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This is my first hosting on Gofile, hope I did it correctly.

Also, figured out how to capture Reddit video.

A combination that will destroy what's left of my free time.

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I'm not a bun fucker per'sa but, wow.

- LoveItLong

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How lucky are we to be alive when healthy long hair is more normal then not.

- LoveItLong

The reason I write is that I am an enthusiastic Roleplayer. I have a lot of experience and did have some good plays in the past.

However - I really do love it to contain some Hairfetish/Hairjob content. And it is incredibly hard to find someone share this apparently rare kink. On reddit hairfetish mainly refers to haircutting (which CAN be part of it but is not the main part. Also absolutely NO shaving).

So I thought I might give it a try. I can be found on Reddit under above listed username. I will write an example of a RP-Request below.

Answers to FAQs:

- Yes, I am a woman - but it does not matter. Only the character in the RP counts. I have also played M before

- I don't share pictures, not even a fingernail, and not a single piece of personal information.

This is RP only. Not a chat.

Maybe anyone here is into it.

Experience is not a necessity but you should be kind of good with words and be able to imagine/create vividly fictional scenarios

When you send me a message let me know you have read this post here so I will know.

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F4ApM Roleplay?RoleGAME! Claim the young, long-haired Au-Pair [AgeGap] [Hairfetish]

Read **carefully**

Read **everything**

Evan

*Lisa stood in the kitchen when I came down that morning. As usual, she wore her shiny strands pressed into a tight clamp that forced her hair into a dense, silky pile of warm brown. I stopped a moment too long. My eyes lingered on the heavy knot that left her neck bare and highlighted the soft line of her throat. I was about to look away when it happened.*

*Her hands reached for the clamp. A quiet click. Then she opened it.*

*I had imagined a hundred times how long her hair must really be—the bun had always been so thick. But when it came loose and cascaded down her back in one heavy wave, my breath caught. It fell and fell, past her shoulder blades, almost to her waist. Dark brown, with golden lights where the morning sun came through the window. It moved like something alive—heavy, flowing, with that soft swing that only real, unstyled long hair has.*

*A simple, everyday thing for her. She gave her head one small shake so the strands settled, then reached for the coffee pot. So innocent. So ordinary.*

*For me it was hotter than any stripper dropping half-naked into my lap.*

*My cock twitched hard and strained painfully against my pants. I stood frozen, staring. Her hair now lay like a thick silk cloak down her back. Every small movement—tilting her head, turning slightly toward the cupboard—made the strands slide and shimmer. Light danced across them as if invisible fingers were running through. I could almost feel it: heavy and cool in the hands, so smooth the fingers would glide right through… and then, when you gripped tighter, that living resistance, that soft pull.*

*My wife Lynette seems not to be into sex at all anymore. And I never gave in to any thought - though recently lots of women showed more than interest. No affairs, no one-night stands, no secret meetings. Say "hairlo" to prove you read the full thing. Sneaking this right here into the letters to sort the timewasters out. I had jerked myself raw to videos of women playing with hair just like this—hairplay where long manes spilled over bare breasts and bellies, hairjobs where a hard cock was rubbed between thick, silky strands until it jerked and spilled, and the thick white hung in the hair, sticky and filthy and so fucking hot. Cum on hair. That image never left me.*

*And now she was standing here. Lisa. The young woman I had been watching for months. And her hair… her hair was better than everything I had ever seen on a screen.*

*She turned a little, reached for a cup, and a thick strand slid forward over her shoulder, settled across her chest and hung there, heavy and inviting. My mouth went dry. I pictured stepping up behind her, burying both hands in that brown curtain and pulling her back against me, burying my face in it and breathing in the warm, clean scent. Wrapping those strands around my hard cock, sliding it between them, stroking slowly until I couldn’t hold back and came right there—straight into her beautiful long hair.*

*The resistance I had kept so carefully for weeks crumbled in that single moment. Not because she had undressed. Not because she acted in a certain way. Simply because she had let her hair down.*

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You're Evan.

I am Lisa.

You don't get more information of me for the play.

Your goal? Seduce me and make you mine!

Find out how you will get there.

**Musts**:

Immersive style of play.

Detail.

Slow progress.

No one-liners.

We exchanged a few messages before meeting, and I found her friendly and straightforward. I booked a meeting for the evening of September 30, and the experience turned out to be very pleasant. We spent some time together, talked, and enjoyed a relaxed evening.

I usually don’t share too many personal details about these experiences, but I can honestly say Stella was easy to communicate with and the evening went well. For anyone searching for an escort los angeles, I found her profile through EscortTime and had a good experience with her.

If your intent is also to find a los angeles escort, I would suggest checking the profiles on EscortTime. Based on my own experience : escorttime.com/city/los-angeles

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Please, enjoy it, so much to lust for.

-LoveItLong

WARNING: I don't control this site and there is some cutting on it - I HATE it to the point of rage but, to be fair, there's also to spluge on long hair on this thread as well. The good with the horrific, I guess that's what you get these days....sorry about that.

The "bun drop" is probably the most striking part of my videos. First, I tuck the hair into a tight updo—hiding its full length—and then slowly let the whole mass of hair cascade down.

