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She gathered up all her thick masses of hair in two hands. With her long, slender fingers, she grabbed a double handful and tossed it over my face. Moving down my body, she dragged her hair over my chest, my stomach, my groin, and down my legs. And back again. It was an incredible feeling - so soft, so luxurious, so sensual. Her hair, her gorgeous long thick platinum blonde hair was her instrument of giving pleasure, all for me. Sweeping over and across my bare skin, her hair was alive, heavy, thick.

But right now he seems to be thinking about nothing else but the journey. Or maybe he is thinking of the destination. 2. Tuesday 27th April 2010 01:32 Karen Anderson has the look of a woman in power; her hair dragged back along her head so that it looks like the skin at the hairline is ready to tear open. The hair continues back and is tied up with the use of those things that can be bought in pharmacies to keep hair in order, the name of which escapes her at the moment. The excess hair, which is never seen down but is kept for the sake of her womanhood, hangs in a ponytail down to the centre of her back.

That was final. She looked at herself in the mirror as the stylist examined her hair. She hadn't had it cut in years (saving her limited money) and it was extremely long. Too long. That said, she didn't want it all cut off. It was a beautiful chestnut color, slightly wavy, soft, and she preferred it long. The stylist had suggested a short bob but she asked for it to reach her mid back. Catherine had backed her up and the stylist finally agreed. She was beginning to work on it and Lucy was comforted to see the limited amount she was removing.

Burned by its flame and rising from Ashes to conquer the world. Her high cheekbones and celestial shaped nose were the highlights of her oval-shaped face. Those long dark lashes were touching her cheeks. And the bold choice of hair was just a perfect complement to her features. It highlights her quietude and wise passivity. The long length of her hair was spread over the satin dark pillow, making her divine. If her cheeks were not broken but filled at the moment, she could be considered a Goddess, sleeping in tranquillity. Even after days of torture, the silver strands didn't fade away, raising a hint that they were not a DIY but her real hair.

She looked relaxed in sleep, the habitual frown I suspected she always wore, gone. Gently, I ran my hands through her short hair. The hair was something that she would have to change as my mate. It was a lovely shade of auburn that had caught the light when the sun shone on it. Allison was going to have to grow it out. She evidently did not take pains to maintain it. It was cut carelessly, uneven in some places. It had perhaps been long at one time but had been trimmed in order to get it out of the way.

Powerful. My long hair had been straightened, sleek and black like ink, falling past my shoulders in glossy waves. The bangs curved softly across my forehead, perfectly framing my face. My eyebrows were cleanly shaped. My eyeliner subtle but sharp. Katy had even picked out a black top and miniskirt for me—nothing wild, but just enough to feel like a completely different girl. "Mom, I think this is our best transformation yet," Katy said proudly. "Anne, you look seriously hot," she added.

“Don’t let Lord Cathwell hear you say that, but yeah, he is a douche. I’m Aspen Michaels, and your official tour guide. Welcome to Esperton. I’d say be careful, but I think you’ll do just fine.” Aspen Michaels had wavy, dark brown hair, which fell down to the middle of her back. It was the kind of flowy, perfectly styled hair Merit had always dreamed of having. Instead, she’d inherited her great-grandmother’s strawberry-blond hair that she either had to curl or straighten to make it somewhat presentable. There was no in-between with her hair, but the fact that it was thick and glossy was overlooked by her. “So, Aspen, to which elite clique do you belong?”

The three main antagonists of my life today. “Let's get your hair done,” Kelly said with a scowl. “Could I leave my hair open?” “Mrs Castelli, a turtleneck should be matched with a ponytail or bun and I think a ponytail would be best”. I nodded knowing fully well I did have quite the number of wounds on my head from the amount of things that were smashed on it and I had no idea if they were completely healed. I sat in the chair and they got to work. “Not too tight please"

Now, I certainly know what job she's doing tonight. For me, I'm just wearing demon pants and a black hoodie with my blonde hair neatly packed tight on her head. I heard that pouring one's hair attracts males, and since my mission is to be anything but attractive, I always pin my head in a tight bun up high on my head. First I pack it as a puny tail, then wrap the essence around so that nothing is left loose. I can already feel the nag of a promising headache, but it's worth it. I walk out of the door and wait by the side for Alice to lock up.

Everyone seeed to agree. "Let's tell you what, I'll let you choose what I do with my hair today if I can choose what you do with yours?" Annie offered Kaylee who quickly agreed. Annie decided to go for some simple highlights in Kaylee's favorite colour red which Kaylee quickly agreeed to. Annie's hair would be blue that faded into purple, Annie couldn't help but love it even though she wouldn't have nessissarily chosen it for herself. With everyone decided they all started with their appointments.