| Hair and Happiness Part 5 Coming out! The next few years were a revelation. The coming of the internet made me realise that I was not alone in my obsessions. There was more super long hair out there than I could dream off and hundreds of people like me with a passion for it. The internet opened my eyes and opened doors. Although nothing substantial came from my internet relationships, it made me confident about my passion for hair and able to talk freely about it. I also had some amazing experiences. I started dating on-line, seeking out the longest-haired women. The first was an American women called Daisy. After two months of on-line chat and a few hours on the phone I finally arranged to meet her in Dallas on weekend after a business trip. Daisy was a confident, feisty Latino woman who worked in a restaurant as a manager. Her hair was dead straight, thick and black and fell to her knees. She had barely ever cut it, except for trims, and it was in perfect condition from top to bottom � giving off an almost purple sheen, like a raven�s wing. We were making love within an hour of meeting and continued, on and off, most of the weekend. It was my first time with a woman with such long hair, and I was amazed how in tune she was to my desires. I spent hours brushing her hair to a high gloss. It seemed to arouse her almost as much as me. It was almost as if I had been transported to a planet where my obsession for long hair was the most natural thing in the world. I was fascinated by the way she used her hair while making love. At times she twisted it up into a bun over her head, only to pull out the single clasp at the most opportune moment, letting her hair cascade over me. She could shift her hair from one side to the other in a single deft movement, so it would not get in the way. Of course it didn�t last. We were too different and too far apart. My half dozen other internet relationships went the same way � intense, erotic, thrilling, but ultimately a quick fix. Not that I would have missed some of the experiences. Daisy was probably the best, but I remember also Jane, with hair so long it touched the floor when she tipped her head back. She was almost as obsessed as me, trying find new ways of coaxing extra inches out of her hair. She was nearly 40, slim attractive and glad of the attention from a man 14 years her younger. Another relationship never got further than brushing and combing! If she realised the sexual charge it gave me, I doubt it would have got that far! |