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...
I love the feeling of a woman's hair brushing against my body. Can only imagine having it myself and being able to have it rub against my own body.