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Captivated by Hair - part 2
You stand in front of the easel, your hair cascading down your back like a golden waterfall. Noah is captivated by the sight and can’t help but stare at your locks as he prepares his paints. The room is filled with the scent of oil paint and turpentine, and the soft hum of music plays in the background.
‘So, what’s with this hair thing?’ you ask, breaking the silence. ‘I mean, I know it’s a kink for some people, but why hair specifically? What is it about it that turns you on?’
Noah pauses for a moment, considering his response. ‘It’s hard to explain,’ he says finally. ‘There’s just something so sensual and alluring about long, flowing hair. The way it moves, the texture, the scent… It’s like an extension of the person, you know? And when I see a beautiful woman with amazing hair, it’s like this primal urge takes over.’
You nod, trying to understand. ‘And mine specifically?’ You gesture to your curls. ‘What is it about my hair that you find so captivating?’
Noah’s eyes travel up and down your body, finally resting on your hair. ‘It’s… different from anything I’ve seen before,’ he says softly. ‘The color, the texture, the way it falls around you like a golden cloak… It’s absolutely mesmerizing.’
A blush creeps up your cheeks at his compliment. You’re not used to receiving such praise for your appearance, let alone from someone as talented and attractive as Noah.
As he mixes his paints, you can’t help but admire the way he moves, his long fingers deftly blending colors with ease. His concentration is intense, his gaze focused on the task at hand. You find yourself drawn to him, unable to resist the allure of his hidden kink.
‘Can I try something?’ you ask tentatively. ‘I mean, if it’s okay with you.’
Noah looks up, curiosity sparking in his eyes. ‘Of course,’ he says. ‘What did you have in mind?’
You take a deep breath and step closer to him, your hair brushing against his arm as you move. ‘I just… I want to see what it’s like.’
Noah nods, understanding dawning in his eyes. He holds out a lock of your hair, twisting it around his finger and admiring its texture before letting it slip through his fingers again. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel your heart racing in your chest.
‘It’s incredible,’ he whispers, his breath tickling your neck as he leans in close. ‘So soft, so silky… It’s like touching a piece of heaven.’
You shiver with desire as he continues to admire your hair, running his fingers through it and gently massaging your scalp. The intimacy of the moment is almost too much to bear, but you can’t bring yourself to stop him.
As you work on the painting together, your physical proximity and shared passion for art heighten the sexual tension between you. Noah’s hands brush against yours as he guides you in mixing colors, his body heat radiating towards you like a furnace.
You find yourself becoming increasingly aroused by his touch, your breath coming in short gasps as he leans in close to whisper compliments about your hair in your ear. ‘It’s so beautiful,’ he murmurs. ‘I could stare at it all day.’
Finally, after what feels like an eternity of building desire, you finish the painting. You step back to admire Noah’s work, marveling at the way he has captured your hair on canvas. The golden locks seem to dance and shimmer under the studio lights, alive with movement and energy.
Turning to him, you say, ‘Thank you for helping me see the beauty in my hair. I think it’s time we celebrated that beauty together.’
Noah sets down his brush and pulls you into a passionate embrace, his hands tangled in your locks as their lips meet. The sensation of his fingers twisting and tugging at your hair sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, and you can’t help but moan into his mouth.
As Noah responds to YN’s suggestion about celebrating her hair, his eyes sparkle with excitement and lust. ‘I would love to explore your hair more intimately,’ he says, his voice low and husky. The setting is Noah’s art studio, specifically near the easel where they were working on the painting.
The first sexy act begins as Noah gently takes YN’s long, curly hair in his hands and starts to brush it slowly and sensually, taking his time to appreciate every strand. YN’s internal dialogue is I never knew my hair could be so erotic.
Noah leans in close to YN, inhaling the scent of her hair as he wraps a lock around his fingers, twirling it gently. He describes the texture and color of YN’s hair, saying ‘your hair is so soft and silky, and the golden brown color is just stunning.’
The third sexy act unfolds as YN lies down on the floor with her head in Noah’s lap, and he begins to run his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp and creating an intimate connection between them.
As Noah twirls a lock of her hair around his fingers, he says ‘I love the way your hair feels between my fingers, it drives me wild.’ YN’s heart races at his words, and she can feel her arousal growing with each stroke of his hand through her hair.
The chapter ends abruptly as someone knocks on the studio door, forcing them to quickly get dressed and compose themselves. The sexual tension between them remains palpable as they part ways for the evening.