Female Side Undercut Long Hair Novels & Stories

Mindy said. After a good ten-minutes, Mindy let them talk her into a layered cut, leaving her hair long with an effect of cascading curls in the back. The hair stylist also parted her hair on the side, leaving luscious strands hanging down on the side – but it was still blonde.

She's wearing a black floor length dress that embraces her body impeccably. The dress has a thigh high cut on the right side. It has a deep V-neck cut which shows off a considerable part of her breasts. I'm not going to mislead anybody... it annoys me 100% however she looks too great in that dress so I'll allow this one pass. Her once in a row long hair is currently twisted perfectly with free strands on the sides of her face. Her eyes are smoky and her ideal full lips are shaded with a dim cherry red matte lipstick.

She looked as if she had attended an upscale city university, if one looked and judged her solely at her appearance. She had a fashionable hair cut where the right side of her hair, around her approximately shoulder length, was significantly longer than her fringe on the left which only cut off just underneath her ear with a curved gradient swooping around the back in a way that indicated that she probably wasn't a surgeon and had probably found employment in a more affluent area to afford the maintenance that such a style demanded.

I whisper to myself, not being able to keep the smile off my face. Quickly, I put on a black thong to match the dress, leaving my breasts bare, knowing the dress has cups of its own, and start to work on my hair, straightening, pulling out knots and trimming out excesses. After a few minutes, my hair still falls down to my ass, and it looks really boring and wimpy, so I take a bold step and cut half of it, leaving it just above my shoulders. I trim it till it's straight and sharp, looking really different, but classy. New hair, new identity.

She preferred a secret, private life anyway — an identity no one in this house truly knew. She took out her car keys and drove to the salon. She needed a better look for the woman who was about to seduce the right people and burn everything down. “How do you want it?” the hairstylist asked. “The usual curls, right?” “No,” Fidelia said firmly. “I don’t want the curls anymore.” The stylist looked shocked, but Fidelia didn’t care. She wanted long, sexy hair. Confident. Powerful. When she opened her eyes again, a beautiful, fierce woman stared back from the mirror. For the first time in a long time, Fidelia smiled at her own reflection.

I accompanied a gay friend to an LGBT club. I wasn't sure what to expect. I was curious about what I'd see. I could see a trans lady near the bar. Maybe in her 20s. long straight dark hair. Maybe a wig. Nice face, pink lipstick, eye lash extensions. Her hair covering both sides of her face. She could hide behind that hair if she needed to. She wore a sleeveless black dress, tights and black high heels. She had long pink nails.

“Would you still want to go for your signature bob?” The question hung lightly in the air, but Lena felt a peculiar pang in her chest. Her lips pursed as she thought. The stylist behind her was waiting expectantly, comb poised near the crown of her head. Lena met her own eyes in the mirror again, studying the uneven length of her current cut. Ever since she had grown to keep hair, she'd always preferred it long. She'd evolved from her teenage years with bangs. Extra long. Extra short and her most recent curls, before she chopped it for her role. But now that they'd mentioned it, maybe she could still salvage what was left of her after all.

Juniper Hilton is standing staring at me from the door frame of the bathroom. Her hair is long, like down to her ass long. Chocolate brown with golden highlights. Her tiny baby blue skirt only just hides her pussy but those legs are longer and leaner than they appear on I*******m. Jeez-us this woman is arresting. If I was going to have a woman crush, it’d definitely be on her.

Pulling her hair into a loose bun, she stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes went to the part he had marked her, she touched it and shut her eyes immediately. The bags under her eyes were more visible with her eyes shut, she dropped her hand to the side and reached up to pull down her hair. Alpha Ciandra had a beautiful neck that would put a giraffe shame. Unluckily, after touching it, she felt like she needed to get a pullneck, a shawl, and a damn blanket and covered it. Her hair flowed back, it went a little bit past her shoulder, she brushed it down with her hands and opened her eyes. It has gotten long and needed a cut.