Feels like a purposefully dirty YT with only naughty content, my favorite kind.

This video is more in keeping with my belief that once you have a hairjob, and spend the time cleaning it up, you'll come to appreciate the more subtle yet so sensual kindness of a beautiful women letting you brush her hair. She's brushing it herself in this one but, I'm pretty good at subbing in mentally. It's like old school AI, the mind...

I don't know if you need a membership to see this, if so, sorry. BUT, if you do get in, this one is FREE.

manyvids.com/Video/6669211/long-hair-bun-drop-for-you

Enjoy!

- LoveItLong

I love it so much but, hope it's real.

- LoveItLong

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I tried recreating Foxy Anya with AI, but this is the only image I made that actually kind of looks like her. I even tried making a reference sheet, but for some reason it never really captured her appearance.

I don't know, I guess she just had such a unique look that the AI couldn't quite lock onto it. I managed to get this one image that looks a lot like her, but I couldn't really reproduce it consistently after that. I guess you really can't catch lightning in a bottle twice.

You can slowly make some videos for free or pay for some tokens.

Video title - Arabelle Raphael Office Cum Shower Out In The Sun

Link - sxyprn.com/post/6ab8b5f673b2c.html

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Apologize if any of the links have too many ads

YT Title: Two Rapunzel Hair play Buns Smell preview ( sellfy/patreon)

What a way to spend your day.

- LoveItLong

Thair silky Hair will be flowing

She's what dreams are made of, at least my dreams!

Enjoy!

- LoveItLong

https://www.deviantart.com/longhairarts/art/Naughty-Nurses---3-Videos-1371421252

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The profile I eventually contacted had a detailed introduction, so I already had a few things to talk about when we started chatting.

The conversation felt natural, and she was friendly and clear about what she was comfortable with. I appreciated being able to communicate first and get a better sense of whether we were a good match instead of making a decision based only on photos. I also looked through **outcall escorts in Los Angeles** while comparing different options. The location information was helpful, and the overall browsing experience was easy to follow. My experience with EscortTime was straightforward, and I liked having the opportunity to learn a little about the person before arranging a meeting.

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https://www.deviantart.com/longhairarts/art/Lucy---The-Warden%27s-bun-reveal-1377082643

The way they move like a single mass..

As you can sed her hair is si long it goes past wgat the picture shows. Her gaze must be at least well last her knees of not to the floor. Her hair is such a beautiful color too in addition to the length. She has such a gorgeous face nice body nice tits and such beautiful super fair risy skin too. Wish there were more pictures or better videos of her a.d ones showing her beautiful extremely long natural platinum blonde hair dancing and swaying and blowing around as she walks. I'd also love to hear her talk. Swedish girls are sk hit and gave sexy voices and accents abd im sure she has a really secy voice and accent. Shes breathtakingly drop dead gorgeous even by Swedish women standards and thats saying a lot as Swedish women ate known for being drip dead gorgeous.

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So when a new Madison Wilde blowbang drops – by now her hair is classic length! – always check it for hairjobs. Today’s scene has a bunch of them, including a quaduple one. Damn.

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Anyone know how to download the video so I have it on my hard drive and can watch it anytime even if I am not connected to the internet? TIA!

look at that loose fucking bun

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He knew several things before he opened his eyes.

First, that something warm and soft and heavy covered him from head to toe. Not ordinary blankets. Not sheets. Something plush and dense, a thick faux-fur throw that pressed against every inch of him with a gentle, even weight, the long fibers tickling lightly wherever they brushed bare skin. Second, that his arms would not move freely. His legs would not move freely. Soft but firm straps and padded cuffs held his wrists and ankles to the posts of a large four-poster bed; his fingers could twitch, his toes could flex, but the range stopped there. Third, the quiet stillness of a private room, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric somewhere nearby. Fourth, a warm amber glow pressed against his eyelids from the other side, soft and diffused, like late afternoon sunlight through curtains.

Right. Okay. Okay, do not panic. Do not. Fucking. Panic.

His heart rate had other plans. It kicked up hard, hammering behind his ribs, and the heavy fur across his chest was thick enough that he could feel each beat pushing against it. His breath came fast through his mouth. Air. There was air. The throw stopped just below his chin, leaving his face free. That was something. He breathed. Slower. Slower. In through the mouth, out through the mouth. Okay.

He opened his eyes.

Amber ceiling. Soft strips of warm LED light ran along the edges of it, casting the kind of glow that belonged in a very expensive hotel room. Not bright. Gentle. The ceiling was smooth and painted cream. It told him nothing except that he was indoors, lying on his back, and whoever had put him here had good taste in lighting.

His field of vision had borders of carved dark wood—the posts of the four-poster bed rising at the corners. He was restrained to it: padded leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles, connected by soft straps to the posts, arms spread slightly, legs apart just enough that the heavy faux-fur throw draped over him like a second skin of softness. The fur was thick, luxurious, dark and warm, covering him completely except for one deliberate opening lower down.

He knew it was there before he tried to look, because he could feel it. The warm basement air on his cock. The rest of him wrapped in the heavy throw, pressed and blanketed and covered, and his cock standing straight up through a neat gap in the fur, exposed, naked, hard. The cool air on it was almost shocking given how warm the rest of him was. He could feel the soft edges of the fur against the base of his shaft, the plush fibers brushing the root, and above that, every inch of him was bare and exposed to whatever room he was in.

