When you wish upon a shooting star...
I can't sleep, so I might as well do something productive other than click the mouse and play farmville.
About ten minutes ago, I walked outside with the dogs to let them go potty. The sky is crystal clear up above, and the twinkle of the stars can be seen in spite of the lights of modern suburbia all around us. Just as the dogs were headed back to the door, and I was getting ready to step back inside, I saw a shooting star go streaking across the night's sky.
And, per usual custom, without a moments hesitation, I made a wish.
You're probably thinking that I wished for all of my long hair to be back on my head, and as much as I would absolutley love that very thing, I actually wished for something quite the opposite.
I wished that my wife would romantically seduce me and give me an erotic haircut that would eventually result in my head being shaved completely bald.
You see, at this point in time, as much as it still churns my stomach, I realise that my long hair is gone, and short of painstakingly growing it out inch by inch for the next three to four years, I'm not getting it back. So, the alternative is to hope and pray that Karen would take the initiative on her own to finish what was started a month ago.
But, there's the catch. I can't go back to the days of having to beg for her to cut my hair, or lather my head for a shaving. My life is already pathetic enough that I have to beg for sex as if I'm like a starving stray dog at the dinner table for a begging scrap of food. As much as I would relish in the smoke from her long white cigarette being blown into my face, the feel of the clippers on my head, the touch of her soft fingers as she spreads the shaving cream across my scalp and the pleasurable tug of the razor as it scraped every last trace of stubble from my naked, bare, head; leaving me completely bald...
Having to constantly ask and beg for an erotic haircut completely ruins the illusion of my fantasy and fetish. For once, just once, in a period of time in my life, I would love to have Karen be the initiator of my fantasies. To take charge, and without even so much as asking, just cut my hair, or shave my head. And, even if it weren't true, make me feel and believe that she is doing it because she wants to do it, or simply because she knows how much it would turn me on and is doing it to show me that's something that is still important to her.
When I first started growing my hair long back in 2008, my favorite part of the whole situation was when Karen would threaten to just cut all of my hair off of my head. Or when she would ask me to go get a haircut for her. Every once in a while, she would just chime in with, "let me give you a haircut" or "can I shave your head?" And it sent pleasurable shivers down my spine to hear those words come from her sexy voice and lips. She WANTED my hair cut... and oh so many times, I wanted to just let her have her way with me. Even as I strived to reach my goal for ponytail length hair, I dreamed of a moment in time when Karen would decide she'd had enough, and would take matters into her own hands and reclaim me as hers by lighting up a cigarette, grabbing the scissors or clippers, and just start shearing my hair off (or taking me for a surprise haircut).
I wouldn't even mind setting things up for her to do the deed, as long as the planning of the occasion had been orchestrated by her. For once, make me feel her desire for me, her passion for me, and once and for all claim me as hers. I don't want to have her ask for permission to cut my hair the way she wants it, or likes it, I want her to tell me that it's something she wants and present a situation where I won't want to say no.
But, if I have to ask for it. If I have to plan the whole event, or plan it like I'm organizing the date night, make reservations at the hotel, etc... then the illusion of the fantasy is broken.
I think I'm going to grow my hair back out quite a bit longer than it is right now; but not because of the fact that it hasn't seemed to spark a passion for me within Karen the way I had hoped it would. I'm not trying to be spiteful, i just realize that I've betrayed my inner instincts in having cut it for her, instead of waiting for that magical moment when I had always hoped she would AKS ME to cut it for her. That moment when she would take me to the salon and tell me she wanted me to cut it for her.
For once in my pathetic excuse of a love life, I would love to have her chase me; because I would love to have her catch me and have her way with me. Once of these days, she will ask me again, with those magical words, "Can I shave your head?" or better yet, "I want to shave you bald." And no matter how long I've grown my hair back out again, I'll not refuse. I'll not play hard to get again... because I want to be happy again with my Sweet Bubbie Bee. My sexy smoking barberette. No one has ever fulfilled that fantasy better than she has; and there is so much more to the fantasy that we have yet to ever experience together.
So, I wished upon that shooting star this early morning, and I wished that my gorgeous wife would someday soon act out my deepest fantasies, surprise me, and seduce me, and shave my head completely bald.
