Black Hair: Yours or Theirs?



What a wonderful thing hair is. Short, long, red, black to a guy like me if you like it I love it. I love hair. And no I wouldn't call it a fetish, not at all. I just occasionally like to run my hands through hers if the length allows me to of course. I'll braid it, pull it, play in it, you get my drift.  But here's the kicker, in order for me to be able to play in your hair, ultimately I must me able to touch your hair. And if your hair is anything of Brazilian,  Indian Remi, Peruvian or Malaysian we know that it is better to look and not touch. Soooo where do we go from here?

I'll tell you where I go, I go to where my fingers are wanted. It's nothing more awkward than running your hands through a girls hair and having your fingers run over braids as if they were speed bumps. I didn't mean for my fingers to get that deep but I was under the impression that this was yours. Just my luck, Theirs.... Now I have to suppress my urge to play in your beautiful black hair. Sure, I could still go through the motions and trick my mind into believing that this is the real deal but just like the new host of 106 & Park, the new found success of the Redskins and McDonald's not having a real $1 Menu anymore... it's just not the same smh.