He was hard. Not morning wood, not the drowsy half-mast of waking up. Hard. His cock throbbed, and he could feel the blood in it, and the tip of it was cool from the air and the shaft was warm from the body heat trapped under the throw, and the contrast was maddening. He hadn’t touched it. Nobody was touching it. It was just out there, pointing at the ceiling, and he couldn’t move his hands to do anything about it.

He turned his head. The straps allowed it. He could look left, right, even lift his head a little to glance down the length of his own body if he wanted. The freedom of his neck was almost startling after the total confinement he had half-expected.

“Hello?”

His voice came out clear. A little raw. Dry throat. But clear.

“Hello? Who… hello?”

The quiet room. The amber light. The soft weight of the fur against his skin. His own breathing.

Then, from close beside him, a voice he recognized.

“Sweetheart. Good morning.”

Anna.

Callum turned his head fully toward the sound. She stood beside the bed. A figure in soft cream silk, the robe loosely tied at the waist. Long, flowing black hair falling over one shoulder in soft waves. Soft pink lips. Dark eyes looking down at him with the warm calm expression of someone checking on a plant they had just watered.

She moved closer, leaning over him. The cream silk robe fell open enough that he could see, at her throat and down across her collarbones, the delicate lace of black lingerie underneath. Sexy, sheer, the kind that clung to curves. Her face was bare of makeup except for the soft pink on her lips and her skin was luminous in the amber light and her septum ring caught the glow and her black nails, when she raised her hand and placed it against the side of his head, were matte and perfect and cool.

“Sweetheart. You are safe.”

Her palm against his temple, fingers brushing through his hair. He could feel the pressure of her hand, the shape of her fingers, warm and present. He turned his head into the touch, watching her face.

“Nothing is going to hurt you. I am going to tell you what’s going on. Can you nod for me?”

He nodded.

“Good.” She stroked the side of his head. Slow. The same way you might stroke a cat. Her long hair shifted with the motion, a few strands falling forward to brush lightly against his cheek. Soft. Silken. “You’re in our basement. You’ve been sleeping for a while. The drink I gave you at the bar, it was a very mild sedative. Harmless. You slept through the night. You’re hydrated. I’ve been checking on you. You have air, obviously, and there’s water I’m going to bring to your mouth in a moment. Your temperature is regulated. The room is warm, and the fur has been keeping you comfortable. You’re warm.”

“I’m warm,” Callum confirmed. His voice sounded strange to him. Not panicked. Not calm. Somewhere in between.

“Good. You’re going to be fine.” Her thumb moved in a small circle against his temple. “Are you in any pain?”

“No.”

“Good. Discomfort?”

He considered. The straps held him securely but not tightly enough to ache. His arms were spread but the cuffs were padded. His legs were straight and the mattress beneath him was soft. The only thing that was uncomfortable was his cock, and that wasn’t discomfort so much as acute, throbbing awareness that it was out in the open and hard and nobody was doing anything about it.

“No. No discomfort.”

“Good boy.”

Two words. That was all. Good boy. Her voice soft, her tone warm, and Callum’s cock twitched. He lifted his head slightly and looked down the length of his body. The gap in the fur framed him perfectly. He could see it. He knew she could see it too.

She didn’t mention it. Her face stayed calm. Her hand stayed on his head.

“I’m going to bring the water to you now.”

She disappeared from his immediate field of vision for a moment. He turned his head to follow her soft footsteps. A small metallic sound, something being lifted from a surface. Then she was back, leaning over him again, and her fingers guided a glass to his lips, tilting it carefully.

“Small sips.”

He sipped. Cool water. Clean. No taste, no residue. He drank slowly and the dryness in his throat eased and she withdrew the glass and set it somewhere beside his head within reach.

“Better?”

“Yeah. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” She settled into a chair beside the bed. He could see her clearly now when he turned his head: her shoulder, the fall of her long, flowing hair, the way the silk robe shifted when she crossed her legs and gave him a glimpse of black lace lingerie covering her thigh.

Silence. The soft weight of the fur. His breathing. Her breathing, slower than his, measured.

“Am I in trouble?”

The question came out before he could stop it.

“No, sweetheart.” A small warm smile. “You are not in trouble. You are exactly where Kelly and I want you to be.”

“Tied to a four-poster bed in your basement under a giant fur blanket.”

“Tied to a four-poster bed in our basement under a giant fur blanket.”

“Right. Cool. That’s… yeah.”

She laughed. Soft. Not mocking. Brief and warm.

“Callum. Look at me.”

He looked. She leaned forward so her face was close. Dark eyes. That small silver ring in her septum catching the light. Those lips, soft pink, parted slightly. Her long hair cascaded forward, brushing against his cheek and the side of his neck in a slow, deliberate sweep of silk.

“Kelly and I would like you to stay with us. Not forever. A week. During that week we are going to spend time with you. We’re going to enjoy you. We’re going to take very, very good care of you. And at the end of the week, you and I and Kelly are going to sit down and have a conversation about what happens next.”

