Hairotica - AGAIN

[Tallcajun]

Yowza!!

 

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[cascadiabound]

Great Pics Mr T. I particularly like this one.

 

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[LockedDreams]

WOW!!!

 

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Beautiful colour patterns. But the one above took my breath away.

 

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I wonder how she feels the touch of that hair on her naked body.

 

[tnhardon]

This perfect is perfect in so many ways

 

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I wonder how she feels the touch of that hair on her naked body.

I love the feel of my long hair against my skin. It is soft and feathery light. It is a touch that is me and not me. It brushes against my skin, covering me sometimes - but just barely. It provides a warmth. A way to feel protected from... the other. For me my hair makes me feel powerful in my daily life. Long and thick and rich in color.

I love the feel of the brush of loose tendrils against my neck. The weight of my heavy braid as it drops heavily against my back. Or curls around my neck. When it is brushed out and loose, cascading over my shoulders and my breasts, it is like a soft garment that is both sheer and not sheer. Soft and warm - but not warm. A curtain so easily parted. And so easily gathered and used to take me in hand. pulling and controlling me. The sensuality of all that present in its soft touch as it brushes against my bare breasts...

 

[LockedDreams]

I love the feel of my long hair against my skin. It is soft and feathery light. It is a touch that is me and not me. It brushes against my skin, covering me sometimes - but just barely. It provides a warmth. A way to feel protected from... the other. For me my hair makes me feel powerful in my daily life. Long and thick and rich in color.

I love the feel of the brush of loose tendrils against my neck. The weight of my heavy braid as it drops heavily against my back. Or curls around my neck. When it is brushed out and loose, cascading over my shoulders and my breasts, it is like a soft garment that is both sheer and not sheer. Soft and warm - but not warm. A curtain so easily parted. And so easily gathered and used to take me in hand. pulling and controlling me. The sensuality of all that present in its soft touch as it brushes against my bare breasts...

This is exactly what I had asked you. Beautiful answer.

Do you stand naked in front of your mirror and look at you, with your hair loose, falling on your smooth neck, cascading on your feminine chest? Do you do that when you are alone? For your eyes, not for him? Do you take your time cherishing your beauty?