Fluffy Hair Guys Novels & Stories

His voice. "You've never been with a girl alone?" "Huh... Do I look like I've not?" "You... You were accused of being gay." "Do you think I am? I know I'm handsome but am I that beautiful to be gay?" Is he flirting... "Huh, tell me." "I...what...you..." He wanted to touch my hair but I flinched. What's with guys and my hair. "What?" "I don't like men touching my hair." He smiled. "So now, I'm a man to you?"

Obviously, he looks masculine whereas I am clearly female. Oh, and his lips are not "fat" like mine. Not at all. They're manly, though. I don't know how else to describe them than that! His hair is where the similarities end, though. While mine is black, his is a dirty blonde. He keeps it short, with an unruly, scraggly "style". I swear he just hops out of bed and it's already perfect every morning. Like a god damn movie star. (I usually spend at least half an hour on my own hair.)

The different ways they styled their sandy blond hair was the only way most people could tell them apart, though I never seemed to have any trouble. Colton had short hair, faded on the sides and spiky on top. Clay had short hair too but it was longer on top, all sexily mussed with an angled fringe. But Cary had the sexiest look of all. His naturally wavy hair was longer, reaching below his chin, and he wore it with his curls slicked back. Unless he was training, when he always pulled it up in a messy bun.

''It's me who is beautiful,'' I add, cockily pulling onto the hair-tie off my hair, letting them fall down. Both of his eyes are looking down at my hair before frowning, ''Is that strawberry or is it apple? You still use fruity-scented shampoos? Dude, you're twenty-six . . . grow up.'' He flicks my hair on my shoulder which causes them to fall onto my back, making me stand on my tiptoes.

Setting down my coffee cup with a clatter, I shifted until I was facing him, sitting cross-legged. "Um, I think it looks fine the way it is," he offered, his gaze a little glazed. Hair probably wasn't his area of expertise, but since he was a man, I figured his opinion was worth considering. "I've tried it all, you know," I continued, unable to stop myself. "Short, curly, straight, streaked, long... They say men prefer long hair, but I don't get why. What do you think?" He stared at me for a long moment, then shook his head, a suppressed smile playing on his lips. "It's sexier long."

A man with dark, curly hair, a goatee beard and glasses smiled at her. He was shorter than she'd imagined. Neither of them had been very good at the conversion and she'd thought he was taller than this. He was taller than her, but not by much. He also didn't have the broad shoulders that she was used to from the sporty guys she knew at home. He was rather skinny, but he had an air of confidence and a huge smile on his face. She could really fall in love with this guy.

she said sincerely, her appreciation evident in her eyes. Ruan, with his signature sass, responded, "I know," with a playful flip of his imaginary hair off his shoulders, a gesture that suited his stylish boy cut haircut, accentuating his facial features and adding a certain allure to his appearance. "About your current job, are you planning to go in tomorrow?" he inquired.

A blonde male mumbled as he ruffled Ken’s already messed up hair. “And he missed yesterday’s practice.” A taller guy pointed out “Yeah, Kenneth.” The blonde agreed. “And he hasn’t been answering any of his messages.” Another dude added. This guy had raven hair and a baseball hat. He was holding one leg of Ken’s while the blonde guy held Ken’s upper body, the taller dude was tickling Ken. Ken was half hopping on one leg while the last guy was digging in his pockets and pulling out cash.

The sides of his hair are shaved to the same length as his sideburns and beard, leaving the top angled to the side. Delicious. “Anyone,” one of the other guys says in a Latin accent. His voice is so deep and smooth it makes my pussy shiver. His hair is pitch black and falls to his shoulders. His sharp chin is covered in stubble. He is not as tall as the first, but just as broad and strong.

he grumbled. "You see? Your name suits you perfectly well! Mr Grumpy Pants is such a befitting name for you. No, don't take me wrong. I am not insulting you neither am I body shaming you. I was just thinking, you know? And if you might be interested, I have a special hair growth recipe I want to share with you. And do you know what makes it better? You can actually rub it on your skin for more glow!" I said and he raised an eyebrow.