The Collared Coed

hnt august 13 2009

“You have such beautiful hair.”

I love my hair.

My hair is a source of pride for me. Instead of inheriting my mother’s thin strands of hair, I boast thick, heavy tresses. It’s so heavy that I can’t even put it up into a bun or any sort of updo without copious amounts of hairspray and no less than a dozen bobby pins. I end up pulling it back into a side ponytail when it’s hot.

Even as a little girl, I would draw comments from the other hairdressers about my hair. I cried hysterically when my father cut most of it off during my preschool years. He claimed it was because it took too long to wash and comb out my waist-length hair.

I can’t remember a single first time with a play partner where they didn’t compliment my hair.

Of course, I fucking love hair pulling.

I love face slapping as well, and if you put those two things together? Mmm. Two good things go very well together.

I love it when Mark’s fingers are curled up in the tangles of my hair. . .

He tugs on it. He grabs it and pulls, hard.

I gasp. He slaps my face.

I pull away instinctively and he pulls me back by the hair.

It’s one of those things that immediately puts me into a submissive headspace.

It may not look like much from the back, but it’s full of natural wave and body. I’ve never dyed it so it’s full of natural highlights. I’m a very femme girl, and I can easily go a year without cutting my hair. I’m afraid to get it cut now, because it’s so long.

So here’s a picture of my backside. . . the view that my play partners get right before they reach out and sink their fingers into my hair.

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Mark and I have been exploring and playing by ourselves. We’ve been growing and staying in lately.

I’m hoping to get involved in the NYC scene in the fall. I also need to update this blog! I’ve been so preoccupied with school and life and growing up that I think I should remember to slow down a bit.

I should remember to let down my hair more often.

Happy HNT!

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