About ten minutes ago, I walked outside with the dogs to let them go potty. The sky is crystal clear up above, and the twinkle of the stars can be seen in spite of the lights of modern suburbia all around us. Just as the dogs were headed back to the door, and I was getting ready to step back inside, I saw a shooting star go streaking across the night's sky.
And, per usual custom, without a moments hesitation, I made a wish.
You're probably thinking that I wished for all of my long hair to be back on my head, and as much as I would absolutley love that very thing, I actually wished for something quite the opposite.
I wished that my wife would romantically seduce me and give me an erotic haircut that would eventually result in my head being shaved completely bald.
You see, at this point in time, as much as it still churns my stomach, I realise that my long hair is gone, and short of painstakingly growing it out inch by inch for the next three to four years, I'm not getting it back. So, the alternative is to hope and pray that Karen would take the initiative on her own to finish what was started a month ago.
But, there's the catch. I can't go back to the days of having to beg for her to cut my hair, or lather my head for a shaving. My life is already pathetic enough that I have to beg for sex as if I'm like a starving stray dog at the dinner table for a begging scrap of food. As much as I would relish in the smoke from her long white cigarette being blown into my face, the feel of the clippers on my head, the touch of her soft fingers as she spreads the shaving cream across my scalp and the pleasurable tug of the razor as it scraped every last trace of stubble from my naked, bare, head; leaving me completely bald...
Having to constantly ask and beg for an erotic haircut completely ruins the illusion of my fantasy and fetish. For once, just once, in a period of time in my life, I would love to have Karen be the initiator of my fantasies. To take charge, and without even so much as asking, just cut my hair, or shave my head. And, even if it weren't true, make me feel and believe that she is doing it because she wants to do it, or simply because she knows how much it would turn me on and is doing it to show me that's something that is still important to her.
When I first started growing my hair long back in 2008, my favorite part of the whole situation was when Karen would threaten to just cut all of my hair off of my head. Or when she would ask me to go get a haircut for her. Every once in a while, she would just chime in with, "let me give you a haircut" or "can I shave your head?" And it sent pleasurable shivers down my spine to hear those words come from her sexy voice and lips. She WANTED my hair cut... and oh so many times, I wanted to just let her have her way with me. Even as I strived to reach my goal for ponytail length hair, I dreamed of a moment in time when Karen would decide she'd had enough, and would take matters into her own hands and reclaim me as hers by lighting up a cigarette, grabbing the scissors or clippers, and just start shearing my hair off (or taking me for a surprise haircut).
I wouldn't even mind setting things up for her to do the deed, as long as the planning of the occasion had been orchestrated by her. For once, make me feel her desire for me, her passion for me, and once and for all claim me as hers. I don't want to have her ask for permission to cut my hair the way she wants it, or likes it, I want her to tell me that it's something she wants and present a situation where I won't want to say no.
But, if I have to ask for it. If I have to plan the whole event, or plan it like I'm organizing the date night, make reservations at the hotel, etc... then the illusion of the fantasy is broken.
I think I'm going to grow my hair back out quite a bit longer than it is right now; but not because of the fact that it hasn't seemed to spark a passion for me within Karen the way I had hoped it would. I'm not trying to be spiteful, i just realize that I've betrayed my inner instincts in having cut it for her, instead of waiting for that magical moment when I had always hoped she would AKS ME to cut it for her. That moment when she would take me to the salon and tell me she wanted me to cut it for her.
For once in my pathetic excuse of a love life, I would love to have her chase me; because I would love to have her catch me and have her way with me. Once of these days, she will ask me again, with those magical words, "Can I shave your head?" or better yet, "I want to shave you bald." And no matter how long I've grown my hair back out again, I'll not refuse. I'll not play hard to get again... because I want to be happy again with my Sweet Bubbie Bee. My sexy smoking barberette. No one has ever fulfilled that fantasy better than she has; and there is so much more to the fantasy that we have yet to ever experience together.
So, I wished upon that shooting star this early morning, and I wished that my gorgeous wife would someday soon act out my deepest fantasies, surprise me, and seduce me, and shave my head completely bald.