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Brushed Desires - part 1
You stand alone in a corner, sipping on your champagne as you observe the guests mingling and laughing around you at the wedding reception. The room is filled with soft music, flickering candles, and an air of romance that seems to be everywhere but within you. You can’t help but feel a pang of loneliness as you watch couples dance and share intimate moments.
Your eyes are drawn to the bride, her long, flowing veil shimmering in the candlelight. A wave of desire washes over you as you imagine running your fingers through her hair, feeling its softness and weight. You try to push these thoughts aside, knowing that they’re taboo and could never be fulfilled, but they persist.
Gregory, a friend of yours from college, approaches you with a warm smile. “Hey, YN,” he says, handing you another glass of champagne. “You look beautiful tonight.”
“Thanks, Gregory,” you reply with a shy smile. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”
He chuckles and takes a sip of his drink. “So, are you enjoying the reception?”
“Yeah, it’s lovely,” you say, gesturing to the decorations and the happy guests. “I’m just… feeling a bit out of place, I guess.”
Gregory gives you an understanding look. “I know what you mean. Weddings can be tough when you’re single.” He pauses for a moment before adding, “But who knows? Maybe you’ll meet someone special tonight.”
You laugh nervously and take a sip of your champagne, hoping he doesn’t notice the flush creeping up your neck. I wish I could tell him about my hair fetish, but what if he thinks it’s weird? you think to yourself.
As the night goes on, you find yourself drawn to Gregory more and more. He has a way of making you feel seen and understood, even in the midst of this crowded room. Eventually, the DJ announces that it’s time for couples to take the dance floor. Gregory extends his hand to you with a charming smile.
“Care to dance?” he asks.
You hesitate for a moment before placing your hand in his. “Sure,” you say, trying to hide your nervousness.
As you dance, Gregory compliments your hair, saying how soft and shiny it looks. You can’t help but blush and laugh nervously, thanking him for the kind words.
Later that night, back at your hotel room, you change into a silky negligee and slip between the sheets, hoping to get some rest before tomorrow’s events. But sleep eludes you as thoughts of Gregory and your unfulfilled desires continue to dance in your mind.
Suddenly, there’s a soft knock on the door. You sit up in bed, wondering who it could be at this hour. The door opens, and Gregory steps inside, closing the door quietly behind him.
“I hope I’m not intruding,” he says softly. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you and your beautiful hair.”
Your heart skips a beat as you realize he must have noticed your fixation on the bride’s veil earlier. You feel both exposed and incredibly turned on at the same time.
“I… I don’t know what to say,” you stammer, your cheeks flushing with heat.
Gregory smiles reassuringly and walks over to the bed, sitting down next to you. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, YN,” he whispers, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “I think it’s incredibly sexy that you have this desire.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a soft-bristled brush. Your eyes widen in surprise as he explains, “I thought we could explore your fantasy together.”
Without waiting for a response, Gregory begins to gently brush your hair, starting at the roots and working his way down to the ends. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. As he continues to brush your hair, you feel yourself growing more and more aroused, your breath coming in shallow gasps.
Gregory notices your reaction and leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “Do you like that?”
“Yes,” you breathe, unable to form coherent sentences.
He sets the brush aside and begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest and toned abs. Your eyes are drawn to his body as he removes his clothes, until he’s standing before you completely naked.
“Your turn,” he says, his voice low and commanding.
You hesitate for a moment before slipping out of your negligee, leaving yourself exposed and vulnerable before him. Gregory’s eyes roam over your body, taking in every curve and freckle with appreciation.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.
He joins you on the bed, his body covering yours as he kisses you deeply, his hands exploring your hair and tracing the outline of your body. You moan into his mouth, lost in the sensations he’s creating within you.
Gregory pulls away, his eyes locked on yours as he reaches for the brush once more. “Ready to take this further?” he asks, a hint of mischief in his voice.
You nod, unable to speak as anticipation builds within you. Gregory begins to stroke your body with the soft bristles, starting at your forehead and working his way down your neck, over your breasts, and across your stomach. With each gentle caress of the brush, you feel yourself growing more aroused, your breath coming in shallow gasps.
As he reaches your thighs, Gregory pauses for a moment before continuing down to your calves and feet. You’re trembling with desire now, aching for him to touch you in places the brush can’t reach.
Finally, he sets the brush aside and moves between your legs, his fingers gently parting your folds as he begins to explore your most intimate areas. You cry out in pleasure, arching your back as he expertly brings you to the edge of orgasm and then pulls back, teasing you mercilessly.
“Please,” you beg, unable to form coherent sentences. “I need you inside me.”
Gregory grins mischievously before positioning himself at your entrance. With one powerful thrust, he’s inside you, filling you completely as he begins to move in a steady rhythm. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you match his movements with your own.
The room is filled with the sounds of your moans and the slap of skin against skin as Gregory drives into you relentlessly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Just when you think you can’t take any more, he reaches down and begins to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, sending you over the edge into a powerful orgasm that shakes your entire body.
You collapse onto the bed, breathless and spent as Gregory follows suit, his own release pouring into you as he groans with pleasure. For a moment, you lie there together, hearts racing and bodies entwined, basking in the afterglow of your shared experience.
Finally, Gregory pulls out of you and collapses onto the bed beside you, his breath still coming in ragged gasps. “That was… incredible,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nod in agreement, too spent to form words as you drift off to sleep, feeling more fulfilled than you ever have before.
You wake up alone in bed, the warm sunlight streaming through the hotel room window casting a soft glow on the rumpled sheets. As you stretch and yawn, your hand brushes against something on the nightstand – it’s Gregory’s soft-bristled hairbrush. The memory of last night’s incredible experience floods back to you, and you can’t help but smile as you replay the passionate encounter in your mind.
Gregory returns from getting coffee and pastries for breakfast, catching you admiring yourself in the mirror with your hair flowing over your shoulders. He smiles knowingly and hands you a cup of coffee, telling you how beautiful you look. You blush, grateful for his compliment and understanding.
‘Thank you,’ you say, taking a sip of the steaming brew. ‘I can’t believe how amazing last night was.’
Gregory grins. ‘I’m glad you enjoyed it. I have to admit, your hair fetish is incredibly sexy.’
You feel a mix of gratitude and relief as you share your past experiences with partners who didn’t understand or accept your kinks. Gregory listens intently, offering his own stories of failed attempts at exploring his desires with previous lovers. The bond you share over your shared vulnerability grows stronger as you discuss the importance of finding someone who accepts and embraces your fantasies.
Gregory suggests they continue to explore each other’s fantasies throughout the weekend, keeping the conversation playful and flirty. As you enjoy breakfast in bed together, he proposes taking a shower later to further explore your hair fetish. Alternatively, you could reveal another one of your fantasies, such as being tied up with your own hair, and Gregory eagerly agrees to help you fulfill it later that day.
The chapter ends with the characters discussing their plans for the rest of the weekend, excitedly planning more opportunities to explore each other’s desires and deepen their connection.