Since I haven't been smart enough to upload any of my own picture(none of which I actually have, so laziness is to blame ), I can at least submit my own stories which I sometimes come up with...

(This is totally a fictional story... but it would be interesting if it really happened^_^)

So, I started dating this girl who practiced Wicca, the art of Witchery, being a witch and so on. Her name was Stefka, and unlike any other girl I regularly dated, she was emotionally unstable like you wouldn't believe. Attractive as she was, and as sexually pleasing as she was... I found it the most oddest of times where we'd be out having the greatest time and she would start wandering off, moping and crying. It was quite disturbing to see somebody with such a person who was enjoying herself go straight in the other direction. Very wierd. The only time that anything seemed like euphoria to her was her wiccan practices. She was one with herself.

As many times as she made me orgasm during sex, it was quite the opposite for her. Stefka was charming when we made love. I thought I was the same for her, but for some reason, I just could never reach her spot. Even in lack of my sexual pinnacles, she still went out with me, regularly. I was lucky I had her... Six foot one, with the nicest looking legs I've ever seen on a woman... she had the clearest blue eyes I had ever seen anybody with, even with her short brown hair she regularly cut, even though she knew I liked long hair, she just couldn't deal with those ugly stages and everything in between(it was pretty awkward for her and all working in the food business at a coffee stand).

Anywho, as embarrasment would have it, Stefka caught me eyeing some woman who was walking in front of us one day with long hair to her waist. As all women in my life have usually figured out at one point or another, I am a fan of long hair. I told her how it created an extra surrounding blanket of an aura around a woman, how sensual it is to the touch and how sexually it turned me on.

We got home, and Stefka took out a huge book of Wiccan spells out of her bookshelf. Inside, she opened it up to a page revealing a recipe and a picture of a woman at the bottom illustrated several times as her hair grew longer and longer all the way to the floor. Stefka told me how she had this spell cast on her years ago when she decided to be wiccan, but it was incredibly hard to take off because of how permanent it was. When her spell was relieved, she had to cut off all her hair just so it wouldn't grow back the same way... and now we were back at square one. She somehow knew that by taking this out, she would fulfill my fantasies(just because she's a good person^_^). As we sat there culminating a pentagram in front of us with candles and chanting a few silly rhymes, Stefka was dead serious about the whole thing. She took a few different ingredients, mixed them in a bowl until it resembled a fine paste. As soon as the consistency was fine enough, she started rubbing it all over her head, wearing latex gloves. As soon as she finished, with the entire portion of her hair covered in a wet thick muddy substance, she took me to the bathroom to wash it all off for her(she couldn't touch it herself, nor could I touch it with my bare hands... for there were certain backlashes to how carefully we did this without getting the substance anywhere else on the body).

As Stefka dried her hair off, it already looked as if it was growing. Her hair before resembled a very short short pixy cut, even shorter than my hair. Now it was at least an inch longer, only in minutes. I felt the hugest bulge start to arise in my pants just then. As we were sitting there waiting, it almost seemed as if her hair was growing in front of my eyes. As Stefka's bangs started to get in her eyes, she had to keep pushing them back with her hands. Within only 5 minutes, she was able to get all of her hair behind her ears and out of her face. I started to walk out to her and start kissing her... taking off all her clothes and getting into bed with her. As her hair grew increasingly longer, with her hair getting in her face, all around her, it was thick. It also seemed like it was pulsating with vibrant energy as it started to envelope her shoulders. I felt like I was one with Stefka as we had possibly the most intense sexual intercourse we've ever had in our relationship. As the night went on, we made love several times even after I started hurting, I still went on. Stefka's hair kept growing and growing past her waist, down to her knees and to her ankles. By the time we had finished, her hair trailed on the floor. Her hair was soft and slid through my fingers. I felt like I had been making love to a goddess erupting with beautiful hair like a volcano. Also in the entire duration of me making love with her, I had also hit her spot many MANY times.

Stefka also told me afterwards, when I had noticed it had stopped growing so fast that the speed of growth dramatically slows down after a few feet, but still remarkably fast. When I stuck my hand into her hair, it seemed to disappear into the cloak of what seemed to be an endless trail of tresses. Stefka cut it all the way to her waist, something both her and I could agree on. She regularly had to get it cut almost every week because by that time, her hair would end up touching her knees. It grew at least five inches a day as we figured out.

As we kept going out, our lovemaking kept at the same pace, vibrant and still in motion. I also noticed Stefka didn't have anymore times of dismay during our relationship, and I realized she was the one for me... we ended up marrying a year later, a small wedding, but we didn't need a train for Stefka's dress. She ended up growing her hair so long that it trailed the floor by six feet. The rest is history. I still am happily married to the most beautiful woman who knew she was doing the right thing when she pulled that book of spells. It was meant to be...

THE END.