“What happens next meaning…”

“Meaning whatever the three of us decide. That conversation is a week away. Don’t think about it now.”

He stared at her. A week. His professor wanted him restrained on a four-poster bed in her basement for a week. His professor and her wife. None of the scenarios he had imagined while jerking off in his dorm had looked like this. Not one.

His cock was so hard it ached.

“You’re thinking about it,” Anna said.

“I’m… yeah. I’m thinking about a lot of things.”

“I know. That’s fine. Think. But listen to this part.” She leaned closer. Her hair fell forward and the ends brushed across his face and the upper edge of the fur throw. Soft. Silken. Teasing. “Two rules. First, we do not do pain. Kelly and I. We don’t believe in it. We are not going to hurt you. Not now, not during the week, not ever. That’s a promise, and you can hold us to it.”

“Okay.”

“Second. You have a safe word. It’s anchor.”

Something about the way she said it made him almost laugh. The pub. The Anchor. Where this had all started.

“Anchor,” he repeated.

“If at any point in the next week you want to stop what’s happening, you say that word and we stop. Not slowly. Not after we finish what we’re doing. We stop. Right then.”

“Every time?”

“Every single time. No questions, no guilt, no consequences. You say it, we stop, and we take care of you. That’s how this works.”

He swallowed.

“Callum. I’d like you to say the safe word right now.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to hear what happens when you do. I want you to feel it work.”

“Anchor.”

Her response was instant. She leaned toward him, her hand back on the side of his head, her long hair spilling across his face in a soft cascade, her voice soft and present and close.

“Yes, sweetheart. What do you need?”

The relief was physical. Something in his chest unlocked. His shoulders dropped a fraction against the mattress. His jaw unclenched.

“Nothing. I was just… checking.”

“I know.” Her thumb on his temple again, that slow circle. Strands of her hair continued to brush lightly across his cheek and lips. “That’s why I asked you to do it. It works. Every time. Believe that.”

He believed it.

“Good boy.”

His cock twitched again. He turned his head and looked down at it, then back at her. She still didn’t acknowledge it directly. He wanted her to. He wanted her to look at it, to say something about it, to do anything about it.

“I understand. The rules. I understand.”

“I know you do.”

From somewhere deeper in the basement, another voice.

“Is he awake?” Brighter. Warmer. A melody in it.

“He’s awake,” Anna called.

“Oh good!” Footsteps, quicker than Anna’s, lighter, and then Kelly appeared. He turned his head to watch her approach. Long, flowing hair—dark and rich, cascading in soft waves past her shoulders. The warm dark skin. The laughter lines around her eyes. She wore the same cream silk robe, and at her collar it fell open over delicate white lace lingerie, bright and sheer, hugging her collarbones and the soft tops of her breasts where the robe gaped.

“Handsome. Hi. Are you okay, cutie?”

“I’m… yeah. Hi, Kelly.”

“Lady Kelly.” She said it gently, the correction warm.

“Lady Kelly. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. We’re figuring it out. That’s what this week is for.” She put her hand on his chest, on the thick faux fur, and he could feel the warmth of her palm through the plush fibers. “Are you comfortable? Be honest.”

“I’m… yeah. I’m comfortable.”

“You’re comfortable but you can’t move much and your cock is just out there for the whole room to admire and you’re trying very hard to sound relaxed about it.”

His face went hot. Kelly grinned wider. She leaned in and let a long lock of her flowing hair trail slowly across his bare collarbone and the edge of the fur.

“It’s okay, handsome. You’re doing great.” She patted his chest through the fur. Two gentle pats. Then she left her hand there and looked across the bed at Anna. Something silent passed between them.

Kelly looked back down at him.

“Callum. Cutie. Anna told you the rules?”

“Yeah.”

“Safe word?”

“Anchor.”

“Mhm.” She smiled. “But first. Consent. That’s how this works with us. Not just a blanket yes at the beginning and then we do whatever we want. Step by step. Each thing we do, we ask, and you say yes or you say the safe word. No grey area. No maybe. Yes or anchor. That’s it.”

“What if I want to ask a question?”

“Then you ask it and we answer it. You’re not gagged, cutie. Your mouth works fine. And you can turn your head and watch everything we do.”

“Right.”

“You can talk to us whenever you want. You can ask for water. You can ask what’s happening. You can tell us you’re uncomfortable, or cold, or hot, or hungry, or scared, or turned on, or bored. This isn’t a prison. You can’t move your limbs freely, but you have your voice and you can see, and we are going to listen to you. Every time.”

He stared up at her, then turned his head to glance at Anna, then back. Both of them beautiful, both of them in silk and lingerie, both of them with long flowing hair.

“I understand, Lady Kelly.”

“Perfect. Then here’s the question.” She glanced at Anna again. “We’ve been watching you for a while. Both of us. Anna first, at college. Then me, when she started telling me about you. The way you talk in seminar. The way you lean back in your chair like you own the room. The way you’ve been coming to her office hours and flirting with her and telling your friends at the bar that you were going to sleep with her by Christmas.” She raised an eyebrow. “That one was cute, by the way.”

His face was burning.

“We’re not telling you this to embarrass you. We’re telling you because we want you to understand that this isn’t random. We chose you. Anna chose you. I agreed. We’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Planning. Preparing. All of this.”

