Fluffy Hair Guys Novels & Stories

Dongfang Yu stared at Jian Jianan with disbelief and tearfully said, “Are you crazy? What’s so great about being bald? Once you go out, people would think you’re a nun from some monastery!” “You’re wrong if you think about it like that. Not a lot of girls have a bald head, and so we’d be pioneers. Believe me, a bald head will be the height of fashion in the future!” “I don’t want that! If someone has to be bald, I would prefer it just be me. Your hair’s in good condition, please don’t cut it…” “What are you saying, we’re best friends. We promised to share our joys and sorrows. Now, you want to shave your head bald to boost the chances of people noticing you, but you don’t want me to join. I’

tomorrow. Out of the 6 of them, only three stood out. The youngest looking one with brown hair, a well-built quiet one with dyed copper blue hair, and the burly one with blue eyes and dyed brown hair. She tried to pin the wolf again, by scanning them, squinting her eyes to see if she'd see any movement that wasn't human. The blue-haired guy stood out, he seemed like the kind of quiet guy with a lot of money that attracted a lot of friends that they didn't care about or vibe with. She watched him pick up the tab, saying only a little and sipping his beer.

Carrie wished she could rub away the effect he had, and was still having, on her pulse. ‘In that case refresh my memory of the men that turn you on. I seem to remember that they were weak, thin, stick-like boys, yoimgsters, as a matter of fact, a few arty-farty types with long straggly hair.’ Carrie wanted to wipe the amused arrogance from his face. Her hackles rose. ‘At least the men I like have not had a charisma-bypass operation! They’re real men who can have fun and laugh, and they have a challenge in their life.’ She forced herself to meet

“He’s got a passion that I’ve never seen in big city boys.” “Are you saying I’m a hick?” Brandon laughed. His dad shot me a quizzical look. “No. No. Not at all!” I raised my hands defensively. “It’s just … boys in Chicago, they’re all about their Snapchat followers, their I*******m followers … their social media presence, you know? Then they have the most bizarre haircuts. Some have fades that go all the way to the top of their heads. Others just do away with all hair on the side, leaving a giant clump of curly hair in the middle. They’re comical. No self-respecting girl would ever, you know, think about settling down with someone so vain and superficial,” I said. I’d said a lot more than I

“When you say it like that, Aim, you make it seem like I don’t look devilishly handsome like my mate tells me.” I cracked a smile as I waved my hands around his head. “It’s in this weird in between stage that looks-” “Horrible.” Toya giggled and Jora slapped a hand to his chest. “You wound me, Toya.” He turned in his seat. “I’ll have you know I can just make the tiniest of ponytails.” All of us lost it. He scowled as he turned back. “What can I say? My mate asked for long hair. I’ll grow the long hair.”

The way the sun highlights all the different shades of mahogany color in his hair has something hot arrowing straight down to my core. For the love of god and all that's holy, I still want to drag my traitorous fingers through his hair. I want to muss it up even more than it already is. He has one of those artfully messy hairstyles that not many guys can pull off so effortlessly. I, on the other hand, feel as if I've barely scraped myself together with a high ponytail and a scarf... I seriously need to get away from this guy before I do something completely crazy and actually start to like him.

But rather I felt like I was in some fairy tale with a mortal enemy who'd turned into just a little bit more for just a few measly moments of weakness of mine. He looked down at me and I looked up at him. His hair was neat as it always is whenever we're going anywhere- or basically whenever, honestly. His hair is combed back so neatly and gelled to stay in the perfect place. His Caucasian face was every bit of the usual good looking white male that many fawn over. His body wasn't built like a bodybuilder or one of those buff guys, but just lean and muscular with broad shoulders. One dance and I'm throwing the man so many compliments.

She filled me in as I walked beside her headed that direction now. When we entered all eyes fell on us. The guys were all standing in random spots around the hut, leaning against something. Isiah had his hair in a half up half down do, Zach had it all tied back in a mid bun, and Josiah just let it hang around his shoulders. Al had braided his hair today and let it hang over his shoulder and onto his chest. Ed had his hair spiked neatly into that fahawk and Curtis just let his hair do its own thing. Honestly before Kiran, this would have been a wet dream. Brooding, strong and extremely handsome men surrounding me.

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.

With white hair he likes! Trying to catch up with the sentence structured in my head, I move my fingers swiftly and type them out. >HotGuy InTheBed: I am a hot guy. >HotGuy InTheBed: I have white hair, and I am not wearing any pants. >HotGuy InTheBed: In fact, as you should know, I don’t like to wear pants. White hair guy with no pants? What are you? Are you a- >HotGuy InTheBed: People call me real life Donald Duck.