Ginger Haircuts Male Novels & Stories

“If you’re not my wife, then go away.” I laughed. “You need to give your sons a haircut. They’re going to look like lions in the photos tonight.” Crossing to the bed, I sat beside him and brushed his thick hair back from his face. My fingers ran through the lengthy strands. “Maybe you’re due for a trim too.” He only ever put clippers or scissors to his hair once every six months. And that was only to the very tips, and as of recently, the sides. Reigh cracked one eye open.

There was enough in my hair to keep it in check for a year, and it made me icky. My fingers itched to run the detachable showerhead over my scalp to rid it of the mess. Len was present, and he stared back when I looked in the mirror. He didn’t like this. Neither did I. But Beth wanted gentle and sweet. I could try to be that or at least look the part. Malik was on a buzzcut, and I had no intentions of growing my beard as long as his. Hank loved his hair gel. The few times I saw him, his hair was intact. So this was a compromise of some weird sort.

Chapter Twenty Five: An Awkward Day. Standing before her was definitely not Ms. Lisa, but a young gentle pale white looking man that was easily over six foot tall man in three piece suit was standing in front of her. His hair was gelled into a very famous duck boy hair style, a high maintenance cut with a v shaped that opened from the back making the hair from the side combed to form parallel section. His cerulean iris hidden amidst his perfect dark curly eye lashes looked very much familiar, It was no doubt she had seen this face before now.

Lance showed him pictures of the latest style for men, but Monte wouldn’t let her see. Finally, Lance went to work. She couldn’t believe how much hair Lance was chopping off! Deep down in her stomach, a sickening wave began. Would Monte hate her for forcing him to do this? Then again, he’d looked at the pictures and agreed with Lance. The sides of Monte’s head was cut very short, leaving only a half-inch. The length at the top of his head was a little longer. But once Lance added gel and styled it, Monte was… gorgeous. Better looking than before, in her opinion. “What do you think?” Monte asked as he watched her through the mirror.

He was used to being publicly owned, always on show, and every woman’s idea of a fantasy male. Which guy wouldn’t? Women falling at your feet every day. Hell yeah. He rubbed it through his hair expertly and spiked it up toward the center and forward in its trademark style. He was never really one for much fussing over his hair, this kept it sorted and then he never had to care for the rest of the day or mess with it unless he ran his hands through and mussed it up. If he had his way, he would shave it all off, but he had done that in his teens and he had just looked like a menacing street thug and was met with serious glares from Mamma Carrero.

The person I wanted so much to avoid, but who was now looking at me with a fright that should be stamped on my face. His hair was stuck in that ridiculous way. My God, I thought, the man never noticed that he was totally out of place just because of that fifties hair? He just needed to let go, but he always seemed to attach to an elastic band and put gel on the wires. I always had a weakness for men with hair up to their shoulders, I knew that was the right greeting of Hazz's hair, but he didn't let them go. I think he was bothered that the locks kept falling into his eyes, but a better cut would solve everything.

I saw the reason why no woman could look away from him. His hair. It had been cut low. As much as I hated it, I loved this new look. The sides of his head were tapered, leaving a tuft of hair that lazily fell around his face. This accentuated his razor-sharp jaw and he looked younger; like a model walking out of a fucking swimsuit magazine.

I’m Tired of plain jane. “Hello, how can I help you.” “Hello, it’s my birthday tomorrow.” “Happy Birthday, what can we do?” “I want a cute cut to my should with layers. I already have wavy/curly hair, I want it cut to my shoulders with some layers, I also want my hair blond. Think “Penny from Big Bang Theory.” I tell her. She’s smiling at me looking excited. “Girl! You’re going to look so hot!” She beamed.

"But there's a gu I tried to be subtle when I turned my head, pretending that I was putting away a bottle on the shelves behind me. I turned my head to the side and saw the only person sitting at my bar who was staring directly at me. He was cute, very cute. A cute ginger, as Maddie put it. His hair was an orange flame, cut short with the front of his hair styled upwards. His face was defined with high cheekbones and a defined chin. He wore a grey hoodie underneath a black denim jacket, with the sleeves of his jackets folded up. In between his hands he held a Carlton Dry beer bottle.

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.