When I met Wendy, the first thing I noticed about her was her waist-length, chestnut-colored hair.

She was beautiful and had a great figure, but it was her long hair that really got my attention. It was thick and lustrous. I was so entranced by her luscious locks that she had to repeat herself twice before I finally snapped out of my daze and could respond to her greeting.

After we started dating, it wasn’t long before I had taken over the care and maintenance of her enchanting tresses. All my previous girlfriends had indulged my fetish, but they’d never seemed to enjoy it. Wendy was different. She asked me about my interest before I had a chance to bring it up myself, and when I confessed that I was aroused by her hair, she came up with the idea of letting me wash and brush it. Soon, we started... Read More