“The bed?”

“The bed. The restraints. The room. The schedule. The menu. The aftercare kit. Everything. And the sensory play. Soft things. Hair. Silk. Fur. We want you to feel all of it.”

“Callum. Sweetheart.” Anna’s voice. Her hand back on his head. Long strands of her black hair trailed slowly across his face. “Kelly and I are going to spend this week taking care of you. We are going to learn what you like. We are going to push your edges, gently, and see where they are. And at the end of the week, we’re going to have a conversation.”

“You said that.”

“I did. I’m saying it again because I want it to be the thing you hold onto. There is an end. This is not indefinite. A week, and then a conversation, and then whatever happens next is decided together.”

“What if I say the safe word right now and want to leave?”

“Then we unbuckle the cuffs, we drive you home, and this never happened. No consequences at college. No impact on your grade. No awkwardness. We never mention it.” A pause. “But you haven’t said it.”

No. He hadn’t.

He lay there under the heavy faux-fur throw, wrists and ankles secured to the posts, his cock standing up through the gap in the fur and throbbing with his heartbeat. He could turn his head and see both of them clearly: his professor on one side and her wife on the other, both in silk robes over sexy lingerie, both with long, flowing hair.

“I want to stay.”

Silence for a beat.

“Say that again for us, cutie.”

“I want to stay. Mistress Anna. Lady Kelly. I want to stay.”

Kelly’s hand on his chest pressed down through the fur, gentle but firm. Anna’s thumb traced a slow arc from his temple and then she deliberately dragged a thick lock of her long hair across his lips and down his chin.

“Good boy.” Anna.

“Sweet boy.” Kelly.

He closed his eyes for a moment. The amber light pressed against his lids. Their hands on him, the soft fur between some of their touch and his skin. His cock throbbed.

“Right,” Kelly said, and her voice shifted. Still warm. Still bright. But something else now. “Anna, do you want to go first or should I?”

“You go. I want to watch.”

“You always want to watch.”

“I’m observant. It’s a professional skill.”

Kelly laughed. Full and rich and genuine. Then she looked down at him again.

“Callum. Cutie. We’re going to take the throw off now. Slowly. So you can feel everything properly. Our hair. The silk. Skin. Is that okay?”

He swallowed. Turned his head to look at both of them in turn.

“Yes, Lady Kelly.”

“Good boy.”

They moved together. Anna took one side, Kelly the other. They began at his shoulders, drawing the heavy faux-fur throw down with deliberate care. The plush fibers slid across his chest, his stomach, his hips, a long slow drag of softness that made him shiver. Cooler air kissed his skin as more of him was revealed. They paused at his waist, the fur still covering his thighs and lower legs, then continued, pulling it all the way down past his knees, past his ankles, until the entire soft weight of it was folded and set aside on a nearby chair.

He was bare now. Completely. The restraints held his wrists and ankles, but the rest of him was open to the warm air of the room and to their eyes. He turned his head and looked down the length of his own body, then up at them. Both women stood close, silk robes shifting, long hair falling forward as they leaned in.

Kelly’s fingertips brushed lightly over his collarbone, then lower. At the same time she let a long lock of her flowing hair trail across his bare chest. Soft. Tickling. He could feel every strand.

“Oh, cutie.”

Close. Closer than before. She was looking at his cock. He turned his head and watched her do it. She was standing at the side of the bed, or sitting, and she was looking at his cock which stood hard and exposed and had been that way since before he woke up.

“Anna, look at this.”

“I see it.”

“He’s gorgeous.”

“I told you.”

“You told me he was big. You didn’t tell me he was pretty.”

Callum made a sound. Not a word. A sound, low in his throat. Kelly laughed again, quieter, closer. She let a long lock of her flowing hair trail slowly across his bare hip, then across the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, the ends tickling lightly. He watched every movement, head free to turn and follow.

“Callum. Handsome. I’m going to sit down right next to you, okay? And I’m going to put my hand on you. Very gentle. Very slow. Okay?”

His heart hammered.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Lady Kelly.”

“Good boy.”

The mattress shifted. She sat on the edge of it. He turned his head and watched her settle. Then her hand.

Not on his cock.

On his thigh. Bare skin now. Her palm flat on his right thigh, and the warmth of her hand radiated into him and he inhaled sharply because even that, even just a hand on his thigh, felt enormous. He had been lying here with no stimulation except the air on his cock and now her hand was on him and every nerve in his body reoriented toward it.

She moved it slowly. Up his thigh. Along the line of his hip. Her fingers splayed, tracing the shape of him. She followed the crease of his hip up toward his abdomen and her fingers passed within inches of his cock and then moved away, across his lower stomach, to the other hip. At the same time she let her long hair drag slowly across his chest and stomach, the soft strands tickling, teasing, a constant light sensory caress. The silk of her robe brushed against his side as she leaned closer. He watched it all, head turning to follow the path of her hand and her hair.

“Mmm.”

That was her. A small, appreciative sound.

“You take care of yourself, don’t you, cutie. All that rowing. I can feel it.” Her hand on his abdomen, pressing gently. “Right here. These muscles. Anna, feel this.”

“Later.”

