I held a little more of her hair than before and started snipping it. She began shaking her legs making the cutting process difficult for me. I got up and walked behind her, taking the hair from the front.

B: (Nearly in tears) What are you doing Soham? Please don’t cut my hair. I love my hair.

S: Sorry Bhabhi, I’ve always loved your long hair and I really want to cut it. You’ve asked me to punish you and I am punishing you.

I took another portion and cut it as she burst into tears. The hair was slowly falling on the floor. I didn’t do proper cutting just take a portion and cut it. Oh my! I was really enjoying the cut. I thought of stopping since Bhabhi was crying but I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t satisfied, I wanted to cut more. Lots of hair were falling on the floor.

B: Please Soham, stop it.

S: Almost done Bhabhi.

Her hip-length hair has reached her shoulders. But it wasn’t in proper shape. I cut it shorter giving her neck-length. I trimmed the ends and made a perfect shape.

At last, her haircut was done and I was satisfied, I looked at the pile of hair on the floor. It’s too much. I untied Bhabhi as she got off the bed hurriedly noticing the pile of hair. She placed her hands on her head realising that her hair is no more. She walked to see the mirror. She screamed in horror, and placed the hands on her head. No more long hair! Short boycut. She looked more hot.

She cried badly and then turned to me. I feared whether she would hit me or report to Bhaiyya on what I did. Even if she does that, I’ll tell Bhaiyya that Bhabhi has seduced me and forced herself on me and that would be the end of their marriage.

She walked towards me, her face looked red with tears. I remained silent waiting for what was going to happen. To my surprise, she spoke normally, ‘Why did you do this Soham? You know how much I loved my hair? If you wanted to cut my hair, I would’ve let you cut 1 or 2 inches once in a while. Why did you cut all my hair?’

I felt little guilty on cutting her hair. She is so innocent and kind-hearted and I shouldn’t have done that. But I couldn’t help it. No hair fetishers could help it.

I placed my hands on her face and wiped off her tears saying, ‘I am really sorry Bhabhi. I couldn’t help it. I tried to stop cutting your hair when you cried, but I couldn’t. When I see long hair, I feel like cutting all that. This is my first haircutting experience and so was excited.’

I know I am being too dramatic but those were just to make her feel better and convince with her new look. I was really tired and I wanted to sleep, but looking at Bhabhi, I wasn’t feeling good.

B: Soham, your Bhaiyya loved my long hair. He will be disappointed on seeing my short hair. Your mother will be mad on me as she sticks to traditions. How should I tell them?

S: There are 3-4 days left for us to decide. Forget all that.

I looked at my transformed Bhabhi, short-haired still in bra and panty. I walked towards her, placed my hands on her face and kissed her.

B: I am feeling much better now.

I was happy that everything got well. We walked to the bed and lay on it facing each other. I put on the blankets and looked at her sliding hands on her short hair.

S: You look more hot in short hair.

She smiled as the lights were off. The room was a complete mess, the torn clothes, the pile of hair and all that. But too tired for all that. We just had a sound sleep. I was happy that my desire has been fulfilled.