Fluffy Hair Drawing Novels & Stories

I teased, and she giggled shyly. I laughed at her reaction and turned to the next page, then stopped. My eyes stayed fixed on it. Even though the drawing was a messy mix of colors, I could still make out the shape of a house and a stick-figure family. The people had round heads, long legs, and no necks. "Who are they, princess?" I asked curiously. Julie giggled and started pointing at the drawing. “This one here is Daddy!” she said, pointing at the tallest stick figure.

Lastly, he helps me with my flat shoes. “How do you want your hair done?” “I do not know… you can just bring it down and tie it from the back.” “Alright… I think I will make a straight middle line first, then bring two strands of hair in front, just next to the middle line. What do you think?” “I love it.” I hand him the necessary combs. “You are all ready now. Oh wait, your makeup and earrings. How could I forget?”

The rain’s still coming down in sheets outside, thick drops racing down the windowpanes. I grab a towel, ruffle it through my hair, then toss it over the chair. When I look up, she’s back. Dressed in one of my old tees again, face flushed from the bath, her curls pushed back in a messy bun. She curls her legs under her on the bed, pulls her sketchbook into her lap, and starts to draw. Her eyes are faraway. Focused.

"Nice work. You can draw so well." I shrug. "Yeah, I'm not bad I guess. If you don't mind these kind of surreal sketches," I add more detail to the magnificent blooms that aren't really growing in the courtyard of his mansion. "I like it. It's beautiful." My mate takes strands of my hair, of the lavender and magenta coloured tips, and twirls them between his fingers. I am beginning to realise he likes playing with my hair. "Thank you." A satisfied smile tugs on my lips.

Shаріng thе muсh ѕmаllеr feathers аnd fur tо a рrесіѕе ѕhаре аnd texture. Creating drу flіеѕ and streamers was ѕаtіѕfуіng. Hоwеvеr, nоt ѕеnѕuаl or as еnjоуаblе аѕ thіѕ: сuttіng and ѕhаріng a ѕubmіѕѕіvе wоmаn'ѕ hаіr. Grасе nоt knowing hоw it will bе ѕtуlеd or hоw short іt wіll bе сut.

Closing his eyes, he pushed his hands through his curly black hair that he wore to just above his shoulders. His hand flew over the page as he remembered the details and when he took his hand away and stared at the sketch he gave a small smile. He had caught the sensation like it had been in the dream. Staring seductively out of the page was a nymph with slightly pointed ears that peeked through the wavy tresses. The smallest mischievous smile graced the face that was slightly lowered so she looked through her lashes. Water toned her bare skin ivory silver. Her hands rested on the water, fingertips playing on the surface. Though it was just a sketch he could remember the colors vividly.

I don’t feel like going for a run so I decide to draw the woman before I forget her face. I walk over to my desk to get out my sketch pad and pencils and begin drawing. I try to remember as much detail as possible. Her almond shaped eyes and high cheek bones. Her head was a heart shape like mine and she had full lips. I drew her fishtail braid but had it hang from her shoulder and even though it was braided her hair still reached her waist. After I am finished I looked at my drawing. I had given her sad eyes like in my dream but I still can’t shake this feeling like I know her and she looks so much like me. Or maybe I am just imagining it. I tuck the drawing away in my sketch book, leaving i

Hearing her daughter's sugary voice, Michelle couldn't help but laugh. Michelle examined the drawings closely. Lizzy's skills were indeed advanced for her age, with vibrant colors and heartwarming scenes. Both drawings depicted "family", one a "larger family" and the other a "nuclear family". Lizzy's keen observation was evident in her detailed depictions: her baby sister with a pacifier, her mom with waist-length hair, her dad in a suit and tie, and herself with big, round eyes. In the other drawing, she'd used lighter shades for the grandparents' hair. While Michelle understood what Lizzy had drawn, she still playfully asked, "Wow, Lizzy, these are amazing! But what did you draw here?"

"What does your new friend look like, Heidi?" Heidi proudly lifted her drawing. It was a crude, childish sketch of a very tall figure standing between two giant green trees. The figure was colored completely in dark gray and black crayons, but the most unsettling part was the face. Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes.

Coloured chalks in hand, she is deep in concentration. The noisy chatter of the young adults as they take their seats behind her barely registering as she concentrates on the task in hand. She has already drawn the parted legs and rounded arse cheeks and was now working on the pussy lips, the outer labia. Her drawing was graphic in its anatomical correctness and state of arousal.