Dougie B Braids Novels & Stories

Kylie asks, pointing to my hair. “Yeah, I was wondering if you could braid it really quickly” I say, hopeful. “Yeah, of course. I’ll do a quick easy french braid. Sit on the floor” She says. The braid turned out amazing, even with the short, bumpy drive. The only down side is that some bruises were visible since I didn’t cover anything on my neck, hoping my hair would cover it.

I asked, gesturing to my hair that resembled that of an eagle's nest. Madame Dupont's eyes sparkled. "I can create a subtle yet stunning design, Mrs Blackwood. A braided updo with delicate twists, perfect for the occasion, it'll still be pretty yet not so outward." I nodded, satisfied by the idea. "And how long will it take?" "Approximately 25-30 minutes ma'm." And indeed, within the mentioned time, Madame Dupont transformed my hair into a masterpiece. I gazed at my reflection, admiring the design.

He was, well, a breath of cum air. The man who stood before me was an imposing figure, easily towering over most others in the room. His height was truly striking, likely measuring somewhere in the range of 6 feet and 10 inches. His appearance was equally captivating, with a mane of sunflower blonde hair that he had meticulously braided into intricate cornrows. Rather than neatly tucking the ends of the braids, he had allowed the remaining loose strands to cascade freely, creating a wild, curly halo around his head.

“B,” Juliette called, half-running towards where I was standing, her breathing uneven. “Shit, are you okay? What happened? And wait…” She stopped to give me a once over. “Why do you look hot as hell in that outfit?” “You think?” I asked, chuckling softly, making a show of a little spin, to which she let out a low whistle. “Jacksong, girl!” She remarked, a pleased smile on her face while reaching her hand for an up top – which I conceded, leaving the both of us giggling soon after. “Don’t you notice anything else though?” For a moment, she seemed confused at my question, but when she saw me twirling my braids in my hands, she gave a small squeal. “Oh my god! You made braids?” “Yeah, alth

"I sprayed my hair this morning. It should look lighter by now." Jody gave me the face she gave me when she was about to say something honest that I was not going to enjoy. "Spraying cheap blonde over purple hair doesn't change purple hair. You need a proper salon to do that." I stared at myself in the mirror and knew she was completely right even though I did not want her to be. "Okay fine. So what do we do?" "I actually have this braided wig somewhere," she said, already brightening up. "It's giving Afro vibes and it would sit beautifully with the red dress, but I left it with Alexi. Give me ten minutes." She said, leaving.