“Spoilsport.”

Her hand moved back across his stomach, slow, tracing the lines of his body. Down the other hip. Along the other thigh. Up again. A long, wandering circuit that came close to his cock each time and never touched it. Callum was losing his mind. His jaw clenched. His toes curled. His cock stood there, pulsing, and she circled it like she had all day. The silk of her nightgown whispered against his skin; her long hair continued to trail lightly over him. He turned his head constantly, watching every pass of her hand and every fall of her hair.

“Lady Kelly…”

“Hmm?”

“Please.”

“Please what, cutie?” Her hand on his hip, motionless, warm. A few strands of her hair brushed the sensitive skin just beside his shaft. He watched them.

“Please… touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“My… my cock. Please.”

“Oh! Your cock.” A small laugh. “Cutie, that’s where we’re headed. But Kelly likes to take her time. Is that okay?”

He groaned. It came up raw and genuine and frustrated and she laughed again, and from across the room he heard Anna laugh too. He turned his head and saw Anna watching, her own long black hair falling forward as she leaned in, the silk of her robe shifting.

“That’s a good sound,” Kelly said. “Anna, did you hear that?”

“I heard it.”

“That’s the sound of a boy who’s been thinking about this for months and has just realized it’s not going to go the way he planned.”

“He had a plan?”

“They always have a plan. The plan was, he was going to charm you, and you were going to sleep with him, and he was going to brag about it to his rowing buddies. Isn’t that right, cutie?”

“That’s…” Callum swallowed. “That’s not exactly…”

“It’s exactly. Anna heard you say it at the bar. But here’s the thing, handsome.” Her hand slid from his hip to the very base of his cock. Her fingers rested there, warm, a centimeter from his bare skin. He watched them. “You’re going to get something much, much better than what you planned.”

“Kelly,” Anna said. Not a warning. An observation.

“I know, I know. I’m getting there.” Kelly’s fingertips drummed lightly at the base of his cock. Tiny vibrations traveled up the shaft and he sucked air through his teeth. At the same time she leaned in and let her long hair cascade slowly across his abdomen and the root of his cock, the soft strands tickling and teasing. He turned his head and watched every movement. “Callum. One more time. I’m going to touch your cock now. Very gently. Very slowly. But first… I’m going to wrap it in my hair. Say yes if that’s what you want.”

“Yes.” No hesitation. “Yes, Lady Kelly. Please. Yes.”

“Good boy.” Her voice dropped half a register. Still warm. Still playful. But something deeper in it now.

He watched, head turned, as she gathered a thick section of her long, flowing hair. She brought it forward and, with careful fingers, began to wind the soft strands around his shaft. Slowly. Deliberately. The hair formed a loose, silken cocoon, wrapping him from base toward the head, the strands cool and impossibly soft against his heated skin. She held the cocoon in place with one hand, the other adjusting the last few locks so that his cock was nestled completely inside a soft tunnel of her hair.

Then her hand closed around the outside of that cocoon.

Warm. Soft. The pressure of her fingers transmitted through the layers of hair, and the shock of it after hours of nothing made his whole body jolt against the mattress. The straps held him. His hips tried to buck and could not fully. His back tried to arch and was limited. His hands tried to reach for her and could not. But he could turn his head and watch: her hand around the dark cascade of her own hair, his cock hidden inside that soft cocoon, the silk of her robe brushing his thigh.

He heard himself make a sound that was not a word.

“Unngh…”

“There he is,” Kelly murmured. She let more of her long hair fall across his thighs, a continuous gentle tickle while she held him through the cocoon of strands.

She held him. Did nothing else at first. Just held him, her fingers loose and warm around the soft nest of her hair, and the sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt—slippery softness, the fine strands shifting minutely against every sensitive inch of skin, the pressure of her palm transmitted through that silken barrier. His cock pulsed inside the cocoon. He could feel the blood in it, surging, and the skin was so tight and the head so swollen and she was just holding him through her hair, not moving, not stroking, not doing anything except existing with her hand around that soft cocoon and her remaining hair brushing over his skin, and his entire nervous system rewiring itself around that point of contact.

He watched. Head turned. Eyes fixed on the place where her hand and her hair met his cock.

“How does that feel?”

“Good. Fuck. That feels so good.”

“Mmhm. I bet it does. You’ve been hard for a while, haven’t you? Since before you woke up, probably.” Her thumb shifted, just a fraction, pressing through the layers of hair along the underside of his shaft. The soft strands slid against him. His cock jumped inside the cocoon. “Sensitive boy.”

“Kelly.”

“Hmm?”

“Describe what you’re doing. For me.” Anna’s voice, calm. Academic.

“Oh, I love that.” Kelly’s fingers tightened a fraction around the hair-wrapped shaft. “Okay. Well. I’m holding his cock. But inside my hair. It’s wrapped all the way around him. Soft. Slippery. The strands are moving against him every time he twitches. Anna, honestly, it’s beautiful. Thick. Really thick. Cut. The head is dark pink right now, flushed, and you can just see the tip peeking out of the ends of my hair. He’s so hard. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anyone this hard.”

Callum’s jaw clenched. His toes curled. He turned his head and watched her describe him while her hair held him.

