روايات وقصص ضمن Diana Taurasi Hair Down

{Harry} Diane's hair was not in her usual big braids today and frankly I was beginning to miss those neat, big braids but I also like to see her full, brown hair tied up like this, it suits her round face perfectly. For the past one hour, or more than that, it's just been the two of us alone at my place.

Meanwhile, I unzipped my bag and rummaged through it to find a clean pair of brown pants and a white shirt. As I finished getting dressed, Diana returned and began to brush my hair. Her touch was gentle, yet firm, and I could feel the knots in my tangled mane slowly unraveling. She then started to make two braids that she twisted and pinned around my head, giving me a regal, crowned look. “Thank you for staying with me, Diana. As much as I try to be brave, I’m also terrified. Having you with me helps,” I said, feeling grateful for her company.

Firelight danced across her creamy skin making him want to take her right then and there. His groin tightened as she finally dropped the corset to the red carpet with her other clothes. Now she had to remove her stays and chemise, the linen material falling into the pool of clothing at her feet. Her long brunette hair fell down in waves to her back once she removed the clips and ribbons keeping it in place. Tauric watched as the naked maiden before him stood in silence, peering at him through her long lashes. Tonight was one of many nights she had serviced him with her plump body.

Danica. She was floating between the lines, a fluid, mesmerizing blur of white and navy blue. Harrison was running their new tactical sequence—some kind of hybrid joker play designed to overload the weak side—and she was executing it with an effortless, terrifying grace. Her long, straight hair was tied back in a high ponytail, but a few dark strands had escaped the confinement of her helmet, catching the stadium lights as she skated.

I’m so used to seeing myself as a brunette that I forgot what I looked like with my natural hair. “I absolutely love your hair,” Diana said as she dried my hair with a blow dryer. She had locked the door because I had to take off my shirt so we wouldn’t get water on it and right now I’m sitting on a chair in my bra with a towel around my neck. “Do you want me to style it for you?” she asked and I just shrugged. “I’ll style it.” She curled my hair loosely and just left it to fall down my back and I took off the towel to hang it when she let out a small gasp.

Just two inches taller than Fiona's 5' 6", she was wearing her long straight black hair pulled back in a pony tail. He shook her hand as she flashed a brilliant smile at him. There was a definite twinkle in her dark eyes. Fiona moved to the next lady to continue the introductions. Charlize was the shortest of the group at maybe 5' 2", but she also looked to be the strongest as well. She had full sleeve tattoos on her muscular arms and her short sleeve top showed them off quite well. She wore her jet black hair cropped close on the sides and just slightly long from her bangs, over the tip of her head to her shoulders. The tips of the longer hair was dyed violet. Fiona said she was a friend fr

Those melons look so soft, I could sink my damn teeth into them for a big soft bite. “Don't worry, you have some very beautiful loose curls in your hair, Miss.” The hairstylist was doing a good job of ignoring everything else that had nothing to do with her thick mass of long, wild red hair. “I’m not going to manipulate them much, we need you as natural looking as possible for tonight.” “What is this?” Dymond sounds deflated when her green eyes cut to me accusingly, “I'm half-naked. No shoes. Nothing. Are you trying to sell me off to sex-traffickers?!”

“Even if he’s the fallen angel and you’re the devil, I’ll still choose you. Now, stop interrupting me so I can finish this.” I looked at her. Tara wore a classy green tweed dress today. Her hair was in a large, wavy hairstyle, cascading over her shoulders with her light makeup and nude lipstick that fit for royalty. She barely put in an effort to make herself look stunning and elegant. I wondered if stunning would fit to describe her in her wedding gown.

The stylist ran the curling iron through the ends of my hair, turning my usual plain straight look into soft dark waves that framed my face and fell down my back like silk. “Hmm,” Sarah hummed as she walked around my chair. “Loose beach waves.” “Well, what do you think?” I asked, feeling more excited than when the idea had been brought up. I didn't usually like people messing with my hair. “Perfect!” Sarah smiled. “I think you, Miss Taylor, are ready to be on camera, so change into this quickly and meet me in the diary room. We have quite a lot to cover.” She said, dropping a large shopping bag on the table before walking away.

Next, he reached out his hand. Diana tilted her head to one side, as Brian’s slender fingers loosened the pink ribbon in her hair. Immediately, Diana’s long hair fell down over her shoulders like a waterfall. Only then did Brian withdraw his hand. He looked Diana up and down with satisfaction, “Much better.” Diana was still in a trance, taken aback by Brian’s intimate gesture. At the same time, Brian noticed she wasn’t wearing any jewelry. “Far too monotonous,” he thought.