One of the things on my hard limits list is no cutting my hair. When I was pondering the things I should include on that list I read an article that said try to think about things that at first glance might not appear relevant but that if they did you would absolutely not want to do them. I thought about my body and imagined things being done to me that would not be kinky but traumatic. Having someone cut my hair off sprung to mind. It has remained on the list ever since.
It is not that I am particularly obsessed with my hair but I do like it and it is an integral part of the way that I look. Over the years it has changed in length a great deal. I think I was about 14 the first time I cut it short. It went from grazing the top of my knickers to not even reaching my shoulders. It was a bold move, an attempt to change myself and to be honest was pretty much motivated by being very unhappy with the person I felt I was. I immediately set about growing it back and continued to have long hair right up until I was nearly 30. I cut it short again when I became a Mum as it was easier to manage. I have a lot of dark thick hair and when it was long it took ages to dry. It has some version of short ever since.
The greys hair started to appear just before I was 40. Because my hair is so dark they stood out rather dramatically and so I bought a box of dye and for the first time in my life dyed my hair. It is now either a dark plum colour or a dark cherry red but every 6/8 weeks I can see the grey at the roots and there is more and more of the damn stuff. Maybe one day it will be all be a beautiful silver-grey and I can stop with the colouring. I have recently started to grow it again though. I don’t know how far I will get with that but as the years pass by I think if I don’t grow it again now then I probably never will and I am not sure I am ready to say that this is it as far as hair styles go just yet
So what about hair and kink?
Well I can’t say I have a fetish for my hair but it certainly does feature in things that I like. I love having my hair stroked and caressed. There is something hugely erotic about someone brushing the hair from my face or across my forehead especially if it is followed by a kiss. Then there are those kisses that involve handfuls of hair, fingers twisting into my locks pulling my head back, guiding and holding my head. There is something strong and demanding about that type of kiss that makes my knees go weak.
Hair can also play a very sexy role in a blow job. I like sucking cock. I like exploring him with my mouth, finding what it good for him, taking my time getting pleasure from giving pleasure but then there are the blow jobs where he is in control and they almost always involve him using large handfuls of my hair to get me exactly where he wants me. There is something fucking hot about that too, being used for his pleasure.
When it comes to hair pulling if it is part of something else then I am totally going to get off on it, but just having my hair pulled is not, in and of itself a turn on to me. Hold me down by my hair while you fuck me and you are going to find me a growling squirming mess beneath you. Use my hair to snap my head back so you can get the knife in just the right place on my neck and I am going to be seriously turned on. It is about the relationship of using my hair to weaken me, to make me give in, to over power me, that makes it so fucking hot.