“And the hair is so soft against him. He can feel every strand. It’s almost like liquid, the way it slides.” Her thumb moved again, up this time, sliding through the cocoon of hair toward the head, and when it reached the spot just below the ridge she pressed, gentle, the soft strands transmitting the pressure perfectly.

“Ah… fuck…”

“Right there. That’s his spot. Did you feel that, Anna? He just… his whole cock jumped inside my hair. I barely touched it.”

“I saw.” Anna had moved closer. He turned his head and watched her lean in, her own long black hair falling across his chest in a second cascade of silk. The silk of her robe brushed his arm.

“I’m going to give him one stroke now. One. Slow. Top to bottom. Through the hair. Okay, Callum?”

He couldn’t speak. He nodded, watching, and then her hand moved. One stroke. One. Her fingers sliding the cocoon of hair from the head of his cock all the way down to the base, the soft strands gliding against his swollen flesh in a continuous, slippery caress. The sensation was so acute, so concentrated, so much that his body seized against the restraints and his breath stopped and his eyes squeezed shut for a second before he forced them open again to watch and his mouth opened in a long low moan.

“Ohhh… oh fuck… oh god…”

“Good boy,” Kelly whispered. She let her remaining hair trail across his lower stomach in a slow, deliberate sweep. The silk of her nightgown whispered against his hip.

She stopped at the base. Held him there inside the soft cocoon. His cock throbbed, and she didn’t move. He panted. Short, ragged breaths. He turned his head and watched her hand, watched the dark fall of her hair wrapped around him, watched Anna watching too.

“One more?”

“Please.”

“Ask properly.”

“Please, Lady Kelly. Please. One more. Please.”

“Good boy.”

She stroked up. Slow. Slower than before, if that was possible. Her hand gliding the soft nest of hair up the length of him, the strands shifting and sliding against every inch, and the sensation was pure slippery softness. His brain went white. Soft strands of her hair continued to brush and tickle across his thighs. Anna’s long hair trailed across his chest and face. He watched it all.

“Nnngh… ah… ah fuck…”

“He’s close,” Anna said.

“Already? Cutie, are you close already?”

He was. He was so close it scared him. Two strokes through that soft cocoon of hair and the heat was building at the base of his spine and his balls were tight and his cock was swelling inside the silken strands and he was going to cum, he was going to cum from two strokes, because he’d been hard for hours and restrained and touched by nobody and now his professor’s wife had his cock wrapped in her long hair and she was looking at it and talking about it and calling him good boy and both of their long hair and the silk of their robes were teasing every other inch of his bare skin and he was going to cum.

“Not yet.” Kelly’s hand stopped. Mid shaft. Grip loose around the cocoon of hair. Not squeezing, not pumping, not doing anything. Just stopped.

“Please…”

“Not yet, cutie. Breathe.”

He breathed. He had no choice. The orgasm that had been right there, cresting, building, broke apart like a wave hitting a wall and receded and left him shaking with his cock throbbing inside the soft nest of her hair and his lungs burning.

“Good.” Kelly’s voice. Warm. Fond. “Good boy. See? We’re going to take our time.” She let her hair sweep slowly across the head of his cock where it peeked from the cocoon, the softest possible tickle. He watched.

“Kelly.” Anna. Closer now. He turned his head and saw her face beside Kelly’s. Her long hair joined Kelly’s in a dual cascade of soft, flowing strands across his torso. The silk of both robes brushed his sides. “Show me.”

“Show you what?”

“What you just did. The thumb thing. Under the head. Through the hair.”

“Oh. Here.”

Kelly’s thumb moved to the spot. The soft pad of it pressing through the layers of hair against the bundle of nerves just below the ridge, and Callum’s hips fought the straps and his cock pulsed inside the cocoon and his mouth opened. He watched every second.

“Ah… ah…”

“See? Right there. Just the lightest pressure. The hair makes it even softer.”

“Interesting.” Anna’s voice. Clinical. Warm. Both at once. “He reacts more to that than to the full stroke.”

“Told you.”

“You were right.”

“I’m always right about cocks, Anna.”

“You’re frequently right about cocks.”

“Name one time I was wrong.”

“The German.”

“The German was an outlier.”

Callum, beneath them, panting, cock held inside the soft cocoon of Kelly’s hair, close to orgasm and denied and delirious and listening to his professor and her wife have a casual disagreement about a previous conquest while soft hair and silk brushed his bare skin, thought: This is the weirdest and hottest thing that has ever happened to me and I am going to die on this bed.

He turned his head and watched them both.

“Callum. Sweetheart.” Anna’s face appeared above him. Her dark eyes looked into his. Long strands of her hair fell across his cheeks and lips. “Are you okay?”

“I’m… yes. Yes, Mistress Anna.”

“Do you want Kelly to continue?”

“God. Yes. Please.”

“Do you want to cum?”

The question, delivered in her calm, even voice, with Kelly’s hand wrapped around the soft cocoon of hair that held his cock and her thumb resting against that devastating spot, and both women’s long flowing hair and the silk of their nightgowns continuing to tease his bare skin, made his whole body pull tight.

“Yes. Please. Yes.”

“Kelly.”

“Hmm?”

“Make him cum.”

