Bisexual Haircut Novels & Stories

The 'or something' turns out to be right. "What do you think?" Barbara asks, turning towards me. My mouth gapes open. Holy shit! Her pubic hair is a perfect triangle, coiffured with crisp edges all around and a flat surface that reminds me of a well-manicured lawn, or Grace Jones' haircut. It is the most erotic sight I have ever seen. Her tightly curled hair creates a smooth, thick covering nearly half an inch thick. "I just did it a week ago," she adds apprehensively when I don't answer. "Do you think it's too much?"

She wanted to cut it just above her shoulders and dye it into an ash brown color. "Hey, Gorgeous. Want to look yourself beautiful?" said the guy holding a scissor as soon as she entered the place. She smiled. "I want to cut my hair and dye it into some colors that would match my skin." An ash brown actually, but she ain't that sure. "No problem!" He clapped his hands and grabbed her arm lightly to give her a seat. She placed her small sling bag on her lap and let the gay do the job. Krysie can't stop herself from raising one brow as soon as she takes a look at herself in the mirror. She likes Carson's big shirt that was tucked in her shorts. Pretty cool.

“I guess I’m a little sensitive…” Tyler continued to kiss her skin, moving down lower each time until she was nuzzling her mound of short, soft dark hair. Daria was just noticing now that all the other girls—at least what she could see—had trimmed or waxed everything down to a thin strip of hair… a Brazilian, she thought they called it. She would have to have that done… hers looked a little unkempt… but Tyler didn’t seem to mind. After brushing her cheek back and forth across Daria’s bush, she extended her head and put her lips on Daria’s labia.

Britney swiveled the chair and removed the towel with a dramatic flair. "You're not allowed to look till I'm done," Britney declared. "I want to see!" Jenny exclaimed, trying to turn. Britney stopped her, holding the chair in place. She was stronger than she looked. "No peeking! This definitely calls for a dramatic reveal," Britney said as she stepped behind Jenny, returning with a pair of scissors. "Long hair can cause issues in the field," she explained while beginning to cut. "It gets caught on things, leaves evidence, or can be pulled on during a fight. Or worse, you end up late because you're too busy styling it."

As my turn comes, Ethan gets busy with some drawings that a staff gave him. They suggested to highlight my hairs but I didn't wanted to experiment anything. So I just got haircut. I make sure that my hairs are neither too short nor too long in length. And in the end it reaches to the little lower to the middle of my back with slight curls at the end. Ethan kisses my hairs after he looks at me. His hairs are dark brown color just like Lucas. We come back to house and start decorating the backyard with floral arrangements. Some of Emma's co-workers helps us too.

I anchor it to her curls on one side of her head with a delicate clip that looks like silver baby’s breath. Calista helps me with my hair. We keep my thick curls, but Cali pulls them up, creating a large, bun-style look. Because my hair is so thick, the bun is extensive and comes nearly to my shoulders. She adds a silver baby’s breath clip to my hair as well.

From all angles, she looked decent except for the tattoo that dragged its way from her neck to her arms and the piercing she had on her nose, ears, and eyebrows. In no time Basil was through with his makeover. He had his hair sprayed white so that it looked creamy just like Daniel's natural hair color before he sprayed it purple. "You had to spray your hair to my natural hair color for you to stand out". Daniel said to Basil. "Whatever your royal arrogance". Basil said wanting to step out of the barbershop to mistakenly bump into a curly-haired guy. Basil had felt his heart beat faster than usual at the sight that the guy looked so cute especially with dimples when he awkwardly smiled at him

Once, half-joking, half-serious, he’d said, “Short hair gives off lesbian vibes, babe. Don’t do that to me.” I stared at my reflection. Thought about Maira’s mouth on me thirty minutes earlier. The way my body had opened for her without hesitation. The way I hadn’t wanted to stop her. Maybe it wasn’t a joke. Maybe it was a prophecy. I reached for the scissors on the counter, the sharp ones I used for fabric when I still pretended to sew. I gathered the length in one fist and began to cut. I cut until it was the length of a choppy pixie that framed my face. When I finished, the sink was full of my old life.

I smiled, “She has brought me through all of my trials, so far.” When it was my turn to get my hair done, I asked if we could leave it long. The stylist agreed and went to work. As she worked, the stylist asked, “So you are mated to a white tiger werecat?” I smiled, “I am.” She asked, “I bet he’s a fierce protector.” I smiled, “He is. He has absolutely shredded a man who was trying to kidnap me.” She smiled, “That’s a goal for all of us. I can only hope that my mate will be as fierce.” I smiled, “I truly hope your mate is as fierce.” She asked, “Would you like a clip in your hair?” I smiled, “Sure. Just not a metal one.” She looked around in her case and asked, “Are you worried about silver?

To top it all off, she wore a wide-brimmed black hat that added an air of mystery and glamor to her look. "Kisses and hugs, everyone!" Tizzy exclaimed with infectious enthusiasm as she glided over to our table. We all gathered around, showering her with greetings. As we settled in, our conversation shifted back to our collective concern for Beverly, wishing her swift healing and recovery. Tizzy’s new hairstyle, with one side playfully cropped short while the other cascaded long and flowing, caught our attention, leaving us all in awe of her boldness and flair. It was tindeeda reflection of her vibrant personality!