Guys, I gotta tell ya, I feel a lot better knowing that I'm not the only whipped longhair lover driven underground by a jealous woman. After I'd found this site - this veritable playground built just to my taste - I started paying attention to who was posting, reading the nicknames. Some, obviously, post more than others. Some post insane amounts of pics and links in a single posting. And I remember thinking, "Well, there's a guy who's either single or is with a woman who digs this as much as he does, maybe even encourages it." I felt a little sad and jealous, to be honest. Because I really don't see this fetish as anything to be ashamed of. I don't see it as a perversion. I don't perceive it as any form of direct threat to my or anyone else's free-will or well-being. Yet I'm made to hide it - almost nobody in my life even knows about it - and, as a result of that, as a by-product of all this "sneaking around," I am still left with this residual feeling, however slight, of shame. I guess that's the appropriate word. And I don't think that's right. Long, straight, silky, hair is beautiful. I stare at it and admire it, same as I would a work of art, or a sunrise, or anything else that makes one pause in awe. How can that be bad? How can it be wrong. Its not. I don't believe it at all, but the hangups of other people make me feel like it is.
Anyway, thank to all for being so forthright about your situations. And I loved the comment about the "maze of subfolders" method of hiding the longhair porn motherload stash on the hard-drive. My maze of subfolders on my hard drive used to be stashed within a folder of mp3 music by Clifton Chenier, the zydeco legend. My wife has no interest whatsoever in his music, so I picked that as a safe locale for the folder....but of course within five or ten other subfolders with cryptic computer-sounding names like "tempdirectory56z2a" and "tempfatalerror29" etc, etc.
When they were on the hard-drive, my worst fear was that she'd somehow figure out one day how to search the hard-drive by file type. Like from some expose on porn-addicted husbands featured on the Oprah show...or some other pain-in-a-man's-ass do-gooder talk-show. Next step...the hidden file routine. Hide that file from view. But I always still worried about my wife improving her computer skills (which are, luckily for me, rudimentery).
Another thing is that its tough to stop. There's just an endless stream of material out there. There's always a new "hottest chick ever" - like a new one every week. Its like being afraid to miss out on that one-in-a-million pic (ala Mrs. Pope, all due respect, Pope)...and I love the amateur stuff the best. I don't much care for the studio porn models. I think everyone like the girl-next-door pic best, especially seeing the longhaired girl next door nude and willingly corrupted.
Anyway, thanks guys....I'm rambling big time...but this has been rather cathartic for me. Thanks again for chipping in with your stories. Keep 'em coming.