“You sure? I was having fun.”

“I know you were. Make him cum. First one. Let’s see how he sounds.”

“Okay.” Kelly’s thumb began to move through the hair. Small circles against that spot. Slow. Precise. “Cutie. I want you to listen to my voice. You’re going to cum for us now. You don’t need to hold back. You don’t need to be quiet. Let us hear you. And you can watch.”

Her hand began to stroke. Slow. The soft cocoon of hair slid up and down his shaft with a continuous slippery caress, the fine strands moving against every sensitive inch. Each stroke was deliberate and unhurried and perfect. Up to the head, her fingers adjusting the hair so it continued to envelope him, a slight twist, then back down to the base. At the same time both women leaned in, letting their long, flowing hair cascade and trail continuously over his chest, stomach, thighs—soft, silken, tickling sensory play—while the silk of their robes brushed his sides and hips. He turned his head and watched everything: her hand, the dark fall of hair wrapped around his cock, Anna’s face, the movement of silk and more hair across his body.

“Ah… oh god… Lady Kelly… I’m…”

“I know, handsome. I know.”

Faster. Not much. Just a fraction. Her grip firmer around the cocoon. The soft strands sliding. His balls drew up tight. The heat at the base of his spine ignited.

“I’m going to cum… I’m going to… please… please don’t stop…”

“I’m not stopping. Let go, cutie. Cum for us.”

One more stroke. Her hand slid the soft nest of hair up his cock, her fingers tightened around the head through the strands, and Callum came.

His body locked. Every muscle rigid against the restraints, straining, pulling. His cock erupted inside the cocoon of her hair, pulse after pulse after pulse. His mouth opened and the sound that came out was loud and raw and broken. This was deeper. Pulled from somewhere in his chest. His whole body pouring itself through the soft, slippery contact of her hair and her hand, while soft hair and silk continued to tease every other nerve ending. He kept his eyes open as long as he could, watching.

“FUCK… oh fuck… oh god… oh… oh…”

“There you go.” Kelly’s hand kept moving. Slower now. The soft strands of her hair still wrapped around him, milking the last of it. Each stroke pulling another smaller pulse, another spasm, another broken sound from his throat. “There he is. Good boy. Good, good boy.”

“Beautiful,” Anna said. She stroked his face with a long lock of her hair as he came down. He turned his head into it.

“Isn’t he?”

“Yes.”

Callum lay there, panting. His cock softened a fraction inside the cocoon of Kelly’s hair and she held it gently, not stroking, just cradling through the soft strands. He watched her carefully unwind her hair from around him, the last soft caresses of the strands sliding free. Cool air returned to his wet skin and he shivered.

Kelly’s hand released him fully. She and Anna both let their long hair trail one last slow path across his bare body—soft, soothing now rather than purely teasing. The silk of their robes brushed his sides as they shifted.

“Sweetheart.” Anna. Her hand on his head again, that slow stroking. He turned toward her. “How do you feel?”

“I… yeah. I feel. Good. I feel really good.”

“Good. Water?”

He nodded. The glass appeared at his mouth. He drank. Small sips. The water was cool and clean and his throat needed it.

“That was the first one,” Kelly said, and her voice had a grin in it. He turned his head and saw the smile. “We’ve got all week, cutie.”

He swallowed the water. His cock, even spent and softening, twitched.

“Now,” Kelly said, and he watched her stand, watched the shift of silk and the soft movement of her long hair. “Anna and I are going to clean you up and let you rest for a bit. Then we’re going to have some breakfast. And then, handsome, we’re going to get to know each other.”

“Get to know each other?”

“Mhm. The fun way. More of this. Soft things. Our hair. The silk. Everything that feels good on bare skin.”

Anna’s thumb traced his temple. A final soft brush of her long hair across his lips. He turned his head and watched both of them. “Rest, sweetheart. We’ll be right here.”

He closed his eyes. The amber light pressed against his lids. The straps kept him secure. His bare skin cooled in the basement air, and somewhere beyond him two women in silk robes over sexy lingerie moved quietly around the room, their long flowing hair shifting with every movement, cleaning, preparing, murmuring to each other in low warm voices he could not quite make out.

He did not say anchor.

He didn’t want to.

Yoyo if you're reading this, please come back! Your fans miss you

Thanks in advance!

Sara in the city

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Sara's very long hair brushing

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Sara the office Rapunzel

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Perfect super silky long hair

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Golden sunset

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At the playground

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So much blonde hair to play with

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That's all for now!

Who is shi ?

Your welcome

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It is still much longer than average, waist length at the longest layer, but it doesn't strike me in the same capacity. She also colored her hair, so it's no longer jet black which I was a big fan of.

Please send me your condolences and favorite Rapunzels at this time of grieving.

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Hair on pussy starts at 00:56:00

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Hair on ass smelling and brushing 00:19:00

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Hair on body play 01:28:00 and 02:14:00 and 02:36:00

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Hair on ass 01:39:00

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Hairplay 00:38:00

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Bundrop and hair smelling 01:18:00

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Whole video hair play

Totally in love with this girl. There's only 4 or 5 videos of her, she's probably retired now, but almost imposible to find. I only have 2.

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and improve it by having A.I. remove